oh my lover

Music TunesI don’t want to say your name

I don’t want to play your game

I feel a fool

Do you


Trouble before we start

Never can we part

But we do

We do


Never was I so into a woman like you


Never was I so in love like with you

Oh Never

Never was I meant to be but with you

Only you

Never will I be for anyone but . . . you

oh oh oh oh


Features blur in sight

I’m losing my might

So into you

Oh you


Let’s play the game

I’m slowly insane

So are you

We two


Never was I so into a woman like you

oh noo

Never was I so in love like with you

oh you

Never was I meant to be but with you

no no no nooo

Never will I be for anyone but . . . you

oh my lover


Keeper of the heart, keeps us apart . . . but I’m . . . in you . . .we two. oh my loverrrrr




Wicked Game by Chris Isaak was covered by Phillip Phillips a fellow Southern boy. I had the words flowing through my had being in a certain somewhat melancholy mood. Then I heard Phillips’ version. The tune and rhythm was it. If you you like you can click the link to get an idea of the sound.   http://youtu.be/grqrlGwoOU0


Much Respect, Much Love, & Much Heartache



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Electrocution of the Lost Mind

Electricity Tesla

Electrocution of the Lost Mind


Electricity split his skull, into a cobweb of blue and white.

His eyes glowed in their sockets, but all only visible to his inner sight


Everyone looked at him as if he were an invalid, mad, or  insane.

Their eyes held pity, but there actions spoke shouting into his brain.


His darkness crept around him, from inside to the out.

Then whenever his brain exploded, no one heard him shout.


Faintly prancing little feet dancing into his way.

Dainty little  jade green eyes saying more than anyone could say.


Reality would never stay in his land for long.

In truth if it did he would forever say it was wrong.


Peace and quiet were to far and fleeting gone.

If he ever thought to rest, his mind would slip out in a yawn.



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by: Ronovan

Black and White Question Marks

“So you’re a loner, huh?”

“I’m sitting in a dark room…by myself…and you ask me that?”

“This could just be a momentary thing, right?”


“Dude, what is your problem?”

“You’re the one intruding on my time and you are asking me what my problem is?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Are you mental or something?”

“If I were the one sitting alone in the dark all the time staring at a computer screen and making up stories that no one will read then you could say I was mental, okay?”

“You’re making fun of me now aren’t you?”

“Dude, don’t you realize you make fun of yourself every time you exist?”

“Why do you have a problem with me?”

“Don’t you think you should ask yourself that question?

“What are you talking about?

“Dude, how many people are in this room?”


“Don’t you realize I am you?”

“And who else understands me enough to talk to?”

“Does anyone understand anybody enough really?”

“Am I going insane?”

“Are you already there?”


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Superstitious of a Day

Superstitious of a Day

by: Ronovan

(I had pars of Superstition by Stevie Wonder going through my brain while writing this, if you want the beat.)

 Friday 13th

Your superstitious mind

Keeps trippin’ up your brain

Keep on believin’

It’ll slowly drive you insane


Things do happen

They happen all the time

Don’t you keep worrying

Or you’re going to lose your mind


You’re very contradictions

So intellectually inclined

But come a day with a number

Your reason I cannot find


You’re so superstitious

Keep trippin’ in your brain

Baby keep believin’

And you’ll end up insane


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