hertz (acoustic show - 090509)

smashhiing!

c'mon play;

This organ thumps with every touch,

Forcing life through my veins,

Crack open this skull and liberate thinking,

Just like an amnesiac's memory,

Make me remember nothing,

Break my ribs and eradicate expiration,

I will breathe once covered in dirt,

You have the last of me in your hands,

Release, finish, decease,

I want you to bury this heart.

How many wrongs make a right?
I've learned to listen through the silence. What's left unspoken is what needs to be heard. Often, what's left unsaid, is the most dangerous of all. There is no innocence, just reticence. Love has two equal parts, as a prey, there is no excuse. No one fancies being used, and one day it's gonna get back to you. Predicability is your flaw. This is merely a masquerade and two can play this game.

scumbags.

Every storm brings with it hope that somehow by morning everything will be made clean again and even the most troubling stains would have disappeared like the doubts over his innocence or the consequence of his mistake, like the scars of his betrayal or the memory of his kiss. So we wait for the storm to pass, hoping for the best even though we know in our hearts some stains are so indelible nothing can wash them away.

What goes around comes around. Why do we still stand up for people who don't even give a fuck about us? Why do we do everything in our power to make them feel better when they did nothing but give us pain? Why do we care for people who only care for themselves? Why do we change ourselves for people when they are the ones who need to change? Why do we bother for people who are so self-centered, that the only person they could ever love is themselves?

Tears sometimes flow endlessly like the oldest of waterfalls.

I need strength.

I need courage.

I need faith.

I need hope.

GOD is GREAT.

Jessica Mauboy - Running Back

These days you barely even say my name, like you don't really feel the same

I'm wondering whats to blame, these nights i fall asleep wondering where you are

It feels like we're falling apart

And its only breaking my heart

Cause if being with you means being alone, and never knowing when you're coming home

Then i guess im better off on my own

But i cant move on

Cause that means forgetting, forgetting everything we've had

Instead i keep coming, keep coming, i keep running back

Cause i keep forgetting, forgetting you treat me so bad

So i keep on coming, keep coming, i keep running back

My friends say that i should leave you behind, and stop wasting all my time

They tell me that i am out of my mind

But i know that what we both share is real, and i've been willing to deal

With the way that you're making me feel

Ma ma ma mama caught up

We done all heard the same story

Just different authors this book crazy

Always a lady looking for love where there's a lame

They might could be together

They fight to be together

Aight to be together Shorty yeah he cheated

You say you don't need it, turn around and leave it

Oh he back next week

Fuss...Fight And then the whole thing repeat like nothing ever happened

No publishing Shorty you knew that he don't got the same government

Lil mama can't move on

But it's her fault she struggling

She can't...move...on

Cause that means forgetting, forgetting everything we've had

Insted I keep coming, keep coming,I keep coming back

remember me.

1. Everyone feels like everyone else, just not at the same time
2. People are unpredictable
3. Letting go is better than maintaining control
4. Absolutely nothing good can come out of overthinking things

already gone.

We can fall a million times and still not learn. We can almost drown but still we don't avoid dangerous waters. We get hurt but we still rush headlong towards the person that is the source of pain. Won't we ever learn? We all wanna be happy but to what extent do we owe our happiness to? Is it calculated by the number of times we get hurt plus the number of times our hearts get trampled on and then divided by the number of times we held our hopes high in the hopes that it will get better multiplied by the number of times that it does get better? Is that the recipe for happiness? Or is that the recipe for disaster?

You tell me.

Maybe being happy is not about having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe its about stringing together all the little things , making them count more than the bad stuff. Or maybe we just get through it, and that's all that we can ask for.

I want to put together all the little things, the imperfect things.

keep the faith, my friend.

I've seen the lightning flashing
Heard the thunder roll
I feel the cold winds blowing
Trying to conquer my soul

If I just hold my peace, let God fight my battles. If I can keep the faith through the night.
I hear the voice of reason telling me to fight on. Cos' I come to know I've come too far to turn around.

Weeping may endure for a night
But joy is gonna come tomorrow
Though I go through the fire
I shall come out as pure gold

When problems come just keep the faith. It won't be long until the day things will turn around if you just stand your ground.