Just Loving The Feeling~Moby

We spend our days together
Hiding far from everything

Moby – JLTF Lyrics

We heard the rain on the window
Like a simple waste of time
We heard the sirens’ wailing
Like the world has lost its mind

We spend our days together
Hiding far with everything
Oh, we knew it was over
When the summer turned to spring

And all the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean nothing?
Does it mean nothing?

All the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean nothing?
Does it mean nothing?

We heard the rain on the window
Like a simple waste of time
We heard the sirens’ wailing
I knew they’d comfort you

We spend our days in heaven
Dying far with everything
Oh, we knew it was over
When the needle didn’t sting

And all the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean nothing?
Does it mean nothing?

All the words we said
All the time we spent
Does it mean nothing?
Does it mean something?

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Time to Grow

Prose © C. m ART z 2015 written 2/1/2003

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Under the influence

nothing bothered me
I was like the duck in a rainstorm
everything rolled off my back
nothing mattered

Over the influence I am like a baby chicken
whose feathers are growing in
and its a downpour

No cushion
nothing rolls off my back
everything soaks in
everything affects me
everything matters

I feel
I see
I know
questions asked, deceitful answers
Bones that crack
Heart a mishap

Standing ground as the thunder roars
Ears cannot shut out the noise
Light surround me
Enter healing
Calm envelop me dry out my saturated mind

Words that have no meaning
actions that have no rhyme

Aggravation brings tension
Tension hurts my head
Maybe a few IGNORE feathers
would help my brain
lessen the pain even when it rains

Look, there’s the mama hen
and all her babies are without feathers
but under her wing sheltered from the storm

Is it better to be a chicken with feathers or one without ?

Which one is more content ? Cushioned or bare to the skin

the feeling one whose wet tears falls or the one whose cloak (Mask) hides the pain and nothing comes to surface nothing gained

Time to grow
It may never Stop raining

 

Tin Roof

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This is the house I became a teenager in. I think I was around six when my grandparents said we could live in it. It had four rooms. No indoor plumbing. Water was drawn daily from a cool spring well.

I loved it when it rained. The tin roof seemed to be magical with the rain falling on it.

I designed this today.

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