WINDOW'S TO THE SOUL...
They say eye's are the window's to the soul. Yes you may ask "who are they?" and what would their eye's tell us about their souls? For this you would have to ask them. My eyes are clouded as my soul feels very dusty. Why you may ask me would your soul feel dusty? Well you see it is this world in which i live in, that has gotten me down. PEOPLE ARE SO FAKE! you ask me why does this bother me? I will tell you why because i am not a surface dweller that is why. I don't care what kind of car you drive, although i am a gearhead and i do love certain cars. I don't care if you are rich or poor, where you work, or where you don't work. I don't care about money or status. king or a begger never no mind, it is what is in your heart, what makes up your character, the things you believe in enough to stand up for, to sacrifice for. Who are you that is what i want to know, should i decide to want to know you. i am not interested in semantics and labels, i am interested in what is deep inside your soul, And that is what i am prepared to share of myself. So if your looking for easy safe surface friends or if you are such a person i am not interested. later...
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REFLECTIONS...
All i see before me is reflected in my eye's
The cries of the down-trodden, all the evil lies.
Those who turn away so they don't see it, the forgotten, Ignorance of the cries.
Those who don't get it for lack of wit, with nothing good to say
Those who just don't give a shit, and look the other way.
Those never given a choice,to be whom they were suppose to become.
Those never given voice,to see dream after dream becoming numb.
Life is life as long as life is lived as we breath.
We breath to live, we live to breath no difference often seen.
Life is death and Death is life, but pain is in between.
Love is hate and hate is love, much blood can be seen.
WINDOW'S TO THE SOUL...
They say eye's are the window's to the soul. Yes you may ask "who are they?" and what would their eye's tell us about their souls? For this you would have to ask them. My eyes are clouded as my soul feels very dusty. Why you may ask me would your soul feel dusty? Well you see it is this world in which i live in, that has gotten me down. PEOPLE ARE SO FAKE! you ask me why does this bother me? I will tell you why because i am not a surface dweller that is why. I don't care what kind of car you drive, although i am a gearhead and i do love certain cars. I don't care if you are rich or poor, where you work, or where you don't work. I don't care about money or status. king or a begger never no mind, it is what is in your heart, what makes up your character, the things you believe in enough to stand up for, to sacrifice for. Who are you that is what i want to know, should i decide to want to know you. i am not interested in semantics and labels, i am interested in what is deep inside your soul, And that is what i am prepared to share of myself. So if your looking for easy safe surface friends or if you are such a person i am not interested. later...
