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« Reply #360 on: Jun 22nd, 2007, 3:30pm »

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Grays:

What's the grays agenda?
We can only speculate, work it out or just sit and wait.
Maybe they're in league with lucifer.
Maybe, but then again who knows.
The fallen one commanding legions of grays in their interplanetary ufo's.
Maybe they're pre-programmed to carry out a given task.
If they wanted our dna wouldn't it be fitting and proper to first of all at least ask?
Small bodies.
Large heads.
Large black mysterious eyes.
They use telepathy instead of talking.
Technologically superior.
More advanced.
No surprise
Taken against our will when free will is our's from on high.
Just who are these entities and where are they from?
Oh yes, Zeta reticuli.
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« Reply #361 on: Jun 22nd, 2007, 9:37pm »

Hey, that's a good idea, poems of UFO and aliens!

I am not talented is these areas, so I will post up a song from my favorite songwritter:

Restless Farewell [by Bob Dylan 1964]


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Oh, all the money that in my whole life I did spend
Be it mine right or wrongfully
I let it slip gladly to my friends
To tie up the time most forcefully

But the bottles are done, weíve killed each one
And the table is full and overflowed
And the corner sign says itís closing time
So Iíll bid farewell and be down the road

Oh, every girl that ever Iíve touched
I did not do it harmfully
And every girl that ever Iíve hurt
I did not do it knowingly

But to remain as friends
You need the time to make amends and stay behind
And since my feet are now fast and point away from the past
Iíll farewell and be down the line

Oh, every foe that ever Iíve faced
The cause was there before we came
And every cause that ever Iíve fought
I fought it full without regret or shame

But the dark does die, as the curtain is drawn
And somebodyís eyes must meet the dawn
And if I see the day, Iíd only have to stay
So Iíll bid farewell in the night and be gone

Oh, every thought thatís strung a knot in my mind
I might go insane if it couldnít be sprung
But itís not to stand naked under unknowing eyes
Itís for myself and my friends, my stories Iíve sung

But the time ainít tall
You own time, you depend
Then the word is possessed by no special friend
And though the line is cut, it ainít quite the end
Iíll just bid farewell Ďtill we meet again

Oh, a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract, and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me

But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick
It can pierce through dust, no matter how thick
So Iíll make my stand and remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn
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« Reply #362 on: Jun 23rd, 2007, 08:02am »

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Stronger:

Good versus evil.
Let battle once more begin.
Been on your side satan.
Once, but never again.
Was confused by the evil you inflicted upon me.
I turned to Christ and got the adversary.
Still that is the past.
I had to go through all that, to become the man i longed to be.
So here's to the future.
I'll see this through to the end.
You have not defeated me satan, though evil my way you did send.
I'm still here.
I turn to God once more.
I'm stronger for the experience.
Yes, stronger than before.
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« Reply #363 on: Jun 24th, 2007, 09:55am »

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Duel:

Duality in duel.
Dark versus light.
Daytime comes again to banish the night.
Blackness now gone.
We awake once more.
And know that in time it'll be dark like before.
Master and slave.
The light will prevail.
Always winning the duel.
Each day without fail.
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« Reply #364 on: Jun 24th, 2007, 12:04pm »

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Twofold:

Paradox of uncertainty.
A voyage of self discovery.
The balance of opposing aspects?
Twofold.
Complimentary.
Never holding back.
I restrict my own progression?
Delve not into darkness.
Glimpse of or obsession.
The lesser of two evils.
It can't be wrong and right.
Evil is still evil when it's mimicking the light.
Forward and not backwards.
The heart's mystery.
The key.
To unlock our potential.
To set our true selves free.
Love will conquer all.
The strong power that's inside.
A shining presence of truth and light where evilness shall not reside.
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« Reply #365 on: Jun 24th, 2007, 3:47pm »

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Fear:

A life lived in fear is a life half lived.
That's true.
Let fear subside and do not hide.
Be happy just being you.
For in this state of fear you cannot progress.
It holds you back.
You're trapped.
In distress.
Let go of it now.
We were born with no fears.
It's just something we've inherited over the years.
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« Reply #366 on: Jun 24th, 2007, 5:01pm »

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Above:

Out of the emptiness comes a hopefulness.
A feeling i cannot deny.
We do not see all that is.
That which is in of and beyond the sky.
The beauty we'd find if we opened our minds to the possibility of eternal love.
The beings of light.
The angels so bright.
Our Lord Jesus and our Heavenly Father above.
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« Reply #367 on: Jun 25th, 2007, 07:28am »

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Here:

Hope in the future.
A belief in a higher love.
Former things have passed away.
The stars, the moon above.
Visitors in spaceships.
Malevolent or benign?
Been here throughout the ages.
In crops they leave a sign.
Mankind on a journey.
Spiritually young.
Evil forces do exist.
Yet here they don't belong.
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« Reply #368 on: Jun 26th, 2007, 12:55am »

A famous country song:

[Johnny Cash]

[The Outlaws]

Ghost Riders in the Sky

An old cowboy went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
Plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the riders coming hard... and he heard their mournful cry

Yipie i oh Yipie i ay
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their face is gaunt their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked
with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they 'aint caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever in the range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire as they ride hard hear them cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.

The riders leaned on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
Then cow-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch this devil herd.... a-cross these endless
skies.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.



Country UFO song! grin
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« Reply #369 on: Jun 26th, 2007, 4:13pm »



Self:

Opposing forces.
That which will be.
Words that i hear relevant to me.
Darkness envelopes.
Christ is the light.
Differing shades of grey.
Still variations on black and white.
Choices affect outcome.
Outcome's choice affected.
Will to be something better.
Accepted not rejected.
Unseen influences on our lives.
Assault on sense of sight.
I know in weakness there is strength.
Be prepared now for the fight.
Hold true to who we are.
Hold onto self belief.
We have to know pain to know the joy.
In the joy we find relief.
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« Reply #370 on: Jun 27th, 2007, 04:47am »

[Bob Dylan]


It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
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« Reply #371 on: Jun 27th, 2007, 09:16am »

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Marooned:

A play on my emotions.
More pain and instilled fear.
Hurt me over and over again.
Visions of a seer.
Waring angelic forces.
Battlefield earth.
Negative influences around me don't tell me what i'm worth.
S.O.S: Do You hear me God?
I need a helping hand.
I'm all alone.
Marooned.
Wrote my message in the sand.
Exercising faith.
No act of desperation.
An uncomplicated notion.
A two way conversation.
If i ask i shall receive.
I ask again once more.
Fighting battles so ill-prepared.
Need You God like never before.
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Sound:

Frequencies of sound.
Resonating now.
The rhythm of life.
Transforming.
Visual form somehow.
Oscillatory cycles.
Ongoing.
Never end.
A world that's full of music.
Creating visions i can't comprehend.
Intricate geometric patterns.
A song for all ages.
Under construction and complete.
Developement: All stages.
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Realised:

Simplified complication.
Understood then if believed.
From despair unto elation.
The meaning of conceived.
Lost without.
Within you find.
No escape from self control.
Set yourself free.
See the truth.
It's good to have a goal.
The naked eye does not see all.
If it could we'd be surprised.
Sensory overload.
Shattered reality.
Instantly realised.
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« Reply #374 on: Jun 28th, 2007, 08:39am »

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Mind:

Suppression of the mind.
Thought processes compressed.
Constricting true potential.
Broken down.
Processed.
Struggling to win the cognitive war.
My head's a battleground.
External input.
Internal output.
It's an engagement of sight and sound.
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