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I can see this great delusion, but I know I am helpless. How long can we accept the glaring promise of nothing...   That keeps you forever perceptible, fleeting to its plan. How long we can accept being prisoners to conscience how long it has been how long didn't I give a damn? I couldn't count. I don't really know much about physics but either way I felt as if something was pushing me at every turn, I felt as if something pushing me in every direction; Pushing me but never in the ways I wanted to go. How long is it that I am condemned to live it again I couldn't know

I can see this great delusion, but I know I am helpless. How long can we accept the glaring promise of nothing...   That keeps you forever perceptible, fleeting to its plan. How long we can accept being prisoners to conscience how long it has been how long didn't I give a damn? I couldn't count. I don't really know much about physics but either way I felt as if something was pushing me at every turn, I felt as if something pushing me in every direction; Pushing me but never in the ways I wanted to go. How long is it that I am condemned to live it again I couldn't know

Everyday without fail he paint a portrait of himself hiding his face behind what loneliness concealed not that you needed to see this lonely barren place   to know how he felt was not only real but way beyond  what you saw captured within its pigments you saw his ligaments stretch to cold glass his fingerprints were the portraying of a longing that was rich stretching  down below the city  from a terrace perspective, when all you saw was a stitch. The closer you got. The quicker you felt that force of an involuntary chill   questioning all that was concealed in that blankness beneath his modesty that was defined still when you pigmente

Dimension Beyond the lake - Chapter 1 The waters mist kept you hidden from sight, your existence was the fairest, yet eluded all. Those who shared you're somewhat reluctance, possessed an inner beauty, and all those who were yet unaware would come to revere. your omnipotence was in no consequence  a silhouette  but existed as apart of all things. An apparition no,  but was sought after by kings and those who would wish to obtain the secret of immortality, to sip on the elixir of thirst yet fathomed by mortal lips. [man fear death as many live unfulfilled lives...and are sub-sequentially scared of the end] you were seen as the incarnate o

Here i'll teach you the basics of rendering in photoshohp Step 1. First of all go Into window and make sure paths are ticked. Step 2. Then a palate will come up saying paths, go to it and in the bottom right there should be an active item which says create new path Step 3. At the top there is a bar, there are 3 icons, makesure middle one is selected, (paths). Step 4. when you have an image that you want to render, makesure that you have zoomed into the image 400%, Go on the tools bar, Step 5. look for the icon that looks like a pen, select it, then click on the outline or part that you want to render, when you first click with the pen to

A deepness  as deep as snow,   if my heart would  speak a name, if kindness was all my heartbeat would show. if to love, would we fear to love again...   Deeper that raindrops that wash  away  the heart that wears the oddest shape,   to dare to dream forgiveness, to empty promises  we make. Nearest to ruin we meet  with nothing left to lose tied between our two hands that meet. mid this poly-fiber  cloak, two worlds   in  twilight meet.

Birds they may lack feathers at birth but your colours would show in a covering snow resonating as you learnt me how to flutter but even with her lack of words she helped me learn to say what words couldn't she used eyes and ears and signs beyond ever letter; she could read rhymes and read my mind read every line, but better. She was my personal mind-reader while i was blind, even if she left i wouldn't see, as this was like scarlet fever. You was my eyes and i was your speech holding onto her with every effort as one without the other was neither.

I see the colour of your heart   all the different shades of emotion from a single teardrop.   image-less words now  span the canvas with flawless bursts of colour from  those brush-stokes. Now the  once colourless drifts now dreamy   and utmost                                                                as the bearer  of  new certainty.