I WANT TO DIE
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Posted:Nov 17, 2007 9:35 am
Last Updated:Nov 25, 2007 7:39 pm 2318 Views
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I want to die the death yesterday
and live the future in a world a purityI want to die my tears away
and rise in the authenticity of love
glowing within each day
I want to die away all the alibies
spreding my wings
teaching others how to fly
soring above the skies
I want to die away my pain
and rise with the heart I have gain
I want to take away the stain
the blame, the unfare games that people play
and make this life a better place
and now I live, I live, I live
with so much love to give
by melodymac
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the misunderstood song
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Posted:Nov 16, 2007 8:32 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2007 9:36 am 2174 Views
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In this confused song
I feel, I feel sometime pain
sometime red rose misery
I hear this song
keep pounding deep in my heart
yes!! I hear it now
its a love song playing inside out
with the rhythmical rhyme all wrong
I looked at your beauty
blemish left so for away
there was no imperfection
only happiness and sweet devotion
if you, if I, if only we could see,
the passion that makes us, we.
if only we could be
fixing the tune in this melody
and make the chorus be all about you and me
then we would be loving so much,
so much more of us
with a forever touch
then the song would play right
and now our darkness would turn to light
by Melodymac
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becareful my love
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Posted:Nov 15, 2007 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2007 9:42 pm 2273 Views
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this poem is about love and how someone can
play with your heart if they dont feel the same way as you feel and it is as if I stood by and could not do anything but watch you got hurt
Becareful my love
Not to mistake infatuation with love
I know your intention
It is too much to mention
You want a good family
A lovely home
Happiness that’s makes the heart cheer
Yes I know your cry
A saw your tears
I past your innocent slipping down the drain
I anger in myself
As if I was to blame
Your beautiful never seized to capture me
But your innocent took you into hurting pain
Oh ! I wish I was there to take away your fairs
Now its too late
Take care my love
Until the end of never
We will be loving each other
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language of an empty room
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Posted:Nov 13, 2007 9:32 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2007 4:41 pm 2274 Views
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To the four corners of these walls
Lie the stories of the unseen eyes
I see nothing and nothing sees me
I stop to contend with the still
of the empty room
the comprehension of my deepest thought
rose like new born flower,
springing from the ground
crawling on my feet,
penetrating my energy
and smoothly speaks to my tranquility
whispering a quite cry that open my blinded eyes
I first stumbled at the genre
Overseeing uptimisim of an unavoidable tragedy
Speak o wall of serenity
Strengthen me to confront my sanity
Tell me the story of wisdom, courage and men of brave
O free me now from hidden talents that bard my vocality
And speak to the widow of my endeavors
But caution me with humility
by marshall fitzgerald
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the cosmopolitan City
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Posted:Nov 12, 2007 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2007 9:16 pm 2175 Views
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in this great cosmopolitan City
the rush, the urge, smiling faces
and confuse ones too. makes me wonder,
what would happen without people like me and you
great places rise from the stories of history
speaking loud and predominantly
the guards stood still at her majesty's will
and tourist gather round to get their hearts filled
strange as I looked in the sky
I wonder if there is much people
like you and I,
who see us all as one nation
one people, one heart and one love
so much things to justify
I am sure, our ancestors cry
why, let us live today
because tomorrow we all die
by melodymac
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To an old friend
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Posted:Oct 16, 2007 4:27 pm
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2007 11:09 am 2380 Views
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to an old friend who once said
"don't worry we will see each other one day"
sitting in the same old rocking chair
listening to music from yesterday
just a raise of the eye brow and a smiling face
will tell you the meaning of how he really cares
to an old friend who says
"you are never too old to learn"
but when the evening stop to sigh
and the crow of the night cry
the day would come sudden
to see an old friend once again
speaking words of wisdom
that arose many confident
these words I send
to an old friend
don't go and leave us in torment
but whisper in the wind
those beautiful song you love to sing
and stare in the sunlight bright
and leave the chair to remind us of you
even in the stormiest roaring of the night
to an old friend
gone but not forgotten
happiness will remember
in the sadness that lies ahead
by Marshall Fitzgerald
to Mr Martin Fitzgerald. go in peace
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goodbye
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Posted:Oct 15, 2007 6:55 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2007 4:32 pm 2530 Views
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just saying bye to mr Martin FITZGERALD
(Father) who departed this world yesterday
14-10-07.
death is inevitable its the fact that I never got to say good bye.... sad huh ?
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the windy storm
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Posted:Oct 10, 2007 5:57 pm
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2007 3:33 pm 2350 Views
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they say after a storm
there must be a calm
the sweet sound of the wind
rumbled in a air like silk
melting my heart with gracious breeze
speaking calmly
when the grumble of the thunder roar
frighten yes but tender sweet
after the storm our heart still meet
the raging flash of lightening
crash in the sudden peace
of heart felt warmth
indicates out at sea
there is still a storm
looking forward to bitter sweet
I never forget when two hearts speak
soft and gentle
lies a heart of love
with music form the wind
shining from above
by Marshall Fitzgerald
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I am a survivor
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Posted:Sep 18, 2007 7:29 am
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2007 9:26 pm 2436 Views
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I am a survivor
I suffer the pain
bear the shame
and ignore the dirty names
The burden of poverty
was upon my shoulder
as time become harder
and many hearts slumbered
I made it because I am a survivor
There was the roaring of many voices
Chasing me, they thought to death
But only to victory
And dry the tears
of heart felt fever
I was held strong and never to shiver
I was born a destine survivor
And then I become a servant
To those who need love
To those who search for a way
For those who have no place to stay
I continue watch and pray
Because I am a survivor
By Marshall Fitzgerald
Copyrights 2007
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its nice to be important but its more important to be nice 
