tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19844575057032970622011-04-21T15:50:10.880-07:00FloeticSolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691354557977183915noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984457505703297062.post-22012676069234471902008-08-04T13:12:00.000-07:002008-08-04T13:45:18.107-07:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Reveal your soul through the fruit of your lips.</strong></span></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong>I push my thoughts in the fast lane. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Got my mind going apace. In a pace with high impetus.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong>I try but cant restrain.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong>I push my thoughts in the fast lane.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Circling around my own meditation. High off of my own drug.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong>I try but I cant restrain.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong>Im pushing. There is no discipline in my thoughts.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1984457505703297062-2201267606923447190?l=floeticsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FloeticSolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691354557977183915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1984457505703297062.post-7118219245654876472008-08-03T16:24:00.000-07:002008-08-03T16:38:17.253-07:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Reveal your soul through the fruit of your lips.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Dark place. No luminosity.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>You would think my mind could fathom alteration.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>But Im stuck in this same region with no type of conception.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Time pasts. Still here.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>I wanna move to a higher plateau. Higher ethos.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>Higher place with a higher power.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>You would think my mind could fathom alteration.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>But Im still stuck in places of trepidation.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><strong>I wanna move.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1984457505703297062-711821924565487647?l=floeticsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>FloeticSolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691354557977183915noreply@blogger.com2