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~tasha~

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The Road to Nowhere


To travel the road to nowhere.
The soul's dark amazon.
Eternal peace is anywhere,
the mind might set upon.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To know you're really gone.
And when you finally get there,
to find your god is Ron.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
There's something in the dark.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that leaves a lasting mark.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
Old secrets gather dust.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that reeks decay and must.

To travel the road to nowhere.
Reading signposts from beyond.
As self-deceit completes defeat,
a cold ghost light is shone,
on Ron. On Ron.

He learned to sham at his father's knee.
He knew the power of story.
He lived by lies and fantasies,
and dreamed of fame and glory.

So travel the road but beware,
for he drew an arcane map.
His weak and dismal followers,
could see no fatal trap.

But in his inner circle,
his worth would soon reveal.
To those that rail and cavil,
he'd crush beneath his heel.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
The sweetest scent of musk.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
as warm and moist as lust.

To travel the road to nowhere.
It's not the smoothest ride.
To have all faith you must defer,
to a self-referring guide.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To avoid the rush and throng.
Unravel in the space of somewhere,
and sing a specious song.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
It's got an evil breath.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
that toys with fear and death.

To travel the road to nowhere.
And wield your magic wand.
A shuffling prisoner of despair,
when fragile hopes abscond.

To travel the road to nowhere.
A funeral dress you don.
All truth is moulded out there,
like a Sci-Fi writer's con.

There's something in the cupboard, boy.
You hear it scratch and whine.
There's something in the cupboard, boy,
both bedevilled and divine.

To travel the road to nowhere.
To follow a different sun.
To travel the road with due care,
not to end as you begun.

To travel the road to nowhere,
to life's grim denouement.
Be sighted by the cross hairs,
released from earthly bond.

To travel the road to nowhere.
Your face is drawn and wan.
Your self-belief masks hidden grief,
while the thief of time moves on.
Posted 27 Dec 2006

~tasha~ says
thanx king and plz update
Posted 07 Aug 2007

kOoLeSt1 says
nice
Posted 07 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
kOoLeSt1 said:

nice



thx
Posted 07 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
KING OF JB said:

ur welcome sanorita and dont worried soon i will



okies
Posted 07 Aug 2007

^dewaja^ says
WOW
Posted 08 Aug 2007

^dewaja^ says
WELKM DOST
Posted 08 Aug 2007

Fairl_Girl says
COOL V COOL
Posted 09 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
Posted 09 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
^dewaja^ said:

WOW



thxxxxx
Posted 09 Aug 2007

^dewaja^ says
POST MORE DOST
Posted 09 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;


Her cheeks were so red and white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;


And I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.


I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;


Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair not the least bit curled;


Yet for old sake's sake, she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.
Posted 12 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
"Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpeck'd cherries,
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheek'd peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries; -
All ripe together
In summer weather...
Posted 13 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shallot.
Posted 13 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
v gud
Posted 13 Aug 2007

^dewaja^ says
NICE ONE DOST
Posted 14 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
Hints of final fragrances dally,
as summer comes to rest.
Fond seashore memories we tally,
soon autumn dorns it dress.

Bring forth palette of Creator's hues,
burnt orange and crimson red,
Cocoons to be spun and leaves to lose,
geese fly south overhead.

Come deck the night sky oh harvest moon,
light the fields, gather round.
Come reap the crops we sowed in June,
moonbeams dance on the ground.

Rose petals shall fall, yet thorns remain,
reminds us summer past.
Stems brittle, prickly still causes pain,
cycles of life contrast.

So much of God's beauty to partake,
inhale, senses to please.
Tapestry waves as colors awake,
hello my autumn breeze.
Posted 14 Aug 2007

good sharings
Posted 14 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
QUEEN VICTORIA said:

good sharings



Posted 15 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says



Like flowers in God's garden we bloom,
quench our thirst with His love.
Makes us sweet with His fragrant perfume,
showering down from above.

Adorned with hues, colors unique,
images to aptly trace.
Behold beauty, creation's mystique,
flowering human race.

Fragile, soft petals blow in the breeze,
thrive within friendship's care.
God sprinkles with kindness all He sees,
upon the blooms so fair.

Grow together in harmony's voice,
so all may nobly live.
Let His grace make acceptence your choice,
teach us all to forgive.

In time He will gather flowers sweet,
calling them home to stay.
When life in His garden becomes complete,
become heavenly bouquets.
Posted 15 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
Posted 15 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Posted 15 Aug 2007

^dewaja^ says
GR8 WORK BOTH U
Posted 15 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
thanx

time to update king
Posted 18 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
waiting...
Posted 21 Aug 2007

^dewaja^ says
WAITING 2
Posted 21 Aug 2007

Miss mine says


    Gr8 Work
Posted 22 Aug 2007

ahan nice king and tasha
Posted 22 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
Miss mine said:



    Gr8 Work



thanx sweets
Posted 23 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
KING OF JB said:





Happy dear?



yehaaa
Posted 23 Aug 2007

~tasha~ says
Queen of jb said:

ahan nice king and tasha



thanx queen
Posted 23 Aug 2007

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