All children have a vision and a wonderful dream They see their future as part of history So they must learn so carefully at their own pace of life Never hit a child to learn or study a lesson let children learn to live and play let them be happy and smile every hour every single day never beat those expressions of thoughts and happiness away and shout in his ears and fill his thoughts with paranoid fears and leave those children closed in the mind in tatters and fears and then tell them they are not worthy to be part of our human race Because one day life will hit you in the face,and you'll become a bleeding discrace

All children have love and believe in miracles science and insight And all the lessons in life are given to us for free Intelligence is a vision of knowledge and dreams And all this excitement of life forms hyperactivity A thousand things to do with plenty of toys to play So life can be so happy and full of impulsive activity A child's mind begins to form a life with a beautiful dream So never make a child sit,or beg for his toys,never control a child manner this way So give the child a dream and let him work out their life on there own if you take away their emotional control away They will always hide their emotions away And all emotions will then grow like a seed for a tree Especially if you control hyperactivity hard and abusivily

I voyage around in a metal ship And never knowing where to go No mans land through seven seas A golden compass spins for me I try my luck in a thousand ways As i close my eyes my life just seems to float and fly But my dreams they never die

AM dirty wine they slaved my soul My love is full but cast away The moon is there to remind me so It light shines down those souls i curse Life of anger fills my thirst Those streams of life i want to burst And those i bite see the truth of sight It makes them hungry,,Makes them feast My love at one time was free to please But now the dregs of life,,I'll hold there soul And if you want to catch me I am at the ritz,and sipping ribena,and am keeping low So get the message and get it clear,A black hoodie with a flare

Dirty Wine. You seek to peep into our lives. You dress up, present yourself like an old friend, only to take advantage of us again. Dirty wine. Only here for a short time. To savor all that life has to offer. You pretend like you have it all figured out like you can give us the key to salvation. When all you do is turn the lock and open our sins up Dirty wine.

My mind and life are fulfilled So I searched around on top of a hill The strength of the sun feels so warm I feel its beauty in a hidden form A thousand sights i do see Faithful people all living free No more reasons to kill or fight The hill has filled me with a light

The mind of a genie With clarity and thoughts so clear Speaking tongues in enloping words See the future fill the sky with hope Your mind is so tense he unties the knot Rubs and cleans the stains till whitens shines Then they teach the children a lesson to learn A world full of darkness not made to burn Science of speech a thousand languages and a billion words And those thoughts of freedom in the mind of a bird with laughter and joy, All knowledge is shared All our lives,should be filled with love and care

Is death in a good note Or do we walk our path in a thundercoat Is death full of croaks Or kind and decent folk In death does life begin to pay nightmare or dreams asleep in hades Does white and black fade to grey In love and hate do we all pay In death do we walk in good and bad spirit Love and hate we all believe in it Is death but both heaven and hell And flesh and bone just a shell

my thoughts go out to those that care Most fallen down and worst for wear in a flame of light a warming tear my heart is open for us to share Some people take and love they steal But my boat floats with a wounded keel Hurt and pain we should not feel let me dream of peace that is really real Your words they just steal like a thief Those that joke are full of mischief when they bring down the shepards cleaf Smile and think of those golden leaves

People say you become what you hate. I never paid much attention to that saying until I began to recognize familiar traits in the very person I was becoming. And now I wonder… Am I truly becoming what I hate? Have my principles fallen so low, become so fragile, so worthless, that I no longer recognize the person I see? When did I begin to mirror the very things I once despised? When did the lines I swore never to cross become lines I stand on the other side of?