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Name: Jordan
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Houston
Gender: Male
Interests: Cooking, Music, Dancing, Spirituality, Friends, Ice cream, Movies, Theater, Ultamite Frisbee, Halo, Education, Religion, Philosiphy, Physcology, Root Beer, Indie, Foreign Films, Storms, Free Concerts, The Opposite Sex, Economics, International Relations, Government, Conversations, Time, Love, Searching for Love
Expertise: Cooking, Comforting, Business, Money, Computers, Math, Economics, Political Issues, Religion, Chivalry, Movies
Occupation: Student
Industry: Engineering
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AIM:  FrEeZiNgIsCoLd
AIM:  Blazingisonfire
Member Since:
11/11/2003
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| Surviving the GameThe meaning of life composed in the symphony of the universe
or
maybe it's that I can't even hold my niece
because I myself am too unclean
if you know me you would know what I mean
under the care of the all seeing eye's protection
is the furthest from my mind
I must have been imagining it because I swore I saw lips there before
lips that weren't mine
lips that don't exist
lips that speak of wonder and love in their own names
I swear I saw it my mind isn't playing tricks on me
once again I find myself a friend
once again I found myself at the end
the end of the stick
the end of the rope
In the middle of lunch dates
dives through the albums of stories and lives
marks left and ribbons tied
it's an intertwining of two separate lies
dastardly and dangerously I get to play this game
entirely we both know how to view this rain
historically speaking we all know how to handle this pain
I know we've survived the worst
but can we really break this curse
can we really make this much worse
I doubt it
seriously
I doubt it
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| Seventh SealI am a modern morality play
time passes by to the end of days
my humble sleek exterior washes up on the beach
laced not with sand but a hard rocky something that cuts up my feet
The only thing that death wants to best me at is chess
lose the game and lose my life
our bodies are prisons for our souls
death is an act of creation, but it will all have to wait
it's fate and still, I've got things to do
and people will try to run me through
I left for honor, now I know that it does not exist
the smell and taste of plague
I cannot resist
more than enough from that peasant girl's kiss
the truth is graver than the paintings on the walls
the march is grayer than the purveyor of the sins of our faults
Our valor reduced to swinging blades made of iron
As a knight, I don't know how to feel
now I shepherd around this company of fools
speaking sweet words into the skull of a manmade ghoul
all and all I'm just buying time,
like a friar or a monk who has imbibed too much wine
Blame it on the devil which resides in this girl
abscond her with anger and defilement with no chance of appeal
carry on with her soul's affliction to save yourselves from dire conditions
progressing on til late in the night
we head in the forrest to hide from the light
the light of great fires that burn
taking each child, each sibling, each parent in turns
Enter my castle, my stronghold, my keep:
a place death may not tread his merry feet
let us share in our last feast
for tomorrow we shall dance to the tune of death's old beat
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| Wise Men [Engineeringesque]I don't want my life to be a series of surprises
my rules and boundaries keep me grounded like live wires
stark contrasts of what is seen and what is heard
a quotable wall of questions is what my spirit aims not to diverge from
It is snowing inside my mind but in this barren wasteland
there is no room for moisture
no room for plants or animals
these series of events,
well they aren't finished yet
connection to connection
link to link
now my mind is on the blink
Warring states of neighboring dendrites illuminate the night
with their electrical fight
oh but it's alright because everything works out
when you are fighting in the army of the light
The word wise thwarted by the idea of knowledge
based more on myth and heresies
the only credible source is the sun and scientific achievement
the only thing wise men forget
Young men you must challenge the norm
you must remember the lines
you must never accept things outright
concourses of recourse breed unbeatable remorse
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| convenience chargeI wake up more tire then when I went to sleep
running marathons instead of counting sheep
sadly its not insomnia that grips me tight
but rather moonlight
that keeps me up at night
The thieves sleep with the lions tonight
the bird flies with the dragon's eyes
lines the sky with fiery lies
the sandman comes for you tonight
as all your energy drains away
you are part of everything
everything that is anything is part of me tonight
Converting, redirecting, and using all the energy that I have stolen from you
the decision was already made for you
this could be the most exciting time ever
if you only you would wake up
I am so sorry I did not make your master's cut
It would be so much more convenient for me if I just married you
so much easier for but it's too soon
for this to be reality
not enough air in the room to make a move
saving myself before I need saving
it's too childish for me to say it and to mature of me to hold it in
I'll just do what I can to do what I want
I would have you already if it weren't for these bars
I would have you already if it weren't for our stars
our cars drive fast almost faster than us
grip the wheels tight to steer us into trust
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| Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soulI don't know what happened to me yesterday. Everything was going so
well. I'm enjoying the company of my old high school friends yesterday
at Fioza's just in time to catch the Holy Hand Grenades last song and
waiting for a group called Verbatim to pick up their set. Nice evening
not to hot at all. A song by Verbatim struck me and I couldn't help but
dance. It was a mix of Guitarra Clasico and Flamenco. With the sonorous
guitar solos and the passion exploding through his fingertips. You
know, the rhythm and the base with the drums started to make my heart
race. I realized that my feet were moving before I even noticed them
and so were my old salsa partners.I was completely lost in the moment
and the music. I began to dance with the passion that I once had and
did not care who was watching me just dancing with my eyes shut tight
and my partner on my arms feeling the breeze of Houston's warm humid
air and the sweat of her hand in mine reminiscent of old times.
I
dance what seemed like a week but more like 15 minutes and fell
pleasantly back down from space. It took me another 10 minutes to gain
my composure back again and to realize where I was.
Waiting
for the girl who invited me out to show I said my goodbyes to my good
friends and took my place along the railing experiencing another wave
of guitar wailing. This one was not so good and completely kicked me of
off my music high.
When she finally appeared, she was with
company and had missed the entire show and even the coffee shop had
shut off it's tapioca and espresso machines. The feeling was that of
being stood up. Personally called there out of genuine felling of
wanting to hang out with me and then completely snubbed. I feel that
we're on two different wavelengths and I don't think that we're good
for one another. I think as a life lesson I should just pass by women
named kaitlyn or caitlin or and form there of it. But to be fair I
don't think that it is their fault I just think that they catch me at
off times. Like last night where I was completely lost in the past a
think I really need to get off my mind. Too much heartache there.
I just needed to breath. I just needed to leave.
I don't need to be consoled
I'm going to send off bad vibes and wipe those horrible memories off my mind
The memory of something so perfect tarnished by death and my last regret
I
just want to go on my porch and smoke my cigarette the thing that I
gave up a long time ago. Write my vices down and learn to let it go.
And
A weird feeling that I felt when I woke up that morning, something out
of place. I should have known that another Kaitlyn was coming to pay me
a visit. This one more tamed than the last. A male version of the girl
that I last had a relationship with. When I try really hard I can
remember the girl before we split. Now it's getting harder and harder
to forget.
A promise is a promise is a promise. There will never
again be another romantic bone in my body for that woman. It's just
like the fray put it, I know it's cliche but it is right, the hardest
thing and the right thing are the same.
I am in a weird state
right now. Half from not sleeping except for 2 hours and the other for
smoking half a box of cloves one after the other. I am not a chain
smoker or even a smoker, but that girl brings out the worst in me.
Another thing chalked up to memory. | | |
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