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UnfathomableSphinx
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Name: Vash
Country: United States
State: Wisconsin
Birthday: 8/22/1938
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, couldn't live without it. My True Hope and Passion in this rapidly changing and unexpected twisted flow of life. Whether Rhyming, or singing, or just plain listening, i'm all about it./ Synchronized Minds*, Atmosphere, Sublime, Outkast, 311, Logique, Nas, Broken Earth, Smashing Pumpkins, Santana, Bob Marley, Gza, Oasis, MF Doom, Del, J-Live, Cage, Vakil, Redman, MHZ, Yak Ballz, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, No Doubt, Tribe Called Quest, Jack Johnson, Radiohead, Marcy Playground, Ben Folds Five, Dispatch, Coldplay, Cunning Lynguistics, 50/60's Oldies./ North and South Carilina, The Ocean in general, Free Styling, Deep conversations, Discovering life for the first time, Driving around (I can sort my thoughts the best in my whip), Real connections, Enjoying the process God is doing in my life, Photography (capturing those rare moments in life, to forever have a piece of hard evidence to signify you'd been there on that part of your journey, and spred the beauty and interest in findin
Expertise: Expressing the realness you hold. You are the only one who can tell Lifes story like you can, don't let no one hold you back from speaking your voice.
Message: message me
AIM:  Chris 2992
Member Since:
7/1/2004
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| Bout time I dropped something on this site. Life is on the possitive slant upward and forward for a change. Who'd a thought. Well I can probably think of at least one person. It's a lot to frame into words, so I'll give it my best. It's like...
Unprescidented I move on/ With best intentions/ Spriritual vest protecting my grooved heart/ giving my all to a new start/ In pursuit of God/ I'm aimin for the full bar in truth charge/ Off the top like flex fitted hats/ my riddles smack/ lies and phoniness back yards and into the cracks/ Lonliness is just a task to counteract/ My hazel eyes attached to the glory of the Lords story on a mountain path/ And I ain't turning around or bounding back/ It's about time like the falling sand pebbles in the hour glass/ reflected cyclone cylinder building expanse/ Keep it real at a glance/ and deep the mineral with in/ This romance got me sparked/ let that glow never get dim/... | | |
| Merry Christmas! There's some kind of meaning in all this, and I'm determined to find it. It's what I do. | | |
| I know there's gotta be more to life/ Guittar, a suitcase w/jeans and socks thrown aside/ Dreams have stopped growing inside/ I'm not ready to throw it in/ Just take a break and let the towel hang w/soaking clothes to dry/ Pull out the life in the making sign/ start w/small accomplishments to fill out the vacant cry/ Ache that lies/ Under my ribs, shaking vines/ Thru misuse of body, a lot of damage spaced in mind/ Ya the crater's miles/ & pitch black/ A spliff flash/ flood to the lungs/ Dry ice eastern mountain mist match in a single puff/ Crystal bud/ Stinger done/ W/the task linger blood/ In a haze, I got too close when the sinner erupt/ to the surface/ Maybe skin deep/ Anxiety, I can feel it everytime, Alien beat/ Jaw tension snap bridge swings like a limb in the breeze/ Making a sound like a cymbol repeat/ and faded/ They say the bigger the feet/ The more clumsy/ I say to trigger the speech/ Absorb something/ Important that pours quenching/ Sahara coal souls/ Crushing/ Hearts of cold stones/ Lunging 4 globes/ On they traps/ Hunting for Gold on the path/ More goals have colapsed in the past/ On the mat/ KInda sad, when you do the math/ and realize the many you who crashed/ Foolish man/ But don't sweat, there still remains sand in the glass/ Willing to expand if you ask/ Although always a friction clash, lingers in the orbit of emotion/ My reaction hundred over zone distorted/ Thrown off track from the clones assorted/ Timeline fashioned/ Spine line fractured/ Poems support it/ My fine passion/ But with that alone/ I find/ I slide backwards/ Something's missing/ I cry laughing/ Then it clicks in/ It's simple I pause stop the ripple to listen/ Realize I need connect Divine lacking/ The sky cracking exposed intense color on the land/ Gave me such hope/ That's all it took to drop it all/ and run Home. | | |
| But don't sweat, there still remains sand in the glass. | | |
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