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| User: | love_holds_love (6098969) The Roses Theft
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| Name: | Mike | ||||
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| AOL IM: |  TheHierophant213 (Add Buddy, Send Message) | ||||
| Bio: | Love Holds Love "The whole universe holds itself together. The earth holds the people together. The people hold the earth together. The trees, the grass, the aniamlas, the wind, eveything holds something together. But the people and the earth and the trees are not what they seem, thats only what we can see. Its what exists inside of them that holds everything together. Love holds love together." Lost Answers “Flashes of childhood memories taunt him every night, the boy who fought this monstrous dragon on his magical carpet. Why would such a thing haunt such a helpless innocent boy? No one’s innocent. Has he been fighting this demon all these years? Has he won? The answer remains unknown. The same boy who played this game with deceiving strategies. The same boy who claws at his ears every night to stop this never ending ringing that drives him to insanity. The same boy who loved to see the sublime laughter upon the people of this earth. The same boy that seeks out his long lost love. The same boy that can shape the earth with a pencil. The same boy who sat in loneliness for years longing for that one true friend, that one true lover to share the world...to share how the trees glimmer like radiant emeralds...to share the feeling of the wind blowing through the hairs on our heads...to share the smiles as the people wave in jealousy of happiness...to share the sweet sound of music that carries the soul to heavenly places…to share the sweet smell of the morning dew on the cotton soft grass. The same boy who watched himself burn to nothing but debris and useless ashes. This demonic face claws at him every night as he tries and find peace within himself. He looks into the mirror and the devil is there and he watches as it devours his beautiful defenseless soul. Why? I share my cry with this esthetic moon, but no answer washes up on the shore of my heart.” Burning Memories "Memories wether good or bad resemble fire, wallow into deep and you'll get burned, blinded from what lies ahead. Of course we can step away and look at it/them from a distance, learn from the past, let the fire light our path instead of burning us, and let it warm our souls." "I guess if you wanted to label me you could call me Bohemian." Science will spread its branches And these words that cannot be read …must be read The feeling of understanding And the understanding of feeling …must be felt And the feeling that cannot be felt …must be felt The words of understanding And the understanding of words Must be read, must be heard And the love that cannot be loved …must be loved The heart of understanding And the understanding of heart Forever and forever Must beat On and on Loudly and clearly And the day will come When words melt into feelings And feelings burn into words And when the day comes Science will grow into nature And everyone will see Everyone will hear And everyone will flow down the river Into an ocean of never-ending nothing. "I had a dream where I fell into an ocean. And every part of me was consumed in the mouth of this creature. Above me the water went on and on, forever and forever in every which direction. It was so vast, so overwhelming. I had been engulfed in the beauty of death. All that water seemed like nothing to me, but I could feel every part of it, I was as big as the universe, and no longer was I isolated. From then on I knew the word nothing was impossible. Nothing was everything. Nothing was more than I knew now. Nothing was more than I could ever know." Pouring from every Pore "I noticed how everyone’s perception on love is different. So I thought I should give my idea of love. Love is truth. Love is your family. Love is your friends. Love is opening the door Love is the warm covers that hold you tight in the night. Love is the trees, the grass, and the ever-flowing waterfall of life. Love is every person that crosses your path and changes your life with nothing but a simple smile, a simple word. Love is a kiss. Love is a hug. Love is listening. Love is responding with heart. Love is acceptance. Love is a feeling when a companion enters your life and fills it with words of wisdom, with care, with acceptance of who you are, with morning kisses on the forehead, and with webs of steal as they wait for bad emotions to arise and wrapping it in love and draining it of every drop of energy. Love is war, death, crime, depression, fear, sorrow, and loneliness for making love so loving. Love is reality. Love is dream. Love is in between. Love is seeing eyes filled to the brim of tears consisting only of love. Love is knowing. Love is seeing love. Love is hearing love. Love is seeing children dance and play as they forget the troubles of the world. Love is hating the fact of not being able to hate. Love is loving. Love is being loved. Love is stars for filling in the black spaces. Love is the sun for lighting up the faces torn and jaded of not being loved. Love is the night for shading all the imperfections of men’s creations and the moon for making the rest sparkle like diamonds. Love is everything and everyone. Love is the world. Love is the universe. BUT true love is having a big enough heart to love the entire world for every aspect good and bad, every leaf on every tree, every abusive father that’s so far trapped in his own insecurities and fear of the world and hatred of not being accepted by his own abusive father, every mother who sticks by his side in patience and hope for a better love filled with care and acceptance, and every child that’s lost. Having a big enough heart to look for the love within everyone, whether being drowned by darkness or flowing out of every pore, and trying to bring that out. That is true love." These are MY writings and I'd appreciate it if you didn't steal them or if you wanted to put it somewhere ona website, ask my permission. | ||||
| Interests: | 83: aboriginal culture, acdc, art, astral projection, autaumn air, bright eyes, buddhism, classic rock, classical, conor oberst, cruxshadows, david bowie, dead leaves, deep purple, e.e. cummings, edgar a. poe, edward scissor hands, emo, ewan mcgregor, foreignor, freedom, ganesha, gilbert grape, gnostism, grass, grateful dead, greenday, hair, happiness, hinduism, homosexuality, indie, invader zim, jesus christ superstar, johny depp, knowledge, krishna, kundalini, led zeppelin, love, meatloaf, metal, moulin rouge, music, musicals, nicole kidman, nightmare before christmas, old school heavy metal, poetry, psychadelic rock, radiohead, rainbows, rasputina, reggae, religion, rivers, salvador dali, scorpions, secret window, siddhartha, slc punk, snow, songcatcher, spring, summer, system of a down, the doors, the hunger, the jungle book, the little prince, the moon, the ninth gate, the others, the spill canvas, the sun, thom yorke, tom petty, tool, trees, tribal music, ursula, wicca, wisdom | ||||
| Schools: | None listed | ||||
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