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08-07-03, 07:03 PM
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Write To This Picture (VI)
IP: 09E2 88F8
Always liked this picture, so figued I'd see what you all could write to it...
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08-09-03, 07:30 PM
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IP: 09E2 88F8
Alright.. Me and Shiznit noticed no activity in here while talking on AIM and decided to write something just to ignite a spark in this place... (her web browser isn't working so I posted for us.. )
Insides corrupted and consumed by money and greed Had a wife and kid.. just equaled more mouths to feed Climbed the mountain tops peak where everyone looked up at me Presently I'm weak, scrounging for a leftover meal to eat Selfish ambitions seeked and conquered my every last desire Higher expectations as every lyric quickly became uninspired Now the days are growing longer.. and still no one will listen.. So what am I missing? Wasn't I once a great musician? I used to enjoy the lifestyle of the rich and famous Derived its corrupted mentality and ingenious Searched aspects of soceity and tried to fit in Multiplied efforts given as I became one of them Adaptation of classy acts and unrealization of facts Distracts my ownself from the place I found myself as My loss of direction affected my life and family "Insanity" I said but it indistinctively meant "Money" Abduction of the practical things had made me jaded Stayed the same as one by one they all faded Family broken. House and furnitures taken. Career. All disappeared. Nowhere to go. No one to count on. Left alone. All cause of "GREED" Perfect notes i used to know and live by as i grew Thats the passion of music that i always once knew Used to have large crowds that affectionately listened Now stuck with strangers walking passed me staying distanced And now because of my weaknesses there's certain rhythms left in my ear The sound of my guitar and the coins being dropped on the ground from the air
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08-10-03, 05:41 PM
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IP: D0FC F399
To also try and ignite a spark of sorts. Off top of my head...
Textured motions play deep within Beating down upon churning soul For so long sat looking down Upon this world of theatre Singing it's timeless songs As life passed so varied Many a time statuesque Absorbing tears once fallen Of broken children cries Wife driven to lies By these isolated thoughts Destined to be alone Distanced yet so close Discriminating to none Merely a tool of strife Choosing to stay hidden Weathered by visions To transparent remains Let death take this sword This guitar so strummed To humanity decaying Like me back then Till silence fell cold Nothing ever more... EDIT: Added the line - destined to be alone... Last edited by varentao : 08-10-03 at 06:19 PM. |
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08-10-03, 06:14 PM
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IP: D0FC F399
All that is left
This guitar of sorrow Love all dead Nothing left to borrow Soul sunk in sands Time was thorough Working with woe Within I burrow Searching for nothing But death tomorrow |
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08-10-03, 06:48 PM
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Special Ghost To Blow
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IP: 399E F0FD
Johnny Cash...Lifes A Blur So Live Fast
The Past Has Passed In The End It Hurts Youve Painted Pictures All Your Life But Never Finished Your Work Nothing Less Than It "Has Been" Far From Your Greatest Expectation Standard Your Timeline Never Planned "Miss" But Enjoy Your Trip To That Final Destination You Lived It Up,Best Ad The Worst, And Noone Can Say You Lost Your Grip Your Trials Awaiting, Play Your Music For God Hes Always Heard You During Those Lonesome Times, You'll See Your Lucky Lady Soon And Somewhere Along Her Mind She'll Own Your Rhymes True Love Never Dies Its Blind...... Whatever...Decent Photo End & Shiznit Shiz..G Luck In The Tourney 4 Real Last edited by Content : 08-12-03 at 04:45 AM. |
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08-10-03, 07:13 PM
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IP: 19AF 50C1
at the stroke of a chord- i lost what i can't afford-
tattered threads for my ripped life's fabric- hair paleer then my skin it's tragic-tears tatted- aged with no vintage-a loss counted to a frail mans image- i have to do this it has to be done- been killen myself for to long and my reason for life is gone- make since to wallow swallow my agony- each melody- from my guitar string- bring -the memory of whats eating me- contimplations of suicide repeatedly- a broken lymric- this is the suicde note of a stanza to a broken spirit- paint in words words painted in oil- oil runs of the paper when it's wet but wont wash my turmoil- the hands of time-have slapped mine- every day forward is my life in rewind- poverty-no soverenty- odly-though imready to be godly- there is no turning back-the tracks- to my veign-send a message in pain- to my bodies frame-then to the brain- and shows shame to my name- in the name of that same shame and that cocaine- that drove me insain- i sit tame-waiting for the rain- and the grim reap- sing me to sleep- |
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08-11-03, 10:24 AM
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IP: 95B6 7759
Graceful hands
Strum familiar tunes Melodies etched On histories tombs A life once vibrant Now dust to the wind- Yet, the music lives on As the old man sings. Each note- every stanza A journey he takes Memories revisited His heart, it breaks. Bones now brittle And lifeless within Lost loves revived- Forever to haunt him. The past to reality Today, but a dream So, onward he travels Sitting here, unseen. Those graceful hands Age weary and cold Never falter nor fail, whilst Telling his story, of old. Now, forever you’ll hear His beautiful song As these graceful old hands Will Eternally - Strum on. Never done this before, written on spec from a picture, was kinda fun 
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Great spirits often encounter violent opposition from mediocre minds.
Last edited by Tourniquet : 08-11-03 at 10:36 AM. |
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08-12-03, 01:00 AM
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rhetorical insight
IP: 9B33 081B
to die for my music
lost lonely bitter depressed expect death at best but my ears don't rest one strum one chord the beat of my heart in my chest left to recollect my lifes chaotic mess but the notes take my breath relieve this crushing stress so on i play on i press left in the streets cold poor and listless penniless without much left but on i play on i press depressed at the mess the stress has made my chest no time to work no weekly check but still i stay these strings i caress and on i play and on i press whne the time comes i welcome death in his cloaked form and his stenching breath and even in death i find no rest so on i play AND ON I PRESS |
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08-13-03, 01:53 PM
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IP: 3474 C548
This guitarist once was famous and his style could not be tamed
He would play a lively song when it was sunny and a ballad when it rained He turned wealthy with this gift he had, but his soul then became strained So his music lost it's magic touch and he soon lost all his fame And know he's long forgotten And his once-so-energetic body is starting to get rotten But that will never stop him from playing his guitar He looks upon at the sky and wishes on a falling star And he makes a wish, that someday he'll get his gift back So he plays for night and day, looking for that style he lost Until one long night he finds it, and regains all of his thoughts And he plays just like he used to, or even better than before But he realizes he has wasted 20 years of life and it will soon come to and end But he just sits there playing now, better than he's ever played before He just sits there playing, knowing that the music he adores left him old and tired and poor. Last edited by Stark : 08-22-03 at 12:58 AM. |
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08-17-03, 01:39 PM
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IP: 5541 74CE
I have nothing left in this barren land
Except for the instrument that has scarred my hands I hold it now , but just barely raised My Life is gone , yet this guitar is saved It has seen my ultimate Bliss and my deepest woes It has help me overcome sorrow and defeat my foes It is part of me , though I am quickly fading How many times have I held onto nothing instead of trading I've watched my sons grow old and die before my eyes My Guitar weeps in my sweat and blood ,its her form of cries She is my only friend left in this unforgiving world She is my heart , my salvation , and part of my soul I am leaving soon , this I can ultimately tell I think heaven is attainable , but Im opted for Hell Too many situations , I handled them wrong Now , As I sit dying , I strum , One final song I sing to my fellow brothers in arms I sing to the women who have fallen to my charms I sing to the future and what it becomes I sing to God above , forgive my wrongs When I strum these strings artistically I forget about that Im nearly history The song and strum brings me more alive than ever And if I die while playing , my soul might live Forever CrazyE |
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08-18-03, 12:33 AM
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IP: 73D8 AACD
Simple treasures stripped from the hands that created them/
In turn given back the fate of karma that I so easily dismissed// Now as this six string lies bleeding in my arms once more/ I hang my head in shame an remember when fate i did kiss// Cascading sorrows melt down along these sunken cheeks/ But no one takes pity, when pity is often a sign of regret// Pass me by as the strangers you label yourself, do not pause/ Life gave me my chance and I ignored, now it's here to collect// |
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08-20-03, 01:54 PM
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Sharp Perfection.
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IP: 4577 CD9A
when one looks over me now he feels great pity//
but one doesnt know the life that i lived // he knows not if i lived in the green country or smoky city// weather i had a loving family or just a dog to rely on// one cant tell if was hoping for my end to come that night// if i wished to die sitting there, to become another lost soul// he only sees my aged bones and the silk the spiders left on tight// that i sang to my end and played livly tunes with my graceful hand// i dont need to be pityed on for you know nothing about me// look to the one beside you and relise maybe they need it more// leave me to sit dont think of me twice, i lived happyness you cant see// remember that death doesnt show you the facts and it often will lie//
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R.I.P to my lost girl
~ Nyla ~ keep singing in heaven |
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08-20-03, 09:59 PM
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-Merk Squad-
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IP: 9B91 D0C6
Through all i see,
through all i know give me at'chu, Bless you, knew Sudden De-Notation's Rapid Off Rotations C# to D flat is all i know. Through strumming digit's i thumb the pigments, pluck G chord..... A# Hored, I am a Note, And 1 i....choke...... (Any1 who know's about music should understand the format.) |
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08-22-03, 12:39 AM
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Registered User
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IP: E88E 70DE
Lonely man, with a lost soul and a lost heart
Thoughts running through his mind, as he plays his guitar Death is only the beginning of the end Lonely and sad he sits ... with a frown and no friends His guitar is his heart, as he plays music for days His songs are parts of his soul, as he sits there and waits Waits for something ... he doesn't know what is to come He is sick of being scared, and he's sick being made fun of Though words are nothing, and all they do is hurt the air Nothing bad can put down, not even an angry stare Gentle and calm ... He sits as he plays He doesn't know what to expect, but his patience will allow him to wait ...
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Dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing I learned They're only powerful when you got your back turned I yearn for the day I finally meet them again So I can give them all a taste of their own medicine ¤ 3ast Sid3 ¤ http://hometown.aol.com/jjbootaylicious |
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08-22-03, 07:04 PM
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"Cuz bruk said so"
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IP: F005 00C3
~~Guitar Speaks~~
Six strings is my scheme, most worthy on the musical scene/ I absorb the living and decay the flesh, with an acoustic ring/ The songsmen I've seen, withered dry to the spleen, yet in thier eye's is that persistant gleem/ I'm heard but often unseen, a melodic embrace I bring the End to your Means/ Pass time and space, were souls seldom are common place and wieghted heavily in disgrace/ Intertwined in my tune, as we dance alone in the pale moon, a tide for all seasons, as I strum in the gloom/ Sound waves splash upon the mass, like a pyscodelic Flash, or vissions induced by subliminal Hash/ Come one come all, strum to the beat of the socialist drum, intoxicating ya awarness like Pirate's to Rum/ Hypnotic hints of melodic tint's, colorize the air from which I stare, can you hear the sound of the ravenous pair?/ Lost in despair, a talent once there, no longer declared, isolated and spared from the traumma ~N~ flair/ Who's really playing who, A question I dare...A concept unaware and logically spared/ Instrumental is key, but the instrument is thee, as I invent the sound, don't you agree?/ Musicians have been played by me, since I can remember G, I'm the orignial wood and strings/ An abstract concept driven from deep intellect, with each new owner I reinvent melody's heaven sent, while ya drown in ill intent, I drain ya life and all rememberance/ I am instrumental and your just the instrument I invent/ ~~Guitar Speaks~~
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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!! Last edited by bouncedoggydog : 08-22-03 at 08:17 PM. |
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