Cymorill

Plato is boring.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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:lol: ok you’re on.

you are thinking of toxicity pikey.

have to agree with diane there leonard cohen has a magical quality to his voice, some of his songs send shivers up my spine.

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor…[Read more]

:lol: nicely tied in pikey :D

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our…[Read more]

I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moo…[Read more]

Infantile love follows the principle: “I love because I am loved.”
Mature love follows the principle: “I am loved because I love.”
Immature love says: “I love you because I need you.”
Mature love says: “I need you because I love you.”

Erich Fromm

“It is folly for a man to pray to the gods for that which he has the power to obtain by himself.”

i quite this one of his pikey. :)

how like spring is a newly loved heart
fresh and light with new buds
waiting to form from words
spoken by the sun

how like summer is a heart that endures love
warmth feeds its passions
allowing it to bloom into some rare
and exotic orchid

how like autumn is a heart in pain
it withers and dies slowly
like leaves on a tree
waiting to fall

how…[Read more]

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, Nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when they discover that someone else believes in them and is willing to trust them.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, by each let this be heard, some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword!

Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu’on M’a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M’est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
C’est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous Du Passe

Avec Mes Souvenirs J’ai Allume Le Feu
Mes Shagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
Je N’ai Plus Besoin D’eux
Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
Balaye Pour…[Read more]

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good one tommy :wink:

fifteen years ago today
i held you in my arms
you had sunlight for your hair
and sapphires for your eyes
and an air about you
clear, pure and fresh
your laughter was my sunshine
you tears were my rain
and id relive every moment
just to hear them once again
you will never truly know
the joy that i have felt
because of the memories you’ve given
and…[Read more]

Baby, I’ve been waiting,
I’ve been waiting
Night and day
I didn’t see the time,
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
And I know you sent me some,
But I was waiting
For the miracle,
For the miracle to come

I know you really loved me
but, you see,
my hands were tied
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to…[Read more]

sitting here in the morning
under a sky filled with stars
i surrender to the darkness
in spite of the early hour
you are not here
you the impossible one
but it is not such a loss
barbed wire passions cut too deeply
but excite me nonetheless
but the moon
the beauty of the silvery light
i could fall in love with it
feel the kiss of the earth
and…[Read more]

I’m not afraid of anything in this world
There’s nothing you can throw at me that I haven’t already heard
I’m just trying to find a decent melody
A song that I can sing in my own company

You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And now you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment…[Read more]

half of my life is gone and i have let
the years slip away from me and yet
not fulfilled my life’s ambitions
the aspirations of my youth to
build a tower of accomplishments
some higher ideal that would set
me apart from the humdrum
of everyday mortal lives
i look upon the city of my youth
lying below me in all is vastness
with its dim lit streets…[Read more]