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Erne1111

29 / M / Straight / Single

Reseda, California

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Step Up (Poetry Journal)

Step it in
Step it in,
Stick up the chin.
No ones gonna take
whats within.

Step it up
Step it up,
And drink it up.
We'll make them shut up.

Rules a must,
But only Truth is just.
Im still here,
but my cares a bust.

Ahhhhh, the old ways now rust,
Ahhhhh, im a new nucleus.
Make me configure the lock,
for me they lust.

Step it out
Step it out,
Tell what im about.
They will feel what I felt
when my fears poured out.

Ahhhhh, they'll shout
Ahhhhh, self worth in doubt.
Ahhhhh, I filled my cup,
Step up, drink up and shut up.

Step it in
Step it in,
Stick up the chin.
No ones gonna take
whats within.

Step it up
Step it up,
And drink it up.
We'll make them shut up.

Rules a must,
But only Truth is just.
Im still here,
but my cares a bust.

Ahhhhh, the old ways now rust,
Ahhhhh, im a new nucleus.
Make me configure the lock,
for me they lust.

Step it out
Step it out,
Tell what im about.
They will feel what I felt
when my fears poured out.

Ahhhhh, they'll shout
Ahhhhh, self worth in doubt.
Ahhhhh, I filled my cup,
Step up, drink up and shut up.

Step Up (Poetry Journal)

Mysterious Booth (Dream Journal)

I was like in this house, i guess its supposed to be my house. Its huge and im in like what looks like the lobby of a lodge w/ a huge window w/ a view. its kinda dark out but i can make out a thick forest of trees. i look over to the corner of the room and i see a booth looking thing that i go into, it looks kinda metallic, and there are symbols on a dash no controller or whatever just button looking symbols that you dont press. i looked at each button and controlled it w/ my mind. as i looked at each 1 in a series each did something different. all of a sudden im off, like into the sky, and it takes me to this really nice green grassy area, i see some woods, and beyond i see as i get closer what appears to be stone henge. im floating above, all of a sudden is see this guy running from out from the trees in the woods. he looks freaked out, he has a dark full beard and has like this skin thing, he looks like a cave man. all of a sudden i see this t-rex looking thing behind him. im like oh shit dude! what the! the guys running i realize as it seamed like he purposely made the beast chase him, and i can feel in him that hes trying to trap him. he runs towards stone henge it seams to trap him in. i feel real bad cuz we both start realizing, it aint gonna happen. he sees the stones are too wide apart. he reaches the stones, freaked out runs around a stone, the beast goes around and right when hes gonna get him, me and the dude make eye contact. and i feel myself pulled towards him, and become him at that moment, and m like nooo. then i wake up. I have some ideas of what it means. i dream of a similar room, living room w/ the huge windows and trees. I think its my mind.
but what is weird is this was before i had bought my playstation 2 or even new what it looked like. one day im playing and i remember the dream, i realize the symbols on the control are the same, i had various games, one is a jet fighter game w/ a scene of gun turrets formed like stone henge that you fly over, i have a hunting game where the animals will chase you and attack. wiieeerrrdd!! very similar emotions in the dream as playing the games.

I was like in this house, i guess its supposed to be my house.Its huge and im in like what looks like the lobby of a lodge w/ ahuge window w/ a view. its kinda dark out but i can make out athick forest of trees. i look over to the corner of the room and isee a booth looking thing that i go into, it looks kinda metallic,and there are symbols on a dash no controller or whatever justbutton looking symbols that you dont press. i looked at each buttonand controlled it w/ my mind. as i looked at each 1 in a serieseach did something different. all of a sudden im off, like into thesky, and it takes me to this really nice green grassy area, i seesome woods, and beyond i see as i get closer what appears to bestone henge. im floating above, all of a sudden is see this guyrunning from out from the trees in the woods. he looks freaked out,he has a dark full beard and has like this skin thing, he lookslike a cave man. all of a sudden i see this t-rex looking thingbehind him. im like oh shit dude! what the! the guys running irealize as it seamed like he purposely made the beast chase him,and i can feel in him that hes trying to trap him. he runs towardsstone henge it seams to trap him in. i feel real bad cuz we bothstart realizing, it aint gonna happen. he sees the stones are toowide apart. he reaches the stones, freaked out runs around a stone,the beast goes around and right when hes gonna get him, me and thedude make eye contact. and i feel myself pulled towards him, andbecome him at that moment, and m like nooo. then i wake up. I havesome ideas of what it means. i dream of a similar room, living roomw/ the huge windows and trees. I think its my mind.
but what is weird is this was before i had bought my playstation 2or even new what it looked like. one day im playing and i rememberthe dream, i realize the symbols on the control are the same, i hadvarious games, one is a jet fighter game w/ a scene of gun turretsformed like stone henge that you fly over, i have a hunting gamewhere the animals will chase you and attack. wiieeerrrdd!! verysimilar emotions in the dream as playing the games.

Mysterious Booth (Dream Journal)

First Wave (Song Journal)

This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,

The reds are back
in full attack,
to take the free
and they're democracy.

Its 2001 the wars begun,
Used the muslims, gave them guns.
We sat back as they fed us lies
and now they sit as people die.

This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,

What is this red star bull shit
that everyone wears, this aint cute,
I dont recal anti-american being cool.
Might as well wear a svastica too,
we'll all be stylish freakin fools.

This is just the first wave,
This is just the first wave,
This is just the first wave,
This is just the first wave,

Whats the next wave gonna be,
the south koreans, latin america
seams fair game to the Chinese.
ANy fool can cross the border, see.

This could be the next wave,
This could be the next wave,
This could be the next wave,
This could be the next wave.

This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,

The reds are back
in full attack,
to take the free
and they're democracy.

Its 2001 the wars begun,
Used the muslims, gave them guns.
We sat back as they fed us lies
and now they sit as people die.

This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,
This was just the first wave,

What is this red star bull shit
that everyone wears, this aint cute,
I dont recal anti-american being cool.
Might as well wear a svastica too,
we'll all be stylish freakin fools.

This is just the first wave,
This is just the first wave,
This is just the first wave,
This is just the first wave,

Whats the next wave gonna be,
the south koreans, latin america
seams fair game to the Chinese.
ANy fool can cross the border, see.

This could be the next wave,
This could be the next wave,
This could be the next wave,
This could be the next wave.

First Wave (Song Journal)

Lost (Poetry Journal)

Im lost
and dont know where to go.
Im outside looking in
and its feeling cold.

Oh wont you show me to the door
Oh wont you let me feel the warmth.

Im lost
Theres empty space around me
I used the stars to find my way
but im still lost things still dark.

Oh wont you fill the space with life
oh wont you give this darkness light.

Why we get lost i dont know
if in the end what we find we already hold.

Im lost
and dont know where to go.
Im outside looking in
and its feeling cold.

Oh wont you show me to the door
Oh wont you let me feel the warmth.

Im lost
Theres empty space around me
I used the stars to find my way
but im still lost things still dark.

Oh wont you fill the space with life
oh wont you give this darkness light.

Why we get lost i dont know
if in the end what we find we already hold.

Lost (Poetry Journal)

Light Form (Poetry Journal)

Multi-facetted
multi-dimensional light,
I am expressed.
Complications to form this life,
music beats in my chest.
Eyes to face myself in the rest.

They chase, I fight, I cry.
So many placed to hide,
they hide, self burden, why?
On my knees with Christ.
Blessed when dry I am blind.

Mental psychic emotional ride,
but the eyes of Micheal
are truth and right, All is right.

A new phase is born,
through old ways torn.
We are more bright,
my light to fight,
my light to write.

Multi-facetted
multi-dimensional light,
I am expressed.
Complications to form this life,
music beats in my chest.
Eyes to face myself in the rest.

They chase, I fight, I cry.
So many placed to hide,
they hide, self burden, why?
On my knees with Christ.
Blessed when dry I am blind.

Mental psychic emotional ride,
but the eyes of Micheal
are truth and right, All is right.

A new phase is born,
through old ways torn.
We are more bright,
my light to fight,
my light to write.

Light Form (Poetry Journal)

Unto Others is Unto Thyself (Poetry Journal)

I see you
I see me,
All unnatural
is faulty.

Only that that is
has and will be,
is orderly.

I am you
You are me,
Extension of you
Extension of me.

Find you what gave you
the breath of life,
Help me to save you
Help you to save me.

Find you to make you bright
One are we,
as one we're free.

I see you
I see me,
All unnatural
is faulty.

Only that that is
has and will be,
is orderly.

I am you
You are me,
Extension of you
Extension of me.

Find you what gave you
the breath of life,
Help me to save you
Help you to save me.

Find you to make you bright
One are we,
as one we're free.

Unto Others is Unto Thyself (Poetry Journal)

Single Revolution (Poetry Journal)

Learned to feel your pain,
Learned to swim again.

Smoke a mental haze,
Fought the mental daze.

Single Revolution,
Purify Pollution.

I'm a living mystery,
Wrongs will be erased.

Tamed imagination,
no more misery.

Learned to feel your pain,
Learned to swim again.

Smoke a mental haze,
Fought the mental daze.

Single Revolution,
Purify Pollution.

I'm a living mystery,
Wrongs will be erased.

Tamed imagination,
no more misery.

Single Revolution (Poetry Journal)

Deep Wounds (Poetry Journal)

Deep wounds
that haven't healed,
open and bleed
pain and fears.

Fears of what I know
and know to control,
Control I havent
learned to feel.

Love, pain killer
and taker of fear,
But love, what we're afraid
to share and feel.

Deep wounds
that haven't healed,
open and bleed
pain and fears.

Fears of what I know
and know to control,
Control I havent
learned to feel.

Love, pain killer
and taker of fear,
But love, what we're afraid
to share and feel.

Deep Wounds (Poetry Journal)

The Red is not Dead (Poetry Journal)

The Red, Dead?
The Red, Dead?
The Red, Dead?

The Red is not Dead!
The Red is not Dead!

Get it through your freakin head!
You stupid eagle out of bed,
Theres a demented bear your blood can shed.
You're hanging on a freakin thread,
With a saber 3 slices to the head.
It'll be more, big freakin threat.

You think your wings will set you free,
The cold is gonna get colder,
you'll probably freeze.
Stomp your face, no friends are these.

Its all been written, so let me read.

The Red, Dead?
The Red, Dead?
The Red, Dead?

The Red is not Dead!
The Red is not Dead!

Get it through your freakin head!
You stupid eagle out of bed,
Theres a demented bear your blood can shed.
You're hanging on a freakin thread,
With a saber 3 slices to the head.
It'll be more, big freakin threat.

You think your wings will set you free,
The cold is gonna get colder,
you'll probably freeze.
Stomp your face, no friends are these.

Its all been written, so let me read.

The Red is not Dead (Poetry Journal)

Singing Monkey's (Poetry Journal)

Bring in the monkey's we've got a show,
wait the one that sings has got a cold.
The drumming monkey today got sold.

"Where's the band! Where's the band!",
The crowd demands.
Come on John I understand
but things are getting out of hand.
Pop in a cd they'll lip sink.
Freakin monkey's! On the stage!
The crowd then began to rage.

We love those monkey's, Entertain!
Not real to us don't see the pain.
Just make us scream and make us laugh,
or the jerk that feeds you'll give you crap.

Bring in the monkey's we've got a show,
wait the one that sings has got a cold.
The drumming monkey today got sold.

"Where's the band! Where's the band!",
The crowd demands.
Come on John I understand
but things are getting out of hand.
Pop in a cd they'll lip sink.
Freakin monkey's! On the stage!
The crowd then began to rage.

We love those monkey's, Entertain!
Not real to us don't see the pain.
Just make us scream and make us laugh,
or the jerk that feeds you'll give you crap.

Singing Monkey's (Poetry Journal)