On love, Gun control, and Determinism

It’s not a crime to hold a gun and squeeze
The trigger with one finger of your hand
To put your flesh to metal as you please
The levers and the springs at your command
It’s not a crime to feel a wave of peace
Because you’re in control of this machine
To take a breath then slowly to release
To feel the hammer dropping smooth and clean
There is no way to stop the causal chain
The strike breeds an explosion–sound and heat
The bullet’s path determined will remain
As fixed and true as love, if not as sweet
And if the gun was pointed at a heart
The crime was done before the bullet’s part

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scott enis

The Way i Live

I live in the ghetto
but im not really a ghetto person
i lived the life of another person
and this is the way
i start as a person
thats living in the ghetto

i go to school
that i can barely afford
but this is the first step
of that person.

but if i just keep
walking down the street
towards the place i should be.
i might just find something
Nice and dandy.

I saw some chick
down the street
when i looked in her eyes
she was looking right at me.
and i could tell
she wanted me.

i could see my self
holding hands with her
i could see my self
having fun with her
i could see my self
seeing a movie with her
i could see my self
sleeping in bed with her
i could see my self
getting married with her
i could see mu self
lying dead with her.

and thats only half
of the way
that person life.

Here without You

Here Without You

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl its only you and me


3 Doors Down

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EPITAPH

EPITAPH by Merrit Malloy

When I die Give what's left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me. I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds. Look for me In the people I've known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live on your eyes And not on your mind. You can love me most By letting Hands touch hands, By letting Bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children That need to be free. Love doesn't die, People do. So, when all that's left of me Is love, Give me away.

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Joel Moncivais

The Prisoner

What is it about you that makes me feel weak,And gives me the goose bumps whenever you speak?Why does the sight of you fill me with pleasure,Like a spotlight that shines on a glorious treasure?Are you so different from others I’ve known?What qualities do you have that are yours alone?What can it be that fills up my heart?And makes me feel lost whenever we part?There’s no easy answer for this marvelous bliss,For the wonder I feel whenever we kiss,For the fire that rages at the touch of your skin,For the way my heart pounds for you way deep within.It must be the power of love that I feel,That ties me in bonds that seem strong as steel.I could fight to get loose, but I’d rather give in;To stay trapped by your charms is how I will win.

By Karl and Joanna Fuchs

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January 29, 2007 8:51 PM

The Daemon Lover

James Harris (The Daemon Lover)" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------F'The Daemon Lover,' Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, 5th edition, 1812,II, 427; taken down from the recitation of Walter Grieve by WilliamLaidlaw.


'O where have you been, my long, long love,This long seven years and mair?''O I'm come to seek my former vowsYe graunted me before.''O hold your tongue of your former vows,For they will breed sad strife;O hold your tongue of your former vows,For I am become a wife.'He turned him right and round about,And the tear blinded his ee:'I wad never hae trodden on Irish ground,If it had not been for thee.'I might hae had a king's daughter,Far, far beyond the sea;I might have had a king's daughter,Had it not been for love o thee.''If ye might have had a king's daughter,Yer sel ye had to blame;Ye might have taken the king's daughter,For ye kend that I was nane.'If I was to leave my husband dear,And my two babes also,O what have you to take me to,If with you I should go?''I hae seven ships upon the sea--The eighth brought me to land--With four-and-twenty bold mariners,And music on every hand.'She has taken up her two little babes,Kissd them baith cheek and chin:'O fair ye weel, my ain two babes,For I'll never see you again.'She set her foot upon the ship,No mariners could she behold;But the sails were o the taffetie,And the masts of the beaten gold.She had not sailed a league, a league,A league but barely three,When dismal grew his countenanceAnd drumlie grew his ee.They had not sailed a league, a league,A league but barely three,Until she espied his cloven foot,And she wept right bitterlie.'O hold your tongue of your weeping,' says he,'Of your weeping now let me be;I will show you how the lilies growOn the banks of Italy.'O what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills,That the sun shines sweetly on?''O yon are the hills of heaven,' he said,'Where you will never win.''O whaten a mountain is yon,' she said,'All so dreary wi frost and snow?''O yon is the mountain of hell,' he cried,'Where you and I will go.'He strack the tap-mast wi his hand,The fore-mast wi his knee,And he brake that gallant ship in twain,And sank her in the sea.

Joel Moncivais
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