Radiohead — Harry Patch (In memory of) (Thanks to, We Listen For You)

Radiohead — These Are My Twisted Words (Mediafire)

Want you to see.

Run, run, run. I hope you can understand feelings, because that’s my
language. Hearts broken. Souls darkened. Lost loves. We are here.
Can’t run away. Shouldn’t turn around. I have to take one last look.
I have to see it. I have to touch it. My mind’s lost. Am I me? Where
am I? Lost in the land of angels. Treat me well. Time is gone. Knifes
cutting the ropes of innocent people. Bullets penetrating flesh of men.
Death is near. Death is there. Death is here. You can’t beat me. I will not
give in. I will survive. Don’t you try anything. You can’t fool me, I am the
almighty ghost. I am the almighty truth. I am the almighty…
Trust is to not be broken. My word is not to take with uncertainty.
Don’t you try to break me. Don’t you fake this. This is it. //

“I am Tracy Wick and/or My words, my wisdom” — July — 2009.

I know I sometimes tend to go ahead of myself and just shout out things
I have on my mind, like the new things that are going to happen. I wont
do that anymore, at least not that much. I do however think it’s good to
have a plan and good to plan what’s going to happen in the near future.

So here it is, the dates for publishing the new, better, longer and more
beautiful stuff. Later on, you all can look forward to this;
“The resurrection series” (July)
“Drugs, sex and high heels” (T.B.A.)
“I’m Tracy Wick” (T.B.A.)
“Fuck and/or Suck on this” (T.B.A.)

Fuck this, I have to take a beer and just chill.

I understand many don’t really know what love is, many says they haven’t
experienced, well that’s not true, we all have experienced love in some way.
Whether it’s by loving someone/be loved by someone or loving something.
Love for the nature is still love, love for heaven is love, love for rain is love.
Everything that gives a certain amount of happiness and gratitude is love, with
that I’m not saying happiness and love is the same, I’m saying that happiness
is the closest way to love. I know of many who only see things in black and white,
who can’t bend their views just a little bit and not taking life so seriously and
that’s a shame cause’ there’s many lovely things out there. I wonder why life is
what it is but that’s a question of life, my life, that’s something I will experience
every living day and for that I am grateful although all the bad things you get through
life is beautiful. Life has it’s downturns but it also has it’s peaks. Life has hate but it also
have love, which is much more powerful in it’s right essence.

Bad things happen, they do, to everyone, sometime in life. No one is spared from
bad things just as no one is spared from good things. I have grown as a man,
as a human, I have less negativity about life, I feel less sorry for myself, I see life
in a new light, I try to seek my destiny, I try to understand life, I now I can’t but
I’m not complaining. Everyone has bad days where everything is so fuckin’ horrible
but to have it everyday doesn’t help you as a human, it does not give life a bigger
meaning, a better purpose. People who are pessimists see life as a burden and not
the gift it truly is, think about all the beautiful things in life, the love, the happiness,
the green leafs, the pouring rain, the waterfalls, the sun, the moon, the night, the day,
the morning, the evening, the dusk, the dawn, beautiful men, beautiful women, hair
that floats in the wind, naked feet in the grass, hands touching, lips locking, tongues
wrestling, why shouldn’t we embrace all this?

This is life in it’s purest form, in it’s most advanced, most simplest ways. Life is beautiful,
life is grey, life is black, life is white, life is red, life is blue, life is yellow, life is green, life is
what it is, just life. Death enters all of our doors, lost souls appears everywhere but we
shouldn’t try to fight what we can’t handle, all life ends with death, you make yourself a
life for others to remember, you can make your life just your life, you can make it what
you want it to be. Death will come, death will always reap life. And in the end that is what
we all have as common, love, life, hate, death. Love is hate, hate is love. Life is death, death
is life.

Let’s call it a collection of sentences, yeah let’s do that.

By the streets of silence, I can see
No words nor whispers I can hear
Who are you if not you, am I me
Night is cruel, night is life, night is here
What is the day?

As words echoes through the light of the day
they miss they’re importance and greatness
I say, you say, they say, we say, let’s pray
We fail to seek peace in the paths of darkness
I am God by some measures, the devil by others
Hit me, pour on me rain, I believe in you.
Can’t you see it, the perfection, the calm?
Feel. Breathe. Touch. Believe. 

Love is all, love is nothing
Love is none, love is everything
Love is weak, love is strong
Love is bad, love is good
Love is love, Love is hate
Love is hope, Love is faith
Love is belief..