<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:28:44.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Arcana</title><subtitle type='html'>lets get arty!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-4042159032327188409</id><published>2003-05-02T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:25:13.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 2</title><content type='html'>Life is true when I see it full,&lt;br /&gt;Do I do a favour? Living it as I do,&lt;br /&gt;All seem so mean,&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless and not understood,&lt;br /&gt;Should I stand it more?&lt;br /&gt;As it’s always a steal, huh? No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, can you sing me those&lt;br /&gt;Few lines of your living vows, as it is.&lt;br /&gt;Now it beats, faster as never before,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, it’s just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Do your work, before it gets late,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on with what’s waiting, at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so hard,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the way you deal,&lt;br /&gt;The function is hard to seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storming through season 2,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing an apron,&lt;br /&gt;Storming through season 2,&lt;br /&gt;Making no mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Storming through season 2,&lt;br /&gt;Paid after due.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-4042159032327188409?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-7027400354848579408</id><published>2003-03-21T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:37:02.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cobainism</title><content type='html'>One eye closed and one night stand,&lt;br /&gt;Made me close and made me near,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I see, you in me,&lt;br /&gt;All night long I didn’t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to be the one,&lt;br /&gt;Planned to see you soon,&lt;br /&gt;All in new, and grunge is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me faint, and see me die,&lt;br /&gt;All is fair in love and war,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I see, you in me,&lt;br /&gt;All night long I didn’t sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Make in moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Keep it playing pal,&lt;br /&gt;Want to hear it hard.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love and empathy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-7027400354848579408?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/7027400354848579408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=7027400354848579408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/7027400354848579408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/7027400354848579408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2008/03/cobainism.html' title='Cobainism'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-2954829681072264937</id><published>2003-03-09T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:09:07.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane Roxanne</title><content type='html'>You loved me so late,&lt;br /&gt;Should I take this as my fate?&lt;br /&gt;I better jump into the well,&lt;br /&gt;Before it’s late, my mind to sell,&lt;br /&gt;To take a bath, don’t ring the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, love me, love me, till I die,&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, kill me, kill me, I am alive,&lt;br /&gt;Just till 2 and 7 it comes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my vein, my blood is cold,&lt;br /&gt;How could you just rip it off?&lt;br /&gt;Dripping blood, drop by drop,&lt;br /&gt;Can I get what I want?&lt;br /&gt;Got to free myself, wish me luck,&lt;br /&gt;Wish me goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, love me, love me, till I die,&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne, kill me, kill me, I am alive,&lt;br /&gt;Just till 2 and 7 it comes soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-2954829681072264937?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/2954829681072264937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=2954829681072264937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hard, terrible sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;Drug fixation, an obsession, null possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana – in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana – can I take?&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana – get, set, go,&lt;br /&gt;Marijuana – take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes and guilt being flushed out,&lt;br /&gt;Man who lived with no life,&lt;br /&gt;I am no gay person,&lt;br /&gt;Never had grass and speed,&lt;br /&gt;This fated defeat can you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroin – not a druggie,&lt;br /&gt;Heroin – makes me free,&lt;br /&gt;Heroin – set up salsa,&lt;br /&gt;Heroin – take it easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-6132513294092427053?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/6132513294092427053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-2326326089537550371</id><published>2003-02-11T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:50:07.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction To The Fullest</title><content type='html'>Waiting for me in the fourth level,&lt;br /&gt;All I could see was your sweet smile,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you feel,&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant drive down the marine,&lt;br /&gt;No way out for me,&lt;br /&gt;A level of complete happiness,&lt;br /&gt;My libido keeps on warning,&lt;br /&gt;Something’s wrong just about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out anyways,&lt;br /&gt;The core is not the desire,&lt;br /&gt;This is so uninspiring and degrading,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be you share,&lt;br /&gt;Take me through this,&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am happy now,&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole new story now,&lt;br /&gt;Lots of lovely things to do,&lt;br /&gt;My share of love to each being,&lt;br /&gt;Take me through this,&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you feel,&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant drive down the marine,&lt;br /&gt;No way out for me,&lt;br /&gt;A level of complete happiness,&lt;br /&gt;My libido keeps on warning,&lt;br /&gt;Something’s wrong just about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fear can conquer?&lt;br /&gt;What pain can seize?&lt;br /&gt;What darkness reveals?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t I just come out of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-2326326089537550371?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/2326326089537550371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=2326326089537550371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2326326089537550371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2326326089537550371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2003/02/addiction-to-fullest.html' title='Addiction To The Fullest'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-4832686818998354606</id><published>2003-02-11T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:00:03.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacophony Of Love</title><content type='html'>That heavy dosage of fame,&lt;br /&gt;Till chased by paparazzi away,&lt;br /&gt;On the couch of the royal limo,&lt;br /&gt;For the princess by my side,&lt;br /&gt;I walked a hungry mile,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to smile all my pain,&lt;br /&gt;As I hate to see my efforts all go in vain,&lt;br /&gt;I am not backing off,&lt;br /&gt;Going to stick here, very near,&lt;br /&gt;Going to get you some day,&lt;br /&gt;Just to feed you to sharks next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it dear; by the way, I said it,&lt;br /&gt;A bit of shit spoken,&lt;br /&gt;See it by my way, I’m completely shaken,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just bout’ a go,&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it’s over, already over,&lt;br /&gt;Over, over above your head,&lt;br /&gt;Has fighting ever helped?&lt;br /&gt;Then why drop bombs,&lt;br /&gt;Hatred growing day by day,&lt;br /&gt;All by itself in a mind junkyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are different,&lt;br /&gt;So let all dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;This soldier works for you,&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t you let me loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilise your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a heart with no one either,&lt;br /&gt;All the dreams coming true,&lt;br /&gt;The story shouldn’t end here,&lt;br /&gt;Just for a second I see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faded dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing aroma,&lt;br /&gt;Back on to future,&lt;br /&gt;Reveal the madness,&lt;br /&gt;Darkened pride,&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-4832686818998354606?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-5641144609815983625</id><published>2003-02-11T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:04:40.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guit-air Ways</title><content type='html'>For a day, everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Keep this highs and lows away,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting on the edge, fighting for freedom,&lt;br /&gt;I trekked the top of a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;Until no rolling rock stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these clanging matches,&lt;br /&gt;Grass cutting me in crisscross patches,&lt;br /&gt;Who’s going to take it more?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, I couldn’t come across,&lt;br /&gt;This hill is a big one,&lt;br /&gt;September rain loved by a Libran,&lt;br /&gt;And how much pleasant can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow me, oh! Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Punish me with no new birth,&lt;br /&gt;All dirty scars on my face,&lt;br /&gt;Can this lawyer accept my case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t knock me down,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not easy, no easy work,&lt;br /&gt;No fault now, I’m true,&lt;br /&gt;Sun breaks for something new,&lt;br /&gt;Evolve; I am your dream,&lt;br /&gt;Evolve; I am all new,&lt;br /&gt;Evolve; I am true,&lt;br /&gt;Evolve; I am the king,&lt;br /&gt;The flight, flight above all oceans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-5641144609815983625?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/5641144609815983625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=5641144609815983625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/5641144609815983625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/5641144609815983625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2003/02/guit-air-ways.html' title='Guit-air Ways'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-1390312703933731742</id><published>2003-02-03T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:04:22.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Known Secret</title><content type='html'>I never knew,&lt;br /&gt;What happened, what really happened,&lt;br /&gt;In my absence, madness,&lt;br /&gt;Can I take you out?&lt;br /&gt;To a parking lot, a parking lot,&lt;br /&gt;In my new car, bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to laugh and smile,&lt;br /&gt;I can take you to the glooming moon,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to dance to my tune,&lt;br /&gt;Hey you lady, see me all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure I’m fit and fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! Save me, please help me,&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell her the secret?&lt;br /&gt;I have this fear in my mind and I regret,&lt;br /&gt;I regret every second I exist,&lt;br /&gt;For now she knows me well,&lt;br /&gt;Can she forget it soon?&lt;br /&gt;Garden and flowers let them bloom,&lt;br /&gt;I stabbed her in the back,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! Save me, please help me,&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell her the secret?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-1390312703933731742?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/1390312703933731742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=1390312703933731742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1390312703933731742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1390312703933731742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2003/02/known-secret.html' title='A Known Secret'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-2862523809637673165</id><published>2003-02-02T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:02:37.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt - Repair</title><content type='html'>Sometime, in my life, I smelt it,&lt;br /&gt;Yahehe, yahoho, I smelt bad,&lt;br /&gt;Foul play in the ballroom,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t louder, can I be?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger, you lived with my woman,&lt;br /&gt;And I was helpless, hey lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smoke, no tar,&lt;br /&gt;Never visited a hooker’s bar,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t even had a martini dive,&lt;br /&gt;I’m still trying hard to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could be mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it now,&lt;br /&gt;I smell it bad again,&lt;br /&gt;And this time I was sure,&lt;br /&gt;Foul play in the ballroom,&lt;br /&gt;I say, when you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;You will swear and I assure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches in my head and food,&lt;br /&gt;They smell bad, this psycho mind,&lt;br /&gt;I will achieve it latter,&lt;br /&gt;Psychotic behaviour now and then,&lt;br /&gt;Dye me black; tie me in a sack,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t mind coz I’m trying harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intruder in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Playing and diving in blood,&lt;br /&gt;Let me live, yahehe, yahoho, let me, some more time,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t sleep this time,&lt;br /&gt;Make me pursue happiness,&lt;br /&gt;This journey won’t end,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sit in an armchair,&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, again I smell bad,&lt;br /&gt;Foul play in the ball room,&lt;br /&gt;Endless flowers in the flower garden,&lt;br /&gt;Made all bouquets of love,&lt;br /&gt;And I smell it again,&lt;br /&gt;My journey is endless,&lt;br /&gt;An intruder in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Playing and diving in blood,&lt;br /&gt;Let me live, yahehe, yahoho, let me, some more time,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t sleep this time,&lt;br /&gt;Make me pursue happiness,&lt;br /&gt;This journey won’t end,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sit in an armchair,&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smoke, no tar,&lt;br /&gt;Never visited a hooker’s bar,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t even had a martini dive,&lt;br /&gt;I’m still trying hard to stay alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-2862523809637673165?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/2862523809637673165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=2862523809637673165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2862523809637673165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2862523809637673165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2003/02/guilt-repair.html' title='Guilt - Repair'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-2725792550060347436</id><published>2003-02-02T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:45:36.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarian Salvation</title><content type='html'>Mien as bright as the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Grey dark clouds find way back home,&lt;br /&gt;Tears misting in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Just for the passion in the work,&lt;br /&gt;You help me, why can’t you?&lt;br /&gt;You help me, only you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch wood and feel the word,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sam waiting for us to be there,&lt;br /&gt;And no extra source of source,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation, birth, death and regeneration,&lt;br /&gt;You help me, why can’t you?&lt;br /&gt;You help me, only you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like no breakfast without bacon,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a gambler without money,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a killer with a heart,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a rocker without honey, you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh you, you help me, why can’t you?&lt;br /&gt;You help me, only you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-2725792550060347436?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/2725792550060347436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=2725792550060347436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2725792550060347436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2725792550060347436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2003/02/aquarian-salvation.html' title='Aquarian Salvation'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-9160331056447186586</id><published>2003-02-01T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:57:38.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Take It No More</title><content type='html'>Nobody could actually drift apart,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I did pause for my little heart,&lt;br /&gt;No innuendoes in your private life,&lt;br /&gt;Live in the parade and paradise inside,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna aim an arrow,&lt;br /&gt;Completely taking off all those sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginable stuff comes out for me,&lt;br /&gt;Tangible evidence proves and just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t so perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Measuring tape in your head,&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t so perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Achieve an attainable target,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m no perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Just like you, standing out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building our castle all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t you wait till I’m done?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t you wait until I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hypnotise you, girl,&lt;br /&gt;So can you see me perfect in the blur?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so special today,&lt;br /&gt;Just like that and a reason to say,&lt;br /&gt;Garden of Eden waiting for you to pose,&lt;br /&gt;A river in Virginia waiting for you, just to flow,&lt;br /&gt;Stagnant lives feel so good,&lt;br /&gt;And so could I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What aren’t you sure about?&lt;br /&gt;Know me, Wine is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Divine you, know me,&lt;br /&gt;Know me, Wine is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Divine you, know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-9160331056447186586?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/9160331056447186586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=9160331056447186586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/9160331056447186586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/9160331056447186586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2003/02/cant-take-it-no-more.html' title='Can&apos;t Take It No More'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-250991400847517885</id><published>2003-01-27T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:20:48.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nir-wanna</title><content type='html'>Slimy fish, won’t you give up,&lt;br /&gt;Chance is yours, I take a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;A growing phobia within me,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I’m seeing you losing,&lt;br /&gt;Never had tequila, not even a shot,&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from an open mind,&lt;br /&gt;Sinner says, close to the evil skin,&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms for roaring wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have something to see till the end,&lt;br /&gt;The feathers stuck in the bushes,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help, nor can you,&lt;br /&gt;The roaring winds come by me very soon,&lt;br /&gt;Never had tequila, not even a shot,&lt;br /&gt;Speaking from an open mind,&lt;br /&gt;Sinner says, close to the evil skin,&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms for roaring wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek a refuge in me,&lt;br /&gt;Liberate me from all sins,&lt;br /&gt;And grieve not to do so,&lt;br /&gt;Slimy fish and a pesky friend,&lt;br /&gt;Never turn me up to a killjoy,&lt;br /&gt;Liberate me, Nir–wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, destiny or fate,&lt;br /&gt;Who’s guiding me through?&lt;br /&gt;Who’s giving me power to rule?&lt;br /&gt;Who’s sealing our fate?&lt;br /&gt;And a twist in tale.&lt;br /&gt;Slimy fish, could you hold,&lt;br /&gt;Pesky friend, try putting some salt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-250991400847517885?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/250991400847517885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=250991400847517885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/250991400847517885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/250991400847517885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2003/01/nir-wanna.html' title='Nir-wanna'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-1455931064654073640</id><published>2003-01-25T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:01:20.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By-lanes Of The Previous</title><content type='html'>Fry the brain and board the train,&lt;br /&gt;The nomad rules and ways it all,&lt;br /&gt;Lost my love and lost it all,&lt;br /&gt;Mercy no left for me,&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest knife was my friend,&lt;br /&gt;And I say so, coz it was done,&lt;br /&gt;All to do, the snake had hissed,&lt;br /&gt;The snake has hissed near my ears,&lt;br /&gt;And I had a cut in my brow,&lt;br /&gt;And so could everyone suffer from migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om shanti Om,&lt;br /&gt;Peace is what I got to seize,&lt;br /&gt;Let me conquer and see me done,&lt;br /&gt;They feared no evil, evil to do,&lt;br /&gt;Nomad rules,&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest knife,&lt;br /&gt;Ceasing peace,&lt;br /&gt;Conquer death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger in my soup, I hate,&lt;br /&gt;Being alone is my fate,&lt;br /&gt;Madness dreams all could see,&lt;br /&gt;The stage arrived when I rose from bed,&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts and wafers I hated for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Could only afford a glass of poison,&lt;br /&gt;I tried to,&lt;br /&gt;Fry the brain and board the train,&lt;br /&gt;The nomad rules and ways it all,&lt;br /&gt;Lost my love and lost it all,&lt;br /&gt;Mercy no left for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-1455931064654073640?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/1455931064654073640/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-7654470331750771250</id><published>2003-01-21T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:40:35.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>X–Rated  X–Ray</title><content type='html'>Lie always to protect all,&lt;br /&gt;Not for the betrayal, forget,&lt;br /&gt;Pain will exist, dude,&lt;br /&gt;My human mind insists, oh my god,&lt;br /&gt;Pull the lever let it flow,&lt;br /&gt;I was right for the very first time,&lt;br /&gt;Now you know,&lt;br /&gt;I am an x-rated x-ray,&lt;br /&gt;Save all from the grave,&lt;br /&gt;I am an x-rated x-ray,&lt;br /&gt;And play the funny game of Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds building its nest for future,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of it comes by zephyr,&lt;br /&gt;Dogs barking and making voices,&lt;br /&gt;For an anchor shaped tool size,&lt;br /&gt;One thing leads to another,&lt;br /&gt;And I have learnt everything from my mother,&lt;br /&gt;People pray for themselves,&lt;br /&gt;Mate n feed n kill n repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the excellence for passion,&lt;br /&gt;Human mind weathers, the very old fashion,&lt;br /&gt;Birds building its nest for future,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of it comes by zephyr,&lt;br /&gt;Dogs barking and making voices,&lt;br /&gt;For an anchor shaped tool size,&lt;br /&gt;Now you know,&lt;br /&gt;I am an x-rated x-ray,&lt;br /&gt;Save all from the grave,&lt;br /&gt;I am an x-rated x-ray,&lt;br /&gt;And play the funny game of Dave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-7654470331750771250?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/7654470331750771250/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-1094918262447249343</id><published>2003-01-14T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:12:00.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Minds</title><content type='html'>Famine, drought with casted mines,&lt;br /&gt;Starving, starvation of the hunger,&lt;br /&gt;Peel the orange and feel the change,&lt;br /&gt;Countless mines that lie scattered,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for their next prey,&lt;br /&gt;Who's it going to be,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he or maybe she,&lt;br /&gt;The next event of the starving free,&lt;br /&gt;And I have no speech, no democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arched are the men of other faith,&lt;br /&gt;Bend to the shadow of constant hate,&lt;br /&gt;And who’s waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who’s waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Coz, I have no betting,&lt;br /&gt;As death and chaos reign supreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famine, drought and casted mines,&lt;br /&gt;Famine, drought with casted mines,&lt;br /&gt;Starving, starvation of the hunger,&lt;br /&gt;Peel the orange and feel the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-1094918262447249343?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/1094918262447249343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=1094918262447249343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1094918262447249343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1094918262447249343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2003/01/land-minds.html' title='Land Minds'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-5374749611224058786</id><published>2003-01-04T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:41:42.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Came The Yellow Grain Of Sand</title><content type='html'>One day in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;When I got up early,&lt;br /&gt;I could see the dust and feel the air,&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, I know to guard,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven felt I was a complainer,&lt;br /&gt;Hell said I am a loner,&lt;br /&gt;They all denied, accepting,&lt;br /&gt;And I knew, I can take over.&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep now, make me free,&lt;br /&gt;I know, I can take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can rule the kingdom,&lt;br /&gt;The conceptual kingdom of universe,&lt;br /&gt;Nor can I, by my side,&lt;br /&gt;I lead a life, a wireless talking commodity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous people roaming around,&lt;br /&gt;A short nap aside page three,&lt;br /&gt;Time to activate for me,&lt;br /&gt;Passed away in minutes,&lt;br /&gt;Thorns pricked me, slayed in bushes,&lt;br /&gt;Death chased me,&lt;br /&gt;Until I meekly surrendered,&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling on my bleeding knees,&lt;br /&gt;Through lightning and thunder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-5374749611224058786?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-846437884423649602</id><published>2002-12-26T02:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:21:32.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Token Of Love</title><content type='html'>My mouth was filled with rage and sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Killed by a sceptre for flowing blood,&lt;br /&gt;Hatred followed by jealousy and madness,&lt;br /&gt;Everything for one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t just stop thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Until I realised I have someone,&lt;br /&gt;My own, my dear ones,&lt;br /&gt;My folks, modern world speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my parents,&lt;br /&gt;I have my dad, my mom,&lt;br /&gt;My dear ones, I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think of the bad?&lt;br /&gt;When I never considered it in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Why did I feel bad for the ones whom I never cared?&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry mom, I realised it,&lt;br /&gt;Very slow, but once it happens,&lt;br /&gt;And we learnt no one’s late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dada bought clothes and care,&lt;br /&gt;Mama bought me music and love,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve not to pay anything back,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope this time nothing to dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a token of love,&lt;br /&gt;For I know, I can’t give,&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve got, coz it’s difficult,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pay back the love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a token of love,&lt;br /&gt;For the dear ones,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone realises it,&lt;br /&gt;Very slow, but once it happens,&lt;br /&gt;And we learnt no one’s late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mama, thank you dada,&lt;br /&gt;For given me everything that I am,&lt;br /&gt;For taking me as I was,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always being by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-4679251998068016881</id><published>2002-12-25T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:05:58.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25th December, 2002</title><content type='html'>The only time in a year,&lt;br /&gt;I find everyone smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at strangers on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is on the air,&lt;br /&gt;Magic spreads joy and cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day service and midnight mass,&lt;br /&gt;Message of love and togetherness,&lt;br /&gt;Gimme some time to think,&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t we lost the meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Changes around I see,&lt;br /&gt;I see all that in a single wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather to pray but not to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the sacrifices not for the drink,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifices that have saved mankind,&lt;br /&gt;And promises that we have to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sake of the humanity cause,&lt;br /&gt;Make up for all the losses,&lt;br /&gt;I’m here to make you understand,&lt;br /&gt;And its your part to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we pray and together we thank,&lt;br /&gt;So we sing aloud the Christian song,&lt;br /&gt;Day service and midnight mass,&lt;br /&gt;Message of love and togetherness,&lt;br /&gt;Gimme some time to think,&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t we lost the meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Changes around I see,&lt;br /&gt;I see all that in a single wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time in a year,&lt;br /&gt;I find everyone smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at strangers on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is on the air,&lt;br /&gt;Magic spreads joy and cheer.&lt;div 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2002'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-4135689635884760110</id><published>2002-12-23T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:12:03.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rest In The West</title><content type='html'>I left my place, with all belongings,&lt;br /&gt;For a fly to the other part of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Where work is just a make,&lt;br /&gt;Of a new house and all in sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been from the west,&lt;br /&gt;The royal coffee and liberty,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed there in a lovely fest,&lt;br /&gt;Danced and boozed all night long,&lt;br /&gt;Jived all way in a Christmas song,&lt;br /&gt;And I loved it more in the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a small place,&lt;br /&gt;And I have come to see,&lt;br /&gt;What is left for me,&lt;br /&gt;Just to find everything,&lt;br /&gt;Every me and every you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you love the west,&lt;br /&gt;And you will love the rest,&lt;br /&gt;It has made my world,&lt;br /&gt;A small big place to feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-4135689635884760110?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/4135689635884760110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=4135689635884760110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel joy and I feel me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel freedom and I feel easy,&lt;br /&gt;With the one who is very new and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets me live my own life, sweet like her,&lt;br /&gt;She lets me have complete freedom to be myself,&lt;br /&gt;She just changes the bad ones that I have,&lt;br /&gt;And its good for me and my family,&lt;br /&gt;I am transformed into a new one,&lt;br /&gt;Which has all lights and songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed an easy friend,&lt;br /&gt;I broke the mirror and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you every night,&lt;br /&gt;I had the memory, brain washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who can see me through,&lt;br /&gt;A friend who can make me new,&lt;br /&gt;A friend just bout to care,&lt;br /&gt;A friend, and one just like you.&lt;br /&gt;See me through, make me yours,&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy all through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed just by a day,&lt;br /&gt;Fights weren’t all we had to lay,&lt;br /&gt;We came closer and made promises,&lt;br /&gt;Never to leave come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times have come and times have changed,&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, you and me never will,&lt;br /&gt;We give our hearts up to full,&lt;br /&gt;Never to leave come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found good, I have found new,&lt;br /&gt;I have found life, I have found God,&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new friend, as she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-7265093832499903611?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/7265093832499903611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=7265093832499903611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Witches and sad heads low,&lt;br /&gt;Always made for the dark,&lt;br /&gt;A time capsule is what I show,&lt;br /&gt;Vampire, could I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where to run, no place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;No one to trust,&lt;br /&gt;Worlds getting complicated,&lt;br /&gt;Life’s getting sublimated,&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no revolution,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t see no molestation,&lt;br /&gt;Earth just keeps on moving,&lt;br /&gt;A division is so time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, don’t make me a complainer,&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t have been late,&lt;br /&gt;Combat evil, combat black,&lt;br /&gt;Delayed dejection and imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s turning deaf mute,&lt;br /&gt;Road’s heading for the dead end,&lt;br /&gt;No where to run, no place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;No one to trust,&lt;br /&gt;Worlds getting complicated,&lt;br /&gt;Life’s getting sublimated,&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no revolution,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t see no molestation,&lt;br /&gt;Earth just keeps on moving,&lt;br /&gt;A division is so time consuming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-6849386316623169812?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/6849386316623169812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=6849386316623169812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6849386316623169812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6849386316623169812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/12/sound-of-cemetry.html' title='Sound Of The Cemetry'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-244481967592200446</id><published>2002-12-19T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:53:15.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed Quartz</title><content type='html'>I wasn’t the paragon of virtue,&lt;br /&gt;He expected, I heard, a denial,&lt;br /&gt;People called me a junkie,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t, man you said,&lt;br /&gt;You sold it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the world’s changing,&lt;br /&gt;And so are you.&lt;br /&gt;Recollect the days in the left wing,&lt;br /&gt;You and me, laughed out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Hey and you know you drove my wagon,&lt;br /&gt;Upto it and I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how much leeway should I give,&lt;br /&gt;And how much leeway should I take,&lt;br /&gt;And how much leeway is left now, folk,&lt;br /&gt;Help me man, talk me out,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget, days left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just a late-comer, and for a late night show,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the paragon of virtue,&lt;br /&gt;We had the obsession, yeah the obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am bored of your disturbing nature,&lt;br /&gt;You smelt my cash and you did it full,&lt;br /&gt;And why do so?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why do so?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe pal,&lt;br /&gt;And don’t want to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;Matters most is the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with curses and you are off the port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I forget the rainy months?&lt;br /&gt;And the swimming pool,&lt;br /&gt;I wore your clothes for my date,&lt;br /&gt;And wasn’t that made in a secular state.&lt;br /&gt;An obsession, yeah we had the obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relation wasn’t nourishing,&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you loved a nun,&lt;br /&gt;I was up there to find,&lt;br /&gt;Shivering in the scorching sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-244481967592200446?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/244481967592200446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=244481967592200446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/244481967592200446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/244481967592200446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/12/obsessed-quartz.html' title='Obsessed Quartz'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-6313407083097707035</id><published>2002-12-17T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:13:02.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live-In</title><content type='html'>Maiden sun rises over,&lt;br /&gt;Maiden life living on her,&lt;br /&gt;Maiden hour the truth is here,&lt;br /&gt;Maiden belief switching over,&lt;br /&gt;And all is, all is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shining sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phase, I left the dirty phase,&lt;br /&gt;Dude, let me, gimme space,&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Am carrying you to an away planet.&lt;br /&gt;Afforestation is what I do,&lt;br /&gt;Travelling caravan and the Indian desert,&lt;br /&gt;Stand aside and see me enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final hour of the life,&lt;br /&gt;Final bid to the world,&lt;br /&gt;Final belief was just over,&lt;br /&gt;Final talks just been heard,&lt;br /&gt;And all is, all is dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-6313407083097707035?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/6313407083097707035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=6313407083097707035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6313407083097707035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6313407083097707035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/12/live-in.html' title='Live-In'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-1818301601159352862</id><published>2002-12-14T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:36:40.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excess Xmas</title><content type='html'>Dressed in marigold,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet stuff, rock and roll,&lt;br /&gt;The time was not to end,&lt;br /&gt;Shiny flowers and lot to send.&lt;br /&gt;X’mas in excess,&lt;br /&gt;X’mas in excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl waited month long,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see and everybody sang,&lt;br /&gt;Bells and gifts made her way,&lt;br /&gt;Merry x’mas was the day.&lt;br /&gt;X’mas in excess,&lt;br /&gt;X’mas in excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day’s end she told me null,&lt;br /&gt;Left me by the side,&lt;br /&gt;I was happy by the end,&lt;br /&gt;Got an invitation for the New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;This was the Christmas Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-1818301601159352862?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/1818301601159352862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=1818301601159352862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1818301601159352862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1818301601159352862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/12/excess-xmas.html' title='Excess Xmas'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-1802311167561093270</id><published>2002-12-13T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:14:33.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Lamp</title><content type='html'>Mary was a girl, who was very clear,&lt;br /&gt;She wanted things to change but was not very sure,&lt;br /&gt;Things will happen but things should change,&lt;br /&gt;Time has come and with the desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary learnt,&lt;br /&gt;Spit out the hatred,&lt;br /&gt;Spit out the rage,&lt;br /&gt;Live like a family and enter new age,&lt;br /&gt;Creation of a new nation,&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful it would have been,&lt;br /&gt;If such a world could ever be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary’s lamp gave us light,&lt;br /&gt;Accept it and stop the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the fight, have the fun,&lt;br /&gt;Forget the religion, take the human,&lt;br /&gt;F laden, remember Cobain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary’s lamp is a boon,&lt;br /&gt;Realise it very soon,&lt;br /&gt;People now are not dear,&lt;br /&gt;Left alone may have the fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-1802311167561093270?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/1802311167561093270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=1802311167561093270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1802311167561093270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1802311167561093270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/12/marys-lamp.html' title='Mary&apos;s Lamp'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-3088012398958098405</id><published>2002-12-11T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:23:56.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Insurance</title><content type='html'>High fives for my chaps,&lt;br /&gt;My girl’s not secured,&lt;br /&gt;Am not insured, am not secured,&lt;br /&gt;Show me the flame,&lt;br /&gt;Light up and dance,&lt;br /&gt;Now your friends blame,&lt;br /&gt;And make you bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s just complaining,&lt;br /&gt;Every time’s just passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not insured, am not assured,&lt;br /&gt;She’s making up the tunes,&lt;br /&gt;All in the moonlight blues,&lt;br /&gt;Colours what we see today,&lt;br /&gt;Flying all the stars today,&lt;br /&gt;May this happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing features should have,&lt;br /&gt;A lovely bow and a lovely tie,&lt;br /&gt;Show me the high,&lt;br /&gt;Make me fly,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna catch you by the flowing air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World binds, unbound bound,&lt;br /&gt;Show the others for the pounce,&lt;br /&gt;Am not insured, am not assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day’s something new,&lt;br /&gt;Every day’s all is few,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you never know,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, make an excellency show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-3088012398958098405?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/3088012398958098405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=3088012398958098405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3088012398958098405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3088012398958098405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/12/soul-insurance.html' title='Soul Insurance'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-4342978313248748184</id><published>2002-12-05T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:12:42.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Nonsense</title><content type='html'>Watch the set of designs,&lt;br /&gt;Watch the set of culture,&lt;br /&gt;Watch the set of difference,&lt;br /&gt;And the set of sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it yours, I hate,&lt;br /&gt;Make it his, who made,&lt;br /&gt;All is ours, funny fate,&lt;br /&gt;Death is caused by this mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say, I really feel,&lt;br /&gt;I do this for you,&lt;br /&gt;But you see you really don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;For whatever is made,&lt;br /&gt;You at least care a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoe’s lace,&lt;br /&gt;The tied knot,&lt;br /&gt;The very face,&lt;br /&gt;All need the comfort cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great nonsense is what I speak,&lt;br /&gt;Why should I bribe?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you take it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s already late,&lt;br /&gt;But you take your time,&lt;br /&gt;The great nonsense is what I speak,&lt;br /&gt;Why should I bribe?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you take it.&lt;br /&gt;The great nonsense is what I speak,&lt;br /&gt;Why should I bribe?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-4342978313248748184?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-3747103981079670770</id><published>2002-11-25T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:47:43.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-a`-stly Affair</title><content type='html'>I wasn’t a coastal boy,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t a hotel boy,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t easy for me,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see and just to leave,&lt;br /&gt;You told me I can’t get there,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not hard and it’s not tough,&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t make me bare,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, just don’t make me bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to live our spirits,&lt;br /&gt;Think of the heart, of the soul,&lt;br /&gt;I fly high today, coz I see that minute,&lt;br /&gt;You help me to rock and to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the poor things behind,&lt;br /&gt;Make no differentiations,&lt;br /&gt;We learnt value education,&lt;br /&gt;And that wasn’t any stupid conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a coastal boy,&lt;br /&gt;Nor am I a hotel boy,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t easy for me,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see and just to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Need not blame you for this,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows you are a sweet miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not a coastal boy?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not a hotel boy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-3747103981079670770?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/3747103981079670770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=3747103981079670770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3747103981079670770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3747103981079670770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/11/co-stly-affair.html' title='Co-a`-stly Affair'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-2006479276221281183</id><published>2002-11-22T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:26:14.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusty Rustler</title><content type='html'>The lane is lone,&lt;br /&gt;You say am alone,&lt;br /&gt;Ecological mindset make you think,&lt;br /&gt;The past will make you blink,&lt;br /&gt;Think of the memories we always had,&lt;br /&gt;Think of the memories we never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a punch for this thirsty man,&lt;br /&gt;Make him drink, make him sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Just for the while, and just for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes to have a dream,&lt;br /&gt;A palace of glass and mirror outside,&lt;br /&gt;Aroma of tulips with me beside,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing flower in the flower fall,&lt;br /&gt;You the queen and me the king,&lt;br /&gt;And you may always have me sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you stop me at the downfall,&lt;br /&gt;You spend the weekends in the shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;I am alone,&lt;br /&gt;I am the rustler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-2006479276221281183?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/2006479276221281183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=2006479276221281183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2006479276221281183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2006479276221281183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/11/rusty-rustler.html' title='Rusty Rustler'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-475801263340451324</id><published>2002-11-17T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:08:01.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Second Coming</title><content type='html'>Save me when I am there,&lt;br /&gt;Praise me when I am no where,&lt;br /&gt;Bury me when I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone with the wind in the afterdark,&lt;br /&gt;Wait in the midnight sun for the bark.&lt;br /&gt;The afterdark place,&lt;br /&gt;The windy mountain,&lt;br /&gt;Give me solace,&lt;br /&gt;No drill water fountain.&lt;br /&gt;Farm and the bush where am I,&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the creeps lonely sane,&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the wire netted lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holy man with his holy head,&lt;br /&gt;Thought a lot for my daily bread,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me place, gave me solace,&lt;br /&gt;Made me live in his small cottage.&lt;br /&gt;Got a hand to accompany,&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel his own company,&lt;br /&gt;Passing crops for the mans meal,&lt;br /&gt;Switching over to the world’s deal,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all the people’s deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him own,&lt;br /&gt;Make him own the whole loan,&lt;br /&gt;Wait in the afterdark place,&lt;br /&gt;Due in the midnight sun,&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not undone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-475801263340451324?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-2707843302371420235</id><published>2002-11-14T03:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:45:10.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses For Sale</title><content type='html'>Names everywhere at a very young age,&lt;br /&gt;Was what I needed very late,&lt;br /&gt;All prepared for this new age.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I wanted this to happen,&lt;br /&gt;With me, with me, only with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the treasure, got it measured,&lt;br /&gt;Had the ambition, got the dedication,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t have no support, but couldn’t import.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure all I had,&lt;br /&gt;For you shall value most,&lt;br /&gt;For the once you have forever lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody stops me, no one tried it,&lt;br /&gt;Never return dare they,&lt;br /&gt;Be it words or be they darts,&lt;br /&gt;Cure a wound you can,&lt;br /&gt;Stop the blood you may,&lt;br /&gt;Seal the path you shall,&lt;br /&gt;For these do less than kill.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t, you can’t, and you can’t stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made to die hard,&lt;br /&gt;Had to try hard,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted it really fast,&lt;br /&gt;Smelt it very young,&lt;br /&gt;No one to get it sung.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this happened with me, with me, and why only with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is present in my blood you see,&lt;br /&gt;You can find it bloody black in me,&lt;br /&gt;I still find it soaring high, enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you almighty,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody suffers this wrath,&lt;br /&gt;In times of his misery,&lt;br /&gt;And I want this to happen to you buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-2707843302371420235?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/2707843302371420235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=2707843302371420235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2707843302371420235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2707843302371420235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/11/curses-for-sale.html' title='Curses For Sale'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-7708394035099954643</id><published>2002-10-21T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:24:18.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Portfolio</title><content type='html'>Mine is a bad portfolio,&lt;br /&gt;Occurs in my life’s strangest videos,&lt;br /&gt;See me sing the shaman’s blue,&lt;br /&gt;With all the lyrics of a low man too.&lt;br /&gt;And I suffer with a bad portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hate, I hate for me,&lt;br /&gt;Hating one another is all I see,&lt;br /&gt;They made me cry, made me die,&lt;br /&gt;They bend my spine to the breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t travel to elsewhere,&lt;br /&gt;I’m stuck up in a nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;They made me cry, made me die,&lt;br /&gt;They made me realise that I have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve become a function undone,&lt;br /&gt;Derivation destruction,&lt;br /&gt;Am riding on the flying death,&lt;br /&gt;They made me cry, made me die,&lt;br /&gt;They made me realise all I live is lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing when to be done,&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’m undone,&lt;br /&gt;I lie hear paralysed, completely disguised,&lt;br /&gt;With no one to care,&lt;br /&gt;And I pay all my undue fare,&lt;br /&gt;So I carry me and my bad portfolio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-7708394035099954643?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/7708394035099954643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=7708394035099954643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/7708394035099954643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/7708394035099954643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/10/bad-portfolio.html' title='The Bad Portfolio'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-3232277166263827012</id><published>2002-10-11T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:04:12.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiled Egg</title><content type='html'>Have lost the world,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t like anything bold,&lt;br /&gt;m.fs create all frustrations,&lt;br /&gt;Hell is around all the creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t feel the care,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t pay the fare,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t make it bare,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t break the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the m.f people,&lt;br /&gt;Crashing my minds down,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a loner,&lt;br /&gt;To prove the sucking moaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is smash a boiled egg,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, smash a boiled egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counted numbers from back to one,&lt;br /&gt;Lest I would have won,&lt;br /&gt;Sucking love came into existence,&lt;br /&gt;The end of this fucking resistance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-3232277166263827012?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-6512630814847332637</id><published>2002-10-10T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:43:31.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>19 she was</title><content type='html'>She was totally excited,&lt;br /&gt;Now ideas were matured,&lt;br /&gt;Cannot wait for the marriage,&lt;br /&gt;Remembered the golden carriage,&lt;br /&gt;It was a special day,&lt;br /&gt;It was her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global views, was the queen bee,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be a teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Always I was a preacher,&lt;br /&gt;Dying to be a mainframe leader,&lt;br /&gt;It was a special day,&lt;br /&gt;It was her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to grow up,&lt;br /&gt;Now could make a coffee cup,&lt;br /&gt;Man, I gifted nothing,&lt;br /&gt;All she wanted was me and nothing,&lt;br /&gt;This was a special day,&lt;br /&gt;It was her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t resist,&lt;br /&gt;As was a pessimist,&lt;br /&gt;I liked her all the way,&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to be at the bay,&lt;br /&gt;It was a special day,&lt;br /&gt;It was her birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-6512630814847332637?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/6512630814847332637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=6512630814847332637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6512630814847332637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6512630814847332637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/10/19-she-was.html' title='19 she was'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-6915402261525850816</id><published>2002-10-04T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:42:27.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A/S/L?</title><content type='html'>She was a harassed mother,&lt;br /&gt;He was an absent father,&lt;br /&gt;Least to bother,&lt;br /&gt;Kids were delinquent.&lt;br /&gt;The archetypal dysfunctional family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese whispers made all way,&lt;br /&gt;Chillicholorophyll for the food,&lt;br /&gt;Back biting the man’s say,&lt;br /&gt;Done by charm offensive, did that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western calypso all night long,&lt;br /&gt;No cue ball at his place,&lt;br /&gt;Sang the disaster song,&lt;br /&gt;Oh the dirty phase, ya the dirty phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All want to know, the origin of a man,&lt;br /&gt;All have to know, the destiny of that man,&lt;br /&gt;You have learnt, nobody’s changing,&lt;br /&gt;And I have seen, blur in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Make everyone sad,&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-6915402261525850816?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/6915402261525850816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=6915402261525850816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6915402261525850816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6915402261525850816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/10/asl.html' title='A/S/L?'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-3712380642131198099</id><published>2002-10-04T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:30:52.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pusho-Mania</title><content type='html'>Why should we have a name?&lt;br /&gt;Why should we share the blame?&lt;br /&gt;Why should we grow?&lt;br /&gt;Why should guys have ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there dust?&lt;br /&gt;When everybody enjoy lust,&lt;br /&gt;Why should we study?&lt;br /&gt;When people have to abuse, bloody,&lt;br /&gt;Why should we wear?&lt;br /&gt;When we are comfortable bare,&lt;br /&gt;Why should we eat?&lt;br /&gt;Why not jam up at some beat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Why should people weep?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t we smile?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could do some little work,&lt;br /&gt;Than just calling people jerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-3712380642131198099?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/3712380642131198099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=3712380642131198099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3712380642131198099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3712380642131198099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/10/pusho-mania.html' title='Pusho-Mania'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-3104035955926893567</id><published>2002-10-04T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:55:30.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceremony To Obituary</title><content type='html'>Heyam a kamikaze,&lt;br /&gt;Guys, just take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;Did always this for all the money,&lt;br /&gt;Gotto look at you, oh my honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily tied the knot,&lt;br /&gt;But still wanted the gold pot,&lt;br /&gt;Memories relished, &amp;amp; had all break,&lt;br /&gt;To learn something all just for sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a call from the mission,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, u know had no ambition,&lt;br /&gt;All that had a bit rough,&lt;br /&gt;All could do just believed in tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death for the cause you could think,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes have a blink,&lt;br /&gt;Have the wish,&lt;br /&gt;Have the pray,&lt;br /&gt;Have the zeal,&lt;br /&gt;Have the zest,&lt;br /&gt;So make a steal and f the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By god’s grace everything is saved,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, nobody could have behaved,&lt;br /&gt;The manner my wife did,&lt;br /&gt;All day &amp;amp; all day long,&lt;br /&gt;She thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;She thought of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was packing bags from the warred world,&lt;br /&gt;With some courage not very bold,&lt;br /&gt;Just to find her dead, in the bed,&lt;br /&gt;This was never in my head,&lt;br /&gt;She was attacked by a disease,&lt;br /&gt;Hey I was not at ease,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey was a kamikaze,&lt;br /&gt;Guys, just don’t take it easy.&lt;div 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Obituary'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-6643955804743361044</id><published>2002-10-01T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:51:20.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O.K. Tested</title><content type='html'>Seasons for me come and go,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a train on a rail-road,&lt;br /&gt;I have to play this and make my way,&lt;br /&gt;Leading life in a usual way,&lt;br /&gt;Follow some rules but still play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tasted this life,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; finally I have tested it.&lt;br /&gt;O.K Tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my pre- quats in education,&lt;br /&gt;Did all that with no dedication,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought of the criticism,&lt;br /&gt;Friends believed in vandalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my latter making music,&lt;br /&gt;The time when I never felt homesick,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted all cracks and nothing,&lt;br /&gt;All the music done was a bit something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sleep complete calm,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed my life in the farm,&lt;br /&gt;All have to do just the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just for the little fame.&lt;br /&gt;I have tasted this life,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; finally I have tested it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-6643955804743361044?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/6643955804743361044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=6643955804743361044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6643955804743361044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/6643955804743361044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/10/ok-tested.html' title='O.K. Tested'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-3014129358895218191</id><published>2002-10-01T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:18:03.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Organisation For Stimulation</title><content type='html'>Am feeling low, am feeling old today,&lt;br /&gt;Am missing the ones who were close,&lt;br /&gt;Am missing the ones who were there,&lt;br /&gt;Am missing the ones who left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when you touch me,&lt;br /&gt;You care for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know when u kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;You shower love upon me,&lt;br /&gt;I know when I leave,&lt;br /&gt;You miss our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;That you are my organisation for stimulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling depressed, I cannot see,&lt;br /&gt;Am missing the ones who were close,&lt;br /&gt;Am missing the ones who were there,&lt;br /&gt;Am missing the ones who left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, when you work hard you carry the pains for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know, when you feel bad you never want me know,&lt;br /&gt;I know, when I rest in peace, you will sleep aside with me.&lt;br /&gt; I know, I know, one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;That you are my organisation for stimulation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-3014129358895218191?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/3014129358895218191/comments/default' title='Post 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me thongs, it gave me bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So play it good, play it loud,&lt;br /&gt;Play it again, listening in vain,&lt;br /&gt;The song that meant for me, I finally understand.&lt;br /&gt;So close the doors and let me sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in the realm of calm,&lt;br /&gt;My soul rests in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-1469090225349938325?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/1469090225349938325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=1469090225349938325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/1469090225349938325'/><link 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lane,&lt;br /&gt;To prove that god is insane,&lt;br /&gt;I say this just to find that good people are always in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blame god for this,&lt;br /&gt;But why should he do this,&lt;br /&gt;Only to me and my friends family,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say this coz,&lt;br /&gt;Have seen only much loss,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the good things happened,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, lord, for given me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened with me,&lt;br /&gt;And with my family,&lt;br /&gt;This happened with my friend,&lt;br /&gt;And with her family,&lt;br /&gt;I say this just to find that good people are short lived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-2651913107669983650?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/2651913107669983650/comments/default' 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/&gt;Nothing, nothing , no results,&lt;br /&gt;Operations on frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate me for no friends,&lt;br /&gt;I hate me for no kin’s,&lt;br /&gt;I hate me for no family,&lt;br /&gt;I hate me for no love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hate me, my love, thy world,&lt;br /&gt;Hate my head,&lt;br /&gt;Love you dead,&lt;br /&gt;Hate everything,&lt;br /&gt;Operations on frustration.&lt;br /&gt;And on modus operandi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-4879709270672698146?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/4879709270672698146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=4879709270672698146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Tried their best to fuck my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The literate folks of my Alma,&lt;br /&gt;Tried their best to screw my arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The literate folks of my Alma,&lt;br /&gt;Tried their best to take my bum,&lt;br /&gt;And man did they have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;Teach thy children,&lt;br /&gt;Preach thy children,&lt;br /&gt;Try your best to feed thy children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldies of the past generation,&lt;br /&gt;Come here to give us recognition,&lt;br /&gt;Man, you need to change,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; your on going craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was a prankster,&lt;br /&gt;Never was a spoilt rat,&lt;br /&gt;Was as good as a child could get,&lt;br /&gt;Tried hard to study hard,&lt;br /&gt;But the oldie never understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’mon c’mon to the life of reality,&lt;br /&gt;Love thy child, give thy knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;My alma mater,&lt;br /&gt;Started loving it,&lt;br /&gt;Loving to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first in school,&lt;br /&gt;I was last who understood,&lt;br /&gt;Was a sport,&lt;br /&gt;Played all games, participated all quests,&lt;br /&gt;My alma mater,&lt;br /&gt;Started loving it,&lt;br /&gt;Loving to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot deny it,&lt;br /&gt;But you got to prove me,&lt;br /&gt;How I am dying to be,&lt;br /&gt;An Alma matters to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-4122404045971779255?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/4122404045971779255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=4122404045971779255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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low,&lt;br /&gt;My jeans, I wanted it loose,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted it cool, wanted it coloured,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted it smart,&lt;br /&gt;My tees, I wanted it smart,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted it wet, wanted it gelled,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted it straight,&lt;br /&gt;My hair, I wanted it short,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted it different, wanted it to rock,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted it bad,&lt;br /&gt;My gad, wanted it thrash,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it high,&lt;br /&gt;This will never go low,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it to be a switch,&lt;br /&gt;This has only one flow,&lt;br /&gt;I want my self-esteem,&lt;br /&gt;That no one can ever show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanna music,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love.&lt;br /&gt;I never want this black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Black'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-7855805360598596383</id><published>2002-09-05T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:43:24.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination Grave</title><content type='html'>Wanted life to be fun,&lt;br /&gt;As in the toddler class,&lt;br /&gt;Not a pain in the arse,&lt;br /&gt;But still lived it,&lt;br /&gt;Half-hearted, not satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;Never liked it,&lt;br /&gt;I always had to lick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to live,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live my life,&lt;br /&gt;But not this way,&lt;br /&gt;That kills me softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna die,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I knew I will love,&lt;br /&gt;Someone, someday, sometime,&lt;br /&gt;Who makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna die,&lt;br /&gt;Coz I knew I will suceed,&lt;br /&gt;Someone, someday, sometime,&lt;br /&gt;Who makes me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go crazy,&lt;br /&gt;I go nuts,&lt;br /&gt;I need a different butt,&lt;br /&gt;I need something different,&lt;br /&gt;Death c’mon death,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to feel it, experience it,&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to see life,&lt;br /&gt;Life after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave a near death experience today,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows, nobody cares,&lt;br /&gt;Oh life,&lt;br /&gt;I never liked it, coz nobody liked me,&lt;br /&gt;I never loved it, coz nobody loved me,&lt;br /&gt;I never felt it, coz nobody felt me.&lt;br /&gt;I see the angels in the dark sky,&lt;br /&gt;I see they call me to their freight train,&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna sleep tonight,&lt;br /&gt;In my dark grassy grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-7855805360598596383?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/7855805360598596383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=7855805360598596383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/7855805360598596383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/7855805360598596383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/09/destination-grave.html' title='Destination Grave'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-2496373172368697353</id><published>2002-09-04T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:54:52.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Venom Lust</title><content type='html'>Dead fathers, widowed mothers,&lt;br /&gt;Armless brothers, with no one left to butcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come my dear,&lt;br /&gt;I come for you thee, with needles in my neck,&lt;br /&gt;Which might work as pain killers?&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t know its killing me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; let me say I want it to happen with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It killed me when I was in love,&lt;br /&gt;It killed me when I was in pain,&lt;br /&gt;It killed me when I met you,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my name, and lost the game,&lt;br /&gt;Lost my fame and lost the friends,&lt;br /&gt;Lost my happiness and lost my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Lost thy family and lost their love.&lt;br /&gt;I lost them all when I met you.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t feed your greed,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t satisfy your need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, go away, and run away,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;Gimme space, gimme solace,&lt;br /&gt;For you can’t give me what I lost,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the one thing that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;You made me experience death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I say,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go, let’s go, to the meadows,&lt;br /&gt;I will take you on a silver car,&lt;br /&gt;For you know meadows are like quick sand,&lt;br /&gt;And I bet, I won’t lend my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed me, killed my freedom, killed my liberty,&lt;br /&gt;Killed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you are not in my life,&lt;br /&gt;And you are not my wife,&lt;br /&gt;So may your sole cry all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my college mates, Ran, helped me pen down few lines for Venom Lust. Thanks Ran!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-2496373172368697353?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/2496373172368697353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=2496373172368697353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2496373172368697353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/2496373172368697353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/09/venom-lust.html' title='Venom Lust'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-4255677706047011697</id><published>2002-09-03T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:31:49.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockaholic</title><content type='html'>When I got this life,&lt;br /&gt;I felt everything’s achieved,&lt;br /&gt;But still feel deceived,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of something guys,&lt;br /&gt;I want to speak it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy’s zone is undisturbed,&lt;br /&gt;The westlife is moving on to the east,&lt;br /&gt;Backstreets backing up the street,&lt;br /&gt;The bands keep on yapping a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagles soared high, were never extinct,&lt;br /&gt;Always carried guns,&lt;br /&gt;To tame the damn scorpions,&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles were shiny,&lt;br /&gt;The Adams were tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe deep in purple,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; were into dire straits,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it straight from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Told you ‘bout this part,&lt;br /&gt;The hero couldn’t escape from the cage,&lt;br /&gt;Coz, this is new age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors were redone,&lt;br /&gt;The Floyds helped me get done,&lt;br /&gt;We got depressed,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could suppress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guys’ eminem was inclined,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could decline,&lt;br /&gt;And to say,&lt;br /&gt;Pantera committed suicide,&lt;br /&gt;Sep was killed, what a site!&lt;br /&gt;Slayer was slayed,&lt;br /&gt;Slip tied the knot,&lt;br /&gt;Sabbath the boss ,could make up for all the loss.&lt;br /&gt;Here. I was done,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing else mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masses had them mocked,&lt;br /&gt;Instead they all rocked.&lt;br /&gt;What should I say?&lt;br /&gt;What more should I say now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a painkiller today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-4255677706047011697?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/4255677706047011697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=4255677706047011697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/4255677706047011697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/4255677706047011697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/09/rockaholic.html' title='Rockaholic'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-3074262715702069313</id><published>2002-09-03T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:01:39.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Err Is Life</title><content type='html'>I wanted some gifts – chivalry,&lt;br /&gt;Life gave us this – rivalry,&lt;br /&gt;Made me speed demon purposely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything; everything is nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I am rich; richness in plight,&lt;br /&gt;I am in love; Is love hating someone?&lt;br /&gt;I hath all; all is void,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s kind; kindness betrays,&lt;br /&gt;I have friends; none as one,&lt;br /&gt;Foes many; many among one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted something,&lt;br /&gt;Expected lots,&lt;br /&gt;Not to me,&lt;br /&gt;For the whole lot,&lt;br /&gt;Never happened,&lt;br /&gt;Tried lots,&lt;br /&gt;Still frustrated,&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could change,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world,&lt;br /&gt;Change the weird things,&lt;br /&gt;But I got tired,&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard,&lt;br /&gt;Found it possible,&lt;br /&gt;But all in vain,&lt;br /&gt;I still find it possible,&lt;br /&gt;For life ahead is miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in my heart, find a lot,&lt;br /&gt;A lot in Caracas meat, corpses and decayed bones.&lt;br /&gt;Death rules, ghosts sing,&lt;br /&gt;Creepers handcuff me, this is deep dark duyeon.&lt;br /&gt;Still I smile, smile with tears,&lt;br /&gt;Tears I found, not water but blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how I wish I were blind,&lt;br /&gt;No hate could bend my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Trudging now day by day,&lt;br /&gt;Creeping to death on this highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloom and harsh speak aloud,&lt;br /&gt;But I am already deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how things cook up,&lt;br /&gt;Life’s this,&lt;br /&gt;This is life,&lt;br /&gt;If this is life, I asked,&lt;br /&gt;What’s death?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you shall know,&lt;br /&gt;Voiced he armoured and masked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, if you remember some lines were actually penned down by you! I stole them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-3074262715702069313?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/3074262715702069313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=3074262715702069313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3074262715702069313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3074262715702069313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/09/to-err-is-life.html' title='To Err Is Life'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-3479115737344216908</id><published>2002-09-01T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:33:01.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>‘BOUT ADVERT – I – SING</title><content type='html'>I got a brother who’s lazy,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel he’s so crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But still he talks bout creativity,&lt;br /&gt;What I feel is stupidity,&lt;br /&gt;He never took his steps back,&lt;br /&gt;Coz he felt he’s got the knack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Neil French,&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I never understood O&amp;amp;M,&lt;br /&gt;And it ain’t no lie,&lt;br /&gt;That there’s a pie up high in the sky,&lt;br /&gt; He’s got up from his bed,&lt;br /&gt;To really forge ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt the people would mind,&lt;br /&gt;All to see that my folks were so kind,&lt;br /&gt;So, he started wearing little beads,&lt;br /&gt;And sown some little seeds,&lt;br /&gt;But I never understood a bit,&lt;br /&gt;All I feel it is shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he’s making it up to me,&lt;br /&gt;With little misery,&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be atop a tree,&lt;br /&gt;That will make him feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s jammed up with the Hans,&lt;br /&gt;Which he thinks will make up at the Cannes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good to see ,&lt;br /&gt;Released his pee,&lt;br /&gt;Grey matter gained,&lt;br /&gt;Got a name,&lt;br /&gt;Felt the lift,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-3479115737344216908?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/3479115737344216908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=3479115737344216908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3479115737344216908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7932118311220769101/posts/default/3479115737344216908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/2002/09/bout-advert-i-sing.html' title='‘BOUT ADVERT – I – SING'/><author><name>RJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931620802965470365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9LVhGMB4_Ps/R9WUctbXwII/AAAAAAAADgY/OlwPJgES1QI/S220/gmail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932118311220769101.post-6451486439139573294</id><published>2000-04-15T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:17:47.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past 10's</title><content type='html'>Now I see it / now I don’t,&lt;br /&gt;He has reached there I haven’t,&lt;br /&gt;I was late / I couldn’t,&lt;br /&gt;Growing old / feeling cold,&lt;br /&gt;Stop me mamma / stop me,&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t feeling bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one, the only chosen one,&lt;br /&gt;Belief’s disbelief / opportunities lost,&lt;br /&gt;Luck’s no relief / life is a rot,&lt;br /&gt;Pessimism prevails / health fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critics laugh / but everyone is one,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is time,&lt;br /&gt;And the sun never shone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s irrelevant,&lt;br /&gt;And I am the hunt,&lt;br /&gt;I am the predator / I am the prey,&lt;br /&gt;Even god has nothing to say,&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so? / Why has been it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes disappear,&lt;br /&gt;Blur into the background,&lt;br /&gt;I am growing blind,&lt;br /&gt;End is near / cruel kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this?&lt;br /&gt;You shall never know / neither shall I?&lt;br /&gt;Get aside,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is considered bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had said this,&lt;br /&gt;And he had done,&lt;br /&gt;I shall throw the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And save the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you, you mighty man,&lt;br /&gt;How can you, how can you,&lt;br /&gt;He laughed until all way,&lt;br /&gt;To stop around and say,&lt;br /&gt;You shall see, you ever will,&lt;br /&gt;He has reached there, you also will,&lt;br /&gt;Join him and learn his skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know this mighty man,&lt;br /&gt;Here I stood, there I ran,&lt;br /&gt;He was a pulse ago,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me my alter ego,&lt;br /&gt;That still,&lt;br /&gt;“I am the child of the lesser god.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Penned by my bro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7932118311220769101-6451486439139573294?l=lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyrical-connexion.blogspot.com/feeds/6451486439139573294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7932118311220769101&amp;postID=6451486439139573294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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