thedarkking

There are, I think, three elements to what man calls "love": physical, spiritual and mental. PHYSICAL By physical, I mean lust, physical desire; without this, there are very few reasons except desperation to be with someone. I know many females I connect with on both a mental and spiritual level, but have never considered in a relationship sense. SPIRITUAL By spiritual, I mean the ability to "get along" with someone; I suppose this has a lot to do with instinct and hormones. One needs to be able to stand the company of someone to "love" them, I think. However mentally engaging and physically attractive someone is, if you just plain don't

Come sleep, come and raise me, Come peace, come and daze me, Come rest, come and encase me, Come darkness, come and take me, Come life, come and forsake me, Come death, come and remake me.

Oh brother, I got a tale to tell, Of stomach cramps, vomiting and anti-acid hell, I'll tell you for why, and you won't be surprised, It was over a girl, with blue sparkling eyes. Everytime I see her, my eyes start to tear, And my stomach, it burns, with a pain born from fear, Primal energy flows through the air, And I'm stuck in the headlights like a poor little deer. Oh brother, I got a tale to tell, one with bells and whistles, But it's too strong for words, and too full of pain, So I'll just tell you it stings like green thistles, And it damps me like warm summer rain.

It's been so long since we last talked rather than just spoke, So long since we last listened rather than just heard, Too long, too long since we last showed our joy, God, stop us arguing, God, let us be spared. The emptiness between us is growing, The darkness inside me is eating me alive, Remember how it used to be, at the start, When our friendship used to thrive? (chorus) How can something grown so dark have been so bright? How can something now so wrong have been so right? Why can't we decide what we want, what we need? Why can't we decide who we want, who we need? How can this be worth it all? I guess I'm too intense, and

1. The lesson I have learned, after sixteen years of walking blindly into my own misery; a lesson learnt from hard experience, from too many mistakes; a lesson learnt that I would rather I had not had to learn, not this way: give of yourself with no regrets. Give of yourself freely, totally, utterly, and do not feel remorse for it. Give your time, give your love, give your life. Be generous. 2. Do not wail at the heavens; do not question your own existence, however much you are tempted. Shoulder the burden of your life proudly, defiantly. If there is a God, or Gods, they would surely prefer this; if not, do it for your own pride, to prove ot

To watch rain fall is a revelation. Drops of divinity splatter against mankind's Worst excesses, reminding us we are not untouchable. But it does not disturb those deep in conversation; This should tell us something, that life is bitter only when We taste the rinds of greed and hatred, destroying all that's good. Looking out of the window as The holy water falls from the sky Cleansing the tainted concrete, It reminds us there are forces beyond humanitas, Beyond, into deios. The ignoble lie That we are the highest is not, never will be, complete. Why? Because He yet reminds us That all our works are nothing without Him. Without

There was once a time when all was dark, But now everything is light. Once I couldn't see through the floom, But baby, you gave me the power of sight. (CHORUS) The stars can fall, but I'll love you, The planets may collide, but I'll love you, The world might end, but I'll love you, I swear baby, we'll make it through. I didn't used to know anything, didn't know happiness Didn't know whether outside it was moon or sun, Didn't know what I wanted. But now baby, I know you're the one. (CHORUS) And if the sun were to set in one final blaze of flame, There's no doubt who I'd love, or want to be with, too. "Rosettes of fire" would ga

The penalty's paid, the sin's repented, The word's been broken and I've relented, It's time to leave and pass through the gate, Escape this hell, escape this hate. (CHORUS) I can't see tonight, I can't breathe, All I can think of one last clinch with you, But I'm afraid it's time to leave, Because you've destroyed me with your point-of-view. And now the hope is diving away, Leaving me behind whilst fooling you, Trick me, treat me, just don't leave me, please stay, I am cold and I am blind, and I am being left behind. (CHORUS) You're the only person who's ever made me calm, And now you've left me in the storm, How can I contin

Not what is, but what was, and not what will be, but what can be, These are the ways we must proceed with the life buffeted around us By the eddies of a river passing towards an eternal sea of gold. Spring approaches us, my dear, like a young stag, Antlers aloft glinting in the sun; and spring is also a time of rebirth, Where what has died in winter comes back into defiant life. Pain and joy, two intertwined strands in an existence that, Where joy is, pain is by necessity, and where pain is, The ghost of joy remains, mocking us with its dance. And you, my nymph, who led me to a cool stream, Is this the wintry myth you, at this fixed