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1998 Carlos Castaneda - The Wheel of Time

End Of The Being

HERE'S TO THE MEMORIES

Here''s To The Memories

Friday, April 29, 2011

Here’s to the memories

Here’s to the memories

Some good, some bad

Here’s to the memories

Of loves we never had

Here’s to the good times

Of memories left in the dark

Here’s to the bad times

Of memories that left there marks

Here’s to you, here’s to me

                                                    Here’s to all we thought we would be

A I don O U (aeiou)

I am what's  left from the lesser  heart of lose or shall i say Lou's. Even claiming this fact has made me still choose the only soul a empty hole will ever know as  the first Lie that was really True. "It must Be Nice lyfe       still my sinless sin wonders why it is still the season for desire. I was the one whom led Death to Decieve, "And he did accomplish this for I had put it upon his soul to do so."  And to Seers of this bY- O Life was so very amazed when it was He (Death) that sinful sin saved " A, i don't Owe You  hopefuly both will always know it  for meandyou

pieces of a dream

pieces of a dream

this morning i woke up with only pieces of  a dream,
with this feeling of extacy that, what could this mean.
the very thought of that joy, that evades me doing day light,
slipped it way into my soul for only one night.
i still can feel the love in his tone, why did it only last until the dawn.
could it have be and angle for heaven above,
i not really certaing what i concieved was lust,

no love i've ever had, has made me feel that way.
only forbidden thoughts of love has ever led  me astray
this morning i woke up with only pieces of a dream

kNOW DON'T THINK

HURTS' SO SAD

PAIN AN'T NO BETTER

SORROWS' OVER THERE LOCKED IN A JAIL

CARING FEELING THE SHAME OF "I JUST GOT F**KED

NOW HE TURNING TO CARELESS, THINKING ITS BETTER LUCK

MESORY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT "WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN"

AGONY LYING UNDERGOUND RESTLESS, HE CONFLICT RUNNING FROM THE TRUTH, 

TRUST JUST DECEIED TO BREAK HIS OWN GOLDER RULES

 

SOULS CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN A BLESSING OR A SIN, SO HE SOLD HIS GRACE FOR A SHINNY RED PENNY

FEAR HAS GOTTEN SO BOLD HE SERVERS A GOD NOW THATS IS SILVER AND GOLD

 

THE BATTLE

WHEN YAHWEH SPOKE TO ME, WHEN I SAW HIS NAME SPELLED OUT IN BLOOD,THE POUNDING IN MY HEART SEPARATED BLOOD FROM INK AND INK FROM BLOOD,AND YAHWEH SAID TO ME "KNOW YOUR SOUL'S NAME IS BLOOD AND INK IS THE NAME OF YOUR SPIRIT. YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER LONGED WITH ALL THEIR HEARTS TO HERE YOUR MY NAME AND THE TITLE GIVEN TO EVERY GENERATION." WHEN I HEARD THE CLEAR DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY SPIRIT AND MY SOUL, I WAS FILLED WITH GREAT JOY,THEN I KNEW MY SOUL TOOK THE HILLSIDE UNDER ITS OWN COLORS; IN THE MIRROR RED AS BLOOD,AND THAT MY SPIRIT STOOD ITS GROUND IN THE MIRROR THAT IS BLACK AS INK, AND THAT THERE RAGED A FEROCIOUS WAR IN MY HEART BETWEEN BLOOD AND INK.THE BLOOD WAS OF THE AIR AND THE INK OF THE EARTH AND THE INK DEFEATED THE BLOOD.AND THE SABBATH OVERCAME ALL THE DAYS OF THE WEEK. {ABRAHAM ABULAFIA C.1250}