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    Write To This Picture (VI)

    Always liked this picture, so figued I'd see what you all could write to it...

    - The End -

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    Alright.. Me and Shiznit noticed no activity in here while talking on AIM and decided to write something just to ignite a spark in this place... (her web browser isn't working so I posted for us.. )

    Insides corrupted and consumed by money and greed
    Had a wife and kid.. just equaled more mouths to feed
    Climbed the mountain tops peak where everyone looked up at me
    Presently I'm weak, scrounging for a leftover meal to eat
    Selfish ambitions seeked and conquered my every last desire
    Higher expectations as every lyric quickly became uninspired
    Now the days are growing longer.. and still no one will listen..
    So what am I missing? Wasn't I once a great musician?


    I used to enjoy the lifestyle of the rich and famous
    Derived its corrupted mentality and ingenious
    Searched aspects of soceity and tried to fit in
    Multiplied efforts given as I became one of them
    Adaptation of classy acts and unrealization of facts
    Distracts my ownself from the place I found myself as
    My loss of direction affected my life and family
    "Insanity" I said but it indistinctively meant "Money"
    Abduction of the practical things had made me jaded
    Stayed the same as one by one they all faded
    Family broken. House and furnitures taken.
    Career. All disappeared.
    Nowhere to go. No one to count on.
    Left alone. All cause of "GREED"
    Perfect notes i used to know and live by as i grew
    Thats the passion of music that i always once knew
    Used to have large crowds that affectionately listened
    Now stuck with strangers walking passed me staying distanced
    And now because of my weaknesses
    there's certain rhythms left in my ear
    The sound of my guitar and the coins
    being dropped on the ground from the air

    - The End -

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    To also try and ignite a spark of sorts. Off top of my head...

    Textured motions play deep within
    Beating down upon churning soul
    For so long sat looking down
    Upon this world of theatre
    Singing it's timeless songs
    As life passed so varied
    Many a time statuesque
    Absorbing tears once fallen
    Of broken children cries
    Wife driven to lies
    By these isolated thoughts
    Destined to be alone
    Distanced yet so close
    Discriminating to none
    Merely a tool of strife
    Choosing to stay hidden
    Weathered by visions
    To transparent remains
    Let death take this sword
    This guitar so strummed
    To humanity decaying
    Like me back then
    Till silence fell cold
    Nothing ever more...

    EDIT: Added the line - destined to be alone...
    Last edited by Varentao; August 10th, 2003 at 05:19 PM
    I'm too secure to have a signature.

    Oh.

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    All that is left
    This guitar of sorrow
    Love all dead
    Nothing left to borrow
    Soul sunk in sands
    Time was thorough
    Working with woe
    Within I burrow
    Searching for nothing
    But death tomorrow
    I'm too secure to have a signature.

    Oh.

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    Johnny Cash...Lifes A Blur So Live Fast
    The Past Has Passed In The End It Hurts
    Youve Painted Pictures All Your Life
    But Never Finished Your Work
    Nothing Less Than It "Has Been"
    Far From Your Greatest Expectation Standard
    Your Timeline Never Planned "Miss"
    But Enjoy Your Trip To That Final Destination
    You Lived It Up,Best Ad The Worst,
    And Noone Can Say You Lost
    Your Grip Your Trials Awaiting,
    Play Your Music For God Hes Always Heard
    You During Those Lonesome Times,
    You'll See Your Lucky Lady Soon And
    Somewhere Along Her Mind She'll Own
    Your Rhymes True Love Never Dies Its Blind......

    Whatever...Decent Photo End & Shiznit

    Shiz..G Luck In The Tourney 4 Real
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    at the stroke of a chord- i lost what i can't afford-
    tattered threads for my ripped life's fabric-
    hair paleer then my skin it's tragic-tears tatted-
    aged with no vintage-a loss counted to a frail mans image-
    i have to do this it has to be done-
    been killen myself for to long and my reason for life is gone-
    make since to wallow swallow my agony-
    each melody- from my guitar string-
    bring -the memory of whats eating me-
    contimplations of suicide repeatedly-
    a broken lymric-
    this is the suicde note of a stanza to a broken spirit-
    paint in words words painted in oil-
    oil runs of the paper when it's wet but wont wash my turmoil-
    the hands of time-have slapped mine-
    every day forward is my life in rewind-
    poverty-no soverenty-
    odly-though imready to be godly-
    there is no turning back-the tracks-
    to my veign-send a message in pain-
    to my bodies frame-then to the brain-
    and shows shame to my name-
    in the name of that same shame and that cocaine-
    that drove me insain-
    i sit tame-waiting for the rain-
    and the grim reap- sing me to sleep-
    to love something,is to die for it ,if you do, your a martyr , but these days music is morbid, false carters ..prohet's for prophet no lie, look how our last martyr was crucified. to put it in it symplicity, you aint true...you wouldnt sacrifice a few dollars for authenticity..

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    Graceful hands
    Strum familiar tunes
    Melodies etched
    On histories tombs
    A life once vibrant
    Now dust to the wind-
    Yet, the music lives on
    As the old man sings.
    Each note- every stanza
    A journey he takes
    Memories revisited
    His heart, it breaks.
    Bones now brittle
    And lifeless within
    Lost loves revived-
    Forever to haunt him.
    The past to reality
    Today, but a dream
    So, onward he travels
    Sitting here, unseen.
    Those graceful hands
    Age weary and cold
    Never falter nor fail, whilst
    Telling his story, of old.
    Now, forever you’ll hear
    His beautiful song
    As these graceful old hands
    Will Eternally -

    Strum on.



    Never done this before, written on spec from a picture, was kinda fun
    Last edited by Tourniquet; August 11th, 2003 at 09:36 AM

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    rhetorical insight

    to die for my music
    lost lonely bitter depressed
    expect death at best
    but my ears don't rest
    one strum one chord the beat
    of my heart in my chest
    left to recollect my lifes chaotic mess
    but the notes take my breath
    relieve this crushing stress
    so on i play on i press
    left in the streets cold poor and listless
    penniless without much left
    but on i play on i press
    depressed at the mess the stress
    has made my chest
    no time to work no weekly check
    but still i stay
    these strings i caress
    and on i play and on i press
    whne the time comes i welcome death
    in his cloaked form and his stenching breath
    and even in death i find no rest
    so on i play
    AND ON I PRESS

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    This guitarist once was famous and his style could not be tamed
    He would play a lively song when it was sunny and a ballad when it rained
    He turned wealthy with this gift he had, but his soul then became strained
    So his music lost it's magic touch and he soon lost all his fame
    And know he's long forgotten
    And his once-so-energetic body is starting to get rotten
    But that will never stop him from playing his guitar
    He looks upon at the sky and wishes on a falling star
    And he makes a wish, that someday he'll get his gift back
    So he plays for night and day, looking for that style he lost
    Until one long night he finds it, and regains all of his thoughts
    And he plays just like he used to, or even better than before
    But he realizes he has wasted 20 years of life and it will soon come to and end
    But he just sits there playing now, better than he's ever played before
    He just sits there playing, knowing that the music he adores left him old and tired and poor.
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    I have nothing left in this barren land
    Except for the instrument that has scarred my hands
    I hold it now , but just barely raised
    My Life is gone , yet this guitar is saved

    It has seen my ultimate Bliss and my deepest woes
    It has help me overcome sorrow and defeat my foes
    It is part of me , though I am quickly fading
    How many times have I held onto nothing instead of trading

    I've watched my sons grow old and die before my eyes
    My Guitar weeps in my sweat and blood ,its her form of cries
    She is my only friend left in this unforgiving world
    She is my heart , my salvation , and part of my soul

    I am leaving soon , this I can ultimately tell
    I think heaven is attainable , but Im opted for Hell
    Too many situations , I handled them wrong
    Now , As I sit dying , I strum , One final song

    I sing to my fellow brothers in arms
    I sing to the women who have fallen to my charms
    I sing to the future and what it becomes
    I sing to God above , forgive my wrongs

    When I strum these strings artistically
    I forget about that Im nearly history
    The song and strum brings me more alive than ever
    And if I die while playing , my soul might live Forever


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    I sippa da finest wines , busta da illest rythmes ,Imma an MC-Sacker with no flaws

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    Simple treasures stripped from the hands that created them/
    In turn given back the fate of karma that I so easily dismissed//
    Now as this six string lies bleeding in my arms once more/
    I hang my head in shame an remember when fate i did kiss//

    Cascading sorrows melt down along these sunken cheeks/
    But no one takes pity, when pity is often a sign of regret//
    Pass me by as the strangers you label yourself, do not pause/
    Life gave me my chance and I ignored, now it's here to collect//

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    when one looks over me now he feels great pity//
    but one doesnt know the life that i lived //
    he knows not if i lived in the green country or smoky city//
    weather i had a loving family or just a dog to rely on//

    one cant tell if was hoping for my end to come that night//
    if i wished to die sitting there, to become another lost soul//
    he only sees my aged bones and the silk the spiders left on tight//
    that i sang to my end and played livly tunes with my graceful hand//

    i dont need to be pityed on for you know nothing about me//
    look to the one beside you and relise maybe they need it more//
    leave me to sit dont think of me twice, i lived happyness you cant see//
    remember that death doesnt show you the facts and it often will lie//
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    Through all i see,
    through all i know
    give me at'chu,
    Bless you, knew
    Sudden De-Notation's
    Rapid Off Rotations
    C# to D flat is all i know.
    Through strumming digit's
    i thumb the pigments,
    pluck G chord.....
    A# Hored,
    I am a Note,
    And 1
    i....choke......

    (Any1 who know's about music should understand the format.)

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    Lonely man, with a lost soul and a lost heart
    Thoughts running through his mind, as he plays his guitar
    Death is only the beginning of the end
    Lonely and sad he sits ... with a frown and no friends
    His guitar is his heart, as he plays music for days
    His songs are parts of his soul, as he sits there and waits
    Waits for something ... he doesn't know what is to come
    He is sick of being scared, and he's sick being made fun of
    Though words are nothing, and all they do is hurt the air
    Nothing bad can put down, not even an angry stare
    Gentle and calm ... He sits as he plays
    He doesn't know what to expect, but his patience will allow him to wait ...

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    ~~Guitar Speaks~~

    Six strings is my scheme, most worthy on the musical scene/
    I absorb the living and decay the flesh, with an acoustic ring/
    The songsmen I've seen, withered dry to the spleen, yet in thier eye's is that persistant gleem/
    I'm heard but often unseen, a melodic embrace I bring the End to your Means/
    Pass time and space, were souls seldom are common place and wieghted heavily in disgrace/
    Intertwined in my tune, as we dance alone in the pale moon, a tide for all seasons, as I strum in the gloom/
    Sound waves splash upon the mass, like a pyscodelic Flash, or vissions induced by subliminal Hash/
    Come one come all, strum to the beat of the socialist drum, intoxicating ya awarness like Pirate's to Rum/
    Hypnotic hints of melodic tint's, colorize the air from which I stare, can you hear the sound of the ravenous pair?/
    Lost in despair, a talent once there, no longer declared, isolated and spared from the traumma ~N~ flair/
    Who's really playing who, A question I dare...A concept unaware and logically spared/
    Instrumental is key, but the instrument is thee, as I invent the sound, don't you agree?/
    Musicians have been played by me, since I can remember G, I'm the orignial wood and strings/
    An abstract concept driven from deep intellect, with each new owner I reinvent melody's heaven sent, while ya drown in ill intent, I drain ya life and all rememberance/

    I am instrumental and your just the instrument I invent/

    ~~Guitar Speaks~~
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