tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246019062024-03-06T23:47:53.051-08:00samsarajadesamsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-60136969890007582362010-02-07T08:04:00.000-08:002010-02-07T08:09:48.809-08:00Poem from A Place in My PastI want to make decisions from my heart<br />Interact as purely myself<br />Not anticipation of how others want me to be.<br />I crave to be free.<br /><br />Who am I now, caged in your need?<br />Afraid of winning or losing.<br />Letting time swim around me as I wait,<br />Trying not to hate.<br /><br />I found a side of you I want to love,<br />Cherish and Heal.<br />But now I fear I'm stuck in a transfusion,<br />If I pull away, you fight for your life<br />You pull me right back<br />Destroy me in your quest to Love me<br />And be loved By me.<br /><br />My love may not be what you wanted<br />Or expect of love.<br />It's not love you demand of me,<br />It's someone else.<br /><br />One day, you will accept or shun me.<br />Either way it comes with venom.<br />Do you want love built on lies?<br />Passion built from restraining ties?<br /><br />(written 2005)samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-30592713947131418022008-08-10T08:18:00.000-07:002008-08-10T08:54:45.507-07:00Meeting MyselfI used to visit this spot whenever my parents were arguing when I was younger. It was my escape, my secret den. I would sit among the overgrown grass, hidden from the world, and think about things. My gaze would rest on an old mini car that lay half immersed in the murky water and ancient litter in the ditch below. I would wonder how it got there, since there were no roads anywhere near this place, and my young imagination would create a history of adventure and mystery for the metal corpse that had found its final resting ground in such an out of way spot. Every now and then a train would roar past me on the bridge and I would turn my imagination to the future and picture all the places I could go when I was old enough to leave. <br />When that time had come instead of taking a train out of here I had stayed to get married. The next ten years have taken me no further than a honeymoon in Scotland and three caravan holidays in North Wales. My house here in Liverpool is only a few streets away from where my mother still lives. <br /><br />As I approached my favourite spot, unvisited but not forgotten for at least 15 years, it gave me quite a shock to see the figure of a person in my place. For a moment I felt like I had gone back in time and was spying on myself as a child. As my mind processed the information, I realised it was not the huddled shoulders and tilted head of a child, but of a grown woman. I wanted to turn and run, but she had already heard me and was turning her head towards me.<br /><br />'Hi', she called. <br /><br />I was too stunned to answer. <br /><br />'It's ok, I don't bite,' she added with a smile.<br /><br />I knew I was being childish and stupid to think I was the only person ever to go here, and so I forced myself to speak. 'I just didn't expect to see anyone here, it's pretty hard to get to.'<br /><br />'You're telling me! I'm sure that fence used to be easier to climb. Mind you, I didn't wear high heels and pencil skirts when I was younger.' she laughed, 'I found this place when I was playing hide and seek as a child. I grew up just on the other side of the railway.'<br /><br />'Oh really? Me too. So what brings you here then?'<br /><br />'A kind of visit to my old haunts. A nostalgia thing I suppose. I haven't been back to the old place in eleven years!'<br /><br />'What, right here?'<br /><br />'The whole city! I went straight off back-packing around Europe after finishing my degree in Leeds. I kind of got sidetracked and never came back.'<br /><br />I noticed a black box nestled in the grass beside the woman and wondered what it was. It could have been her handbag, but it didn't look right, and besides, she had a fairly big rucksack to the other side of her.<br /><br />'It's a camera', she said following my gaze, 'I brought it along because I thought a photograph of that old car would look good in my next exhibition. But now I think I'd rather leave it alone.'<br /><br />'Is that what you do then? Photography?'<br /><br />'Yep! I make more money on the commercial stuff really. Arty photos may say a thousand words, but I get paid better for an exclusive shot of Madonna on holiday.'<br /><br />I contemplated the glamour of a life spent capturing art and chasing celebrities.<br />'I wish I had got to do something more exciting. Gone travelling or learnt how to paint or something. It must be great to have been everywhere and seen everything. It looks so sad and deserted, doesn't it? That little car sitting useless and abandoned in the mud.'<br /><br />'I don't see it like that. That car gave me the inspiration to follow a career in photography. The way the blue paint contrasts with the mud, how it looks so out of place and yet belongs here and nowhere else. Even as a child the scene fascinated me, and it definitely influenced the themes I've chosen to follow in my work. The arty stuff that is, not the celebrity chasing. Although even that has it's reflections here. The commercial sinking into the mud of reality and all that.'<br /><br />'So why not take the photo then?'<br /><br />'I suppose some things are best kept secret. I could go for the perfect angle, frame the picture to catch the perfect mood, but I still couldn't get it right. This place belongs in my memory, not on an art gallery wall. I need it here, untouched, so that I can still move on.'<br /><br />I sat down a couple of yards from her, and for a time we both stared in silence at the rusting vehicle, still here after all these years. I watched the movement of the water nudge the metal with debris, crisp packets and twigs. The car remained still. The distant roar of a train began to creep nearer, and as it thundered overhead my eyes met the glance of the other woman and we both smiled. As the noise subsided, she began to pack up her things and then stood up.<br /><br />'No rest for the wicked!' she said, 'I have lunch with a newspaper editor.'<br /><br />'It was nice meeting you', I replied,'my name's Nathalia by the way.'<br /><br />We shook hands.<br /><br />'Mine's Tia. Maybe we'll bump into each other here again in another ten years!'<br /><br />'Maybe.' I laughed and watched her fight her way back into the undergrowth. <br /><br />I turned back to the little car and thought up a story of how the car was mysteriously placed there, like the pyramids, or stonehenge, by an ancient civilisation.<br /><br />I would go home later and cook the dinner.samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-43722576450966163742007-12-10T08:52:00.000-08:002007-12-10T08:53:15.430-08:00Lennon Tribute<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqkDnKxKlM8&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqkDnKxKlM8&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-22016723767305076142007-11-02T05:11:00.000-07:002007-11-02T05:25:14.795-07:00Halloween!First, a brilliant entertaining parody of The Shining' from John Reagan, with a YouTube twist to it!<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZtCGvwEUiU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZtCGvwEUiU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />And my own Halloween<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvwNmAxgoP4"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvwNmAxgoP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-36309622081032439492007-05-28T17:45:00.000-07:002007-05-28T17:51:48.875-07:00so difficultSo many times today I thought of you<br />I wanted to show you what was happening<br />What I saw,<br />What I do.<br />But I promised I wouldn't call.<br />I wont call.<br />The hardest thing I've ever NOT DONE!<br />To see your name,<br />the lyrics you choose.<br />To know I wont respond, not yet<br />My body/soul/mind is<br />SCREAMING<br />hold hold hold<br />A phone<br />a few numbers<br />But you would have the strength to not pick up.<br />I know<br />And I must be stronger than you right now.<br />So you will know<br />I can<br />I will love you.<br />I do<br />I do love you<br />FFS this is driving me crazy, I just want to hear your fucking voice!<br />CALL ME!!!!!!samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-89042731367154376132007-05-17T01:59:00.000-07:002007-05-17T02:08:04.311-07:00Moving On!Well, I move house today, leaving here to move back in with my mum. Going to be a lot of hard work but hopefully will turn out well in the end. Not sure how soon I will be able to get back on line properly. At the moment I don't even have a bedroom of my own, let alone somewhere to set up my computer, but I'll be working on it and should at least be able to get on line from my mums computer now and then (although I really need to dedicate some time to sorting out the rooms etc so I CAN have a bedroom!)<br />See some of you Mojo people in Birmingham on Saturday-I will post about that when I get back and get access to my computer!<br />And to the person I love (you know who you are, and you don't even read this so I'm mad talking to myself lol) wild horses wont stop me from speaking to you everyday! x<br /><br />Back soon!<br />And for anyone who hasn't seen my latest vid-the first collaboration I have done on my channel, the video child of me and johnreagan, here is 'Moving On. . . FAST!) guest starring Johnreagans really cool friend, Vito :)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8YAVNLXlWs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8YAVNLXlWs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-71976945215354186742007-05-11T15:42:00.000-07:002007-05-11T16:10:10.893-07:00Your VoiceRips the membrane of my heart,<br />Soothes the discord in my soul,<br />Invades the world I hide,<br />Reaches parts that I withhold.<br />Your Voice<br />Touches Me,<br />I feel the caress progress<br />Slowly up my thigh,<br />I feel you penetrate<br />My defences,<br />One touch that makes me laugh or cry.<br />I'll hold your gaze.<br />You see?<br />Look closer,<br />Feel Me.samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-54756355009232308242007-05-02T07:44:00.000-07:002007-05-02T07:49:53.607-07:00MBare feet treading slowly,<br />Firmly in the embers.<br />Why do the soles not burn?<br />Where am I now?<br />Which way is up?<br />My senses refuse to corroberate,<br />Will illusion fade to reveal<br />The real?<br />The Tangeble?<br />I reach out, naked and vulnerable,<br />I beseech you to take my hand,<br />Complete the bridge of faith.<br />Find solid ground together,<br />not struggle through this maze alone.<br />I feel you near.samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-74602288301146036192007-04-09T16:59:00.000-07:002007-04-09T17:01:14.196-07:00Lip-Synch Greatness!Lip-sync videos from my 2 youtube accounts (entries into a youtube competition)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bI8QjanT48"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bI8QjanT48" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxeNxNSeS_g"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IxeNxNSeS_g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-70554477485901583752007-04-09T16:47:00.000-07:002007-04-09T16:54:23.153-07:00Apologies to my fellow bloggersOn returning to post that last video, that is a nice tribute to the new friends I have found on a forum, I felt the tinge of guilt that has been brewing up inside for a while. That is for the neglect that I have shown to my blogging community! I have got so caught up in watching and making videos, that the few posts I have popped back here are mainly links to that other side of my on-line life. I suppose it's the old excuse of well, what's the point in telling people whats going on with me several times over, if I can just show them! BUT in getting so caught up in the video community, it has been a while since I checked on other peoples blogs as well! If there is a way to 'subscribe' to blogs where you get an email when your fave bloggers make a post, that would be wonderful. If such a thing is possible will someone tell me how you do that?<br />Also, I know not everyone can watch videos easily, if they are on dial-up etc. So although I don't pretend to have people who will miss my posts here, this is really a place for me to just talk when I felt like talking, I still want anyone who bothers to read to know that I appreciate their interest whether they watch my videos or not!<br />That said, I think I think I'll post my latest lip-sync videos in my next topic! 3 posts in one day, crikey!samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-77353800458223845332007-04-09T16:46:00.001-07:002007-04-09T16:46:41.323-07:00My latest hangout<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMuI-Kh-91g"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMuI-Kh-91g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-50220988235908843262007-03-24T04:58:00.001-07:002007-03-24T04:58:52.872-07:00Please Help Me!All you need is a youtube account, and a heart! ;)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgcPXS8KkCE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VgcPXS8KkCE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-75734736438463686582007-03-17T08:05:00.000-07:002007-03-17T08:07:36.562-07:00A woman left lonelyA tribute video made for me by johnreagannumber1.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_UpG8QXpHE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6_UpG8QXpHE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm curious about what kind of impression this gives of me. If anyone sees this-tell me what you think. The music, the clips, the lyrics.samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-74515895963977652552007-03-01T05:03:00.000-08:002007-03-01T05:06:57.880-08:00For SaleJust had a knock on the door, a for sale sign is being attached to my home. Would maybe have been nice/courtious/ whatever if the landlord had informed me of his intentions.<br />I think sometimes I am tuned into things like this-been having nightmares within the main message has been LEAVE THIS HOUSE a week after, a valuation, now this-still no notification whatsoever from the landlord. Well, even without a proper rental agreement I have squatters rights. Fuck 'em! LMFAO! I may as well stop paying rent-let them have as much hassle as possible hahahaha! Fuckers!samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-232341905390719092007-02-24T05:27:00.000-08:002007-02-24T05:28:10.209-08:00:DNothing like a couple of Aussie blokes singing for me to brighten my day! These guys are so funny :)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/okUOYpRMb7w"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/okUOYpRMb7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-62306697402757497802007-02-15T03:57:00.000-08:002007-02-15T03:59:04.106-08:00When We Dance<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Just wanted to put these lyrics somewhere I can go back to them :)</span><br /><br />When We Dance lyrics (Sting)</strong><br /><br />If he loved you<br />Like I love you<br />I would walk away in shame<br />I'd move town<br />I'd change my name<br /><br />When he watches you<br />When he counts to buy your soul<br />On your hand his golden rings<br />Like he owns a bird that sings<br /><br />When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings<br /><br />The priest has said my soul's salvation<br />Is in the balance of the angels<br />And underneath the wheels of passion<br />I keep the faith in my fashion<br />When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings<br /><br />I'm still in love with you<br />[I'm gonna find a place to live<br />Give you all I've got to give]<br />When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings<br />When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings<br /><br />If I could break down these walls<br />And shout my name at heaven's gate<br />I'd take these hands<br />And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate<br />Cathedrals are broken<br />Heaven's no longer above<br />And hellfire's a promise away<br />I'd still be saying<br />I'm still in love<br /><br />He won't love you<br />Like I love you<br />He won't care for you this way<br />He'll mistreat you if you stay<br /><br />Come and live with me<br />We'll have children of our own<br />I would love you more than life<br />If you'll come and be my wife<br />When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings<br />When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings<br />When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings<br />When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings<br /><br />I'm gonna love you more than life<br />If you will only be my wife<br />I'm gonna love you more than life<br />If you will only be my wife<br />I'm gonna love you night and day<br />I'm gonna try in every way<br /><br />(I had a dream last night<br />I dreamt you were by my side<br />Walking with me baby<br />My heart was filled with pride<br />I had a dream last night)samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-78091389809017082332007-02-06T03:18:00.000-08:002007-02-06T03:22:07.925-08:00ReconcilliationThe next time you<br />Want to be<br />Level with me<br />Pull yourself up, boy,<br />Don't drag me down.<br /><br />I've worked for the way<br />I can deal with this<br />Mess, and I can't<br />Let you crush me<br />By killing my strength.<br />I can't let you<br />Love me<br />If this is your love,<br />It feels more like<br />Hatred<br />To me.<br /><br />The next time you<br />Want to get<br />Even with me<br />Try healing yourself<br />Not injuring me.<br /><br />(1997)samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-1804228325931757512007-01-13T11:05:00.000-08:002007-01-13T11:08:55.191-08:00TrailersI felt a tear drop falling<br />I'll swear I did<br />But when I touched my cheek<br />It wasn't wet.<br /><br />I felt a sharpness crawling<br />Along my skin<br />I could not find a fresh cut<br />Only scars.<br /><br />I feel the salt is drying<br />My skin is stretching tight<br />Erupted pain-<br />A mask that shows<br />All I tried to hide.<br /><br />I felt a sudden tremor<br />In the Air<br />But I can only feel the echoes,<br />I no longer hear the scream.samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-8222110844069541722007-01-13T10:58:00.000-08:002007-02-04T07:53:07.022-08:00BreadcrumbsRestless<br /> In love, uncertainty<br /> What to do but let the feelings rush and ramble seize the soul in love and pain and feel the moments writhe and struggle getting through the day<br /><br />Tension<br /> Ever present, tight<br /> I must cope with strength and courage arrogance and confidence in all I Thought I knew Needs faith Stubborn Faith to carry me on through<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Night<br /></div><br />moments crawl company or space Alcohol or cool clear Mind Both twisted in my hate I <span style="font-style: italic;">cannot</span> break<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Free<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">But I can always Make-Believe<br /></div>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-18792114115162453012007-01-10T14:11:00.001-08:002007-01-10T14:11:59.043-08:00MalvinatorI can't get this song out of my head for the last day or so!<br /><br /> <object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6WVGHj_8b34"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6WVGHj_8b34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-61402711790828990732007-01-10T09:12:00.000-08:002007-01-10T09:16:52.628-08:00I don't want everything. . .Callum got some money for Christmas, and decided he wanted a new game for his console thingies. So yesterday he went and got a wrestling game for his playstation, when we tried it at home it wouldn't load up, so had lots of tantrums. Today I took it back to the shop with him, pointed out that he already had 3 wrestling games anyway-and he decided he would swap it for Animal Crossing on his DS, as he could link that game up with Nicoles and her mates. SO, we get that, walking home he says 'but can I still have the new wrestling one?' I pointed out for the umpteenth time that he only had enough money for one or the other, he'd chosen animal crossing, so he'd have to wait longer to save for the other one and I used the term 'You can't have Everything!'<br />To which he replied, 'I don't want EVERYTHING! I don't want Cheese!'<br /><br />lol!<br /><br />And his next sentence was 'Mum, can you do me cheese on toast when we get home?'<br /><br />LMFAO! Oh the joys of kids! They are not annoying at all-as long as you've already resigned your self to the madness and remember to laugh!samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-18168706763812939552007-01-06T04:25:00.000-08:002007-01-06T04:31:48.333-08:00fucking fuck!ok, great, new year and as usual everything decides to collapsa on me all at once. My own fault as usual. I need to send back insurance forms for my car, and havn't yet. I need to renew my housing benefit, and havn't yet. One of the companies I'm in debt to have decided to move on a step and send Bailiffs round-even though I have been paying the agreed reduced sum-so I have to phone them. And if they have decided to kick off again I bet the other companies will too. THEN this morning I get a letter telling me I have been accused of 'fly tipping' which probably refers to the fact that I put my bins out in the entry the day before the bin men come-and I don't have a wheelie bin to put them in because that got stolen years ago (about a month after the council issued them.) I'm told I need a solicitor at that meeting.<br />Great. All this on top of everything.<br />Nothing gets better, the shit just gets deeper and it seems there is no escape. I can't cope with my life at all. It's all fucked up, I have fucked it up really badly, and I don't see a way out.<br />yeh, feel shitty today.<br />So many things hanging over me.samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-90329004326256849662007-01-05T08:35:00.000-08:002007-01-05T08:37:21.452-08:00I Love You, But it's All in My Head<span id="RemainvidDescchannel_desc" style="display: inline;">How many worlds spin on in our minds<br />While linear time plods on outside<br />Magic encounters a boundless realm<br />While exterior cynical reason sees life.<br /><br />Half patterned thoughts dance in formless charm<br />While the eyes define what is real<br />Consciousness keeps up it's postmodern show<br />All that we touch, is not all we feel.<br /><br />(1998)<br /></span>samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-94236987851710012007-01-03T08:38:00.000-08:002007-01-05T08:39:56.674-08:00Keep GoingIt's far too soon to be sure<br />So it's all down to trust<br />It's far too destructive to doubt<br />In this faithless world.<br />Maybe sometime after this life<br />There's a savior waiting for me<br />I once thought I had one before<br />But he just screwed me.<br /><br />It's far too late to turn back<br />So I'd better go on<br />It's far too cold standing still<br />In this friendless storm.<br />Maybe somewhere over that hill<br />There's some courage waiting for me<br />I know exactly where I've been<br />That's what scares me.<br /><br />(1999)samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24601906.post-38527028872338011472007-01-03T07:56:00.000-08:002007-01-03T07:57:37.037-08:00Tia's feeling aggressiveMight be a bit of weird stuff coming from me the next couple of days. Just letting stuff out. Not to worry. :)samsarajadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591059479669856526noreply@blogger.com1