Shape Of My Heart -->> <leon the professional>

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one

Well, those who speak know nothin'
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

Bedouin profile, Mount Sinai



-mgsmd "PT"

<where the streets have no name>

I want to run, I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside
I want to reach out and touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
(streets have no name)

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
(streets have no name)
ooh

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building, then burning down love
(Burning down), burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It's all I can do

The cities a flood and our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind, trampled in dust
I'll show you a place high on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
(streets have no name)
ooh

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building, then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It's all I can do

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building, then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there, I go there with you
It's all I can do

open the door !! peaks head into room.... are you still on a rant..lol..
... hearing. the sound of the trigger of a rifle being cocked back.... immediately pulls head out of door closes door behind him self.. and shout out loud while running down the hallway..
.. I can see you're busy I'll come back some other time..lol

Here Milo... Here boy...!

Mistakes

We were neither too young
Nor too old, back then
Simple things were all that mattered
We didn't ask for much

What happened?

I had my convictions
You had your doubts
I wanted to hold off
You wanted to hang on

What happened?

The weight of hesitation
Time passing for nothing
But the comfort of seeming
Together without being

What happened?

Fear of the unknown
Dread of what's ahead
Inaction
Anger

What happened?

Tried, again, too much...
More than I could bear
To give into and take
Was a slap and a blow

What happened?

Letting go
Each part and all at once
Wasn't easy
For either of our reasons...



Now my page is blank
With a marker in hand
I lend you my last eraser
For the pencil sketches you still keep on yours




-mgsmd "PT" 02/2015

You are a very prolific person.
Whom ever hurt you was a idiot.

^ ..

Oh, idiocy...
Could've been me...


rectifications underway



No1-- haha
Kleenex and milo always welcome here

What Goes Around

I once written a story... of a dying grandmother
Given a lease on life... by an answered prayer
Many were happy... praised God for his grace
Except one, too many... because it had been her daughter...

I once spread my doubts... of why my faith lie
In a God I could not... see, hear, touch nor discern the logic of
This may have been normal... but then again, not
For my battle was not with him... it was just with me...

I once met a man... a criminal, they said
His life was unusual... doubtful but fantastic
Hard to keep away... secrecy have been made
Truth had me bound... a criminal had me saved...

I once read a book... contradictory and archaic
It gathered much dust... until it begged to be read
When I understood... what true hypocrisy was
Only then... did I pray it would speak...





mgsmd "PT" 02/2015