Samples From Vol. I
To Touch a Life. A Father's Power How do we measure the power a father has? Do we use stocks, bonds, or poker hands? Do we measure it by how many times he doesn't get drunk? Or do we measure it by how many times we think he gives a fuck? How do we measure the power a father has? Do we use silver, diamonds, gold, or exotic glass? Do we measure it by the amount of education he has attained? Or do we measure it by the amount of how many times he never complained? How do we measure the power a father has? Do we use dollars, cents, or compare it to the octane in gas? Do we measure it by how many hugs he gives? Or do we measure it by the amount of times he forgives? How do we measure the power a father has? Do we use credit scores, life insurance policies, a dime of grass? Do we measure it by how many times he got hauled away in a black and white? Or do we measure it by how many times he made you feel wrong when you knew you were right? How do we measure the power a father has? Do we use b-day gifts, or gifts from X-mas? Do we measure it by how many birthdays and X-mas' he missed? Or do we measure it by the hate in my heart cause I'm pissed? How do we measure the power a father has? Do we use nuclear, radiation energy in grams? Do we measure it by military, educational, or political salaries? Or do we measure it by taking control of our mind and memories? By: Joe Mendoza My Soul In The End
I’m sad; I’m lost, even a bit distraught I don’t even know if I believe in the cross I said, you said. I would have preferred to listen instead My fears, my wants, my love, my sense All these I wish I had again, but I can’t because only loneliness is left in a place that’s so dense So many things I wish I could do over again, yet the cruel truth is that I’ve lost you til the worlds end What have I, but my lone self, begging for your forgiveness that will never come, not even if I sold my soul for 1 million yen I’m sorry, please forgive me; thank you; I love you. Wait, I’m being selfish, so says a guy with zen I’m sad; I’m lost, even a bit distraught But her lasting image in my memory, will help me get through this a lot Her kiss was the one; her flesh was second to none And now I’m left standing, waiting for the lost hope of her to come To come and find me; to save and bathe me; with her love, and the way she always knew, to clothe me with her safety And so I close with a saying, I learned and is famous; something I wish I believed in, and in the end could save me “It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all” I wish I could get my mind to wrap itself around what this phrase is relaying, but I still can’t get passed, that I lost her for playing By: Omar Reza |
Samples From Vol. II
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