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Try to smile a little as you enter each new day,
Make each minute count a lot , find some time to play .
Try a piece of happiness, with your morning tea
Make a moment mean something, before the clock strikes three .
I Knew I Knew
You looked from afar with a casting gaze ,
Someone with intent , who would truly amaze.
The look of emotion that struck a soft heart ,
Not knowing , or caring ,or wishing to part.
The smile on your face , so haunted my soul,
When you walked out the room, did you have to go.
Time passed on bye , but all thoughts still of you ,
Your face in my mind , those eyes, clear and true .
Not knowing if feelings , or moments felt right,
You stood in the doorway , and held me so Tight .
Written by Doodles 23 /02 /2014 
When I close My Eyes When I Close My Eyes
When I close my dark eyes, the world it just sleeps ,
Sounds and emotions making me weep .
Dark shadows of life, walk into my mind ,
The sweet memories of you are so lovely and kind .
Hearing the sounds of the runaway rain ,
Reminds me of times when our love felt like pain .
Bright light passes over , and shoots past my eyes ,
The morning is crawling back into our lives .
Soft breathing seems distant , and yet it's so near ,
Your love is so healing , it wakens a tear .
Written by Doodles 05 /10 /2013 
Waiting For Spring Waiting For Spring
Over the hill the sky looks cold ,
Winter is weary and getting old .
The flowers struggle to make a smile ,
Winter is has decided to stay for awhile .
The birds are crying and scratching for food ,
Winter is steadfast , and in a bad mood .
The sky breaks open , and Sun does appear ,
Spring looks like teasing us ,we all shed a tear .
Tree buds start bursting ,the lambs show delight ,
When Angels care to dance , on life we take a chance ,
Try what we think is true , and risk all like a fool .
When Angels sleep to rest , our life remains a test ,
On trusting what is just, and who that we can trust .
When Angels touch our hearts, in life we must depart,
In knowledge that we know ,our journey soon will grow .
When Angels choose to leave , it's time for us to grieve ,
Our time on earth is done , and loved ones will be numb.
Written by Doodles 07 /02 /2013 
Did you ever find an answer,
At the end of the night ,
Why people can't say sorry ,
Love is hard to fight .
Did you ever start to wonder ,
At the breaking of the day ,
Why people hurt , the hurting ,
Love is hard to say .
Did you ever ask the question ,
At the setting of the sun ,
Why people , they need people ,
Love cannot run .
Dream Time Dream Time
Does time stand still ,when we go to sleep ?
And love holds it's voice ,
Do the Angels watch, to see me weep ,
When my heart stops, through choice.
Does time stand still , as we close our eyes ?
And love holds it's kiss ,
Do the Angels watch, and feel me cry ,
When my soul feels pain, like this !
Does time stand still ,when I hold you close ?
And love makes us one,
Do the Angels watch, and feel our pulse ,
When our minds dreams, are done .
Written by Doodles 23 /04 /2012 
Mystic Light Mystic Light
Through deepened mist the light took shape,
Dark shadows crept upon the ground .
Above the stars seemed close , yet still ,
The air breezed little sound .
An owl spoke out above the moon ,
The cries were sharp and clear ,
Deep down across the forest floor ,
This strange light came so near .
It shone so bright it scorched the night ,
Leaving a sense of wonder ,
A Mystic pulse , was felt so faint ,
Did Angels pass , to ponder .
Written by Doodles 19 /02 /2012 
Look Beyond Look Beyond
Last year it seemed to wander by , the days where lost forever,
The drudge of everyday life ,dragged on with so much bother .
New Year sparked in , with life , enlightened to a flower ,
Seeding ideas and hopes , of energy , and power .
A freshness floated on the wind , of happiness and fun ,
People gathered round in crowds , dancing like the sun .
Is this a dream I hear you ask , for this I have not seen ,
Look positive into your life , and all will be revealed .
Written by Doodles 19/02/2012
I don't want my little brother growig up in such a world. He is such a bright and kind kid. I love him from the bottom of my heart. Let alone let my children grow in such a corrupt place. I am the motherly type and I just feel so angered by it all. All these kids dying on the behalf of the politicians and all these kids growing up with no future ahead of them. This is cliche time, but we are the future and what the adults are leaving is us is ash, blood and pain. So much of it, I can sometimes not breath when I see all of this.
I am not willing to let this continue. So I will stand up in my own ways. And I will be as smart about my actions as I can. I only wish to appeal to humans' humanity. That is all. And Selfishness is to me the base of most of these problems. Selfishness, cowardice, irresponsability, arrogance and ignorance. Who do they think they are, killing off humans like this? I mean, ALL OF THEM! Not just the US military or such, but every group that has caused pain to other
Look at MeTake a look in the mirror
Is that who you want to see?
Look at that broken girl
It's not who it used to be.
She used to smile so much
Her eyes held the galaxy and more
Now her thighs are razor kissed
And her body and soul looks so worn.
She is a beautiful artist
Slow, long strokes with her brush
All her paintings are done in red
The color gives her the sense of touch.
The pain whispers in her bones
And cracks her brain apart
The breakdown is normal; don't worry
It's just the tearing of her heart.
Look under her eyes
They're permanently tear stained
Look at the lines of her hands
And how they shake and siphon the rain
AlmaYo creo que un equipo de futbol es como una mujer ¿por que te gusta ese equipo, esa mujer? Porque tienen alma, una mujer sin alma no vale la pena; un equipo sin alma no es nada.
Una mujer podra tener un cuerpaso o ser muy inteligente, pero el alma, eso que no se ve pero que se siente, es lo que decide si te quedas con ella o solo es otra mujer en tu vida.
Un equipo de futbol, podra tener mucho dinero, muchas estrellas o campeonatos, pero si no tiene alma, no te da esa sensacion que te acerca a el, que sientes que eres parte de una familia.
Por eso todos los equipos tienen su hinchada, hasta el equipo mas malo de todos, siempre tendra alguien que los respalde ¿Y porque? Porque juegan con el alma, no con la billetera.
Lekcja WOSuLekcja WOS'u
Władcy moi, przyjaciele, ach my zmieńmy świata znój.
My odmieńmy praw znaczenie, aby życie było celem.
Po co honor, Bóg, ojczyzna toż to dawne są przesądy.
My je dawno zapomnieli, jakoż działać też nam winny.
Patrzcie ludzie, nowe czasy! Postęp goni stare dzieje!
Śmierci kara dla mordercy nie moralną dzisiaj kaźnią.
Broni nosić też nie wolno bo my wszyscy są szaleni.
Nie daj Bóg my jej użyjem przeciw swoim panom.
Oto postęp i nasz geniusz, niechaj zniknie bezrobocie!
A, przepadnie wolność nasza to już nie jest takie ważne.
Hej patrzajta, Marks jednakże słuszność niegdyś pisał.
Starczy stworzyć demokrację, aby raj ulepić.
Cellular SlaveryCellular Slavery
I'm in a world with the most vivid of details;
swaying grass in the summer breeze,
the shining sun above the trees,
cute dogs and newborn babies,
yet all of these nobody sees.
For their eyes are glued to artificial light
from the break of dawn to late at night.
Their minds are trapped and lives controlled,
by nothing more than a cellular phone.
They talk, they text,
they post, they sext,
they're in a daze,
and guess who's next?
Generations to come
will be born into the hex,
of loneliness and social stress.
With nothing more than friends to text,
they'll go numb in the tongue and become deaf
to all that we love;
from coos of doves and chirps of birds,
to graceful songs and simple words.
Their eyes will become deprived of nature itself,
from bugs, to flowers, to birds and bees.
It's a tragedy to think of all the things they'll never see.
And then there's me...
I sit on a bus every day;
no headphones, nor phone,
nor any device,
to distract me from
the beauty that is life.
MerciAujourd’hui, j’ai perdu un repère.
Une personne s’est éloignée de moi pour faire sa vie ailleurs.
Elle n’est pas partie dans un de ces pays où je ne parle qu’une langue étrangère.
Non, elle est restée dans sa ville rose, dans notre France de travailleurs.
Je ne saurais vraiment quoi dire,
Mais je ressens un besoin de le crier, de l’écrire.
Merci fée sœur d’Arthur.
Merci de nous avoir aidés pour notre futur.
La première fois que nous nous sommes rencontrés,
Tu me semblais être une personne bizarre, que je ne pourrais appréhender.
Aujourd’hui encore tu es une énigme compliqué
Mais c’est une énigme que moi et d’autre avons appris à apprécier.
Nous avions des rêves, des idéaux,
Ah ça nos idéaux nous les aurons hurlé, peut-être un peu trop.
Et aujourd’hui que reste-t-il ?
Une bande de branlamane pa
Gravity's WraithHe speaks without words
He pulls like gravity's' wraith
He creeps jealously forward forbidden idols
Antagonist is his name
In one hand indulgences
In the other a ransom
Holds no one accountable
Yet blames us for his denial
If Humans Had WingsIf humans had wings
they'd be able to fly
they'd no longer look up with longing
and be able to touch the sky.
If humans had wings
they would travel by air
several of the worlds roads
would be left dry and bare.
If humans had wings
they would all be on cloud nine
because they'd literally give the clouds numbers
to "keep order in line."
If humans had wings
they'd probably have to pay to use them
because god forbid a human travel
without paying for miles or usage.
If humans had wings
since we are on the topic of god
perhaps the idea of angels
for once wouldn't be so very odd.
If humans had wings
they'd be a thing of beauty
and so they would sexualize them
and judge wings deemed "ugly" cruelly.
If humans had wings
they would also pollute the sky
and just get another step closer
to kissing mother earth goodbye.
Humans don't have wings
and this is a good thing
because lets be honest
Humans have a knack for ruining everything.
The truth can be a mystery ,
In the lies that we say ,
Self gain becomes our majesty ,
When greed becomes its slave .
Our faith we can manipulate ,
In the way that suits yourself ,
The pain becomes desensitised ,
When Gods put on the shelf .
Feelings we have not many ,
In the passions of the heart ,
The quicker it is over ,
When drink plays a part .
These lessons we must learn ,
In the light of the day ,
The World is truly Beautiful ,
When Love comes to stay .
Written by Doodles 20 /10 /2012 
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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