365 Daily Challenge Summary Week 41

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We have reached yet anhother week, only eleven weeks left of the challenge, and it still feels kind of surreal knowing this is ending soon. I still rember the first 50 days, and so much have happened since then. It has been a remake of a songtitle week and here is the tracks Used

 

Kurt Vile – Society is my friend

Alice in Chains – Nutshell

Steve Wilson – Postcard

Gazette – Filth in the beauty

immortal technique – Crimes of the heart

J Dilla feat common- So far to go

David Bowie – Aladdin Sane

 

Here they are:

Topic: Society is my friend I am jumping ropes with my best friend Rolling in the fast lane as we do what we can to solve all the worlds problem together to change ourselves to something better so we team up and reach out to those who need encouragement the stories went, lived happily ever after, pure nourishment to those who engouraged them to belive in themselves Society stood by my side just to help ever since I cried out for change recklessness was spilled out on the table and wiped off with peace hope was left in the last era of pleads Please keep your dark thoughts on hold and fight it with needs come out into the streets and just scream out your dreams cause that is the only response we would speak Society is my friend, It would never leave me As I produce another garden of Eden just to make em belive it

Topic: Nutshell Covering itself, the essence of a sheltered home skin so hard you can pin it with full strenght  without hurting the dome the secrets are kept in the center no vented air are slipped in to preserve the paper Closed off the world in case an armageddon is about to occur as much as it would prefer to open up, he refuse to become a saboteur All thoughts are based on upon security Life in a nutshell, based on purity, with no prosperities obscuritys are crushed into the shell welded thoughts are pattern of it as well and the claimed freedom of beeing closed in are really revelaed in the story you can reed from its skin Touched by so many hands trying to find theirs but they won´t find it cause they hide it underneath just as many layers

Topic: Postcard He does not know how to phrase those words so he bends the pencil around to see if something will emerge it is all there, but he just can´t think so he starts by writing her name in invisible ink tries to get that postcard to sound hard but her name scares him, rips open those scars If he could only raise those bar and chase those stars, it would be so much easier to erase those marks He feels the sparks running through that pencil he has spent weeks on just carving out the stencils the message that has carved his heart out so he starts to write and blood comes out and no doubt the pain is visible, the wrists on the arms paint the picture the borders are inprinted with her initials at the top and he finally dots her name over the pulsating vein until she screams STOP!

Topic: Filth in the beauty the beautiful fasade was tainted by a sour grape got this sour taste in her mouth whenever she released the drapes revealed herself, vulnerable and out of shape she had a taste of dirt and filth, and desires she could not escape beat herself downwards, supressing the flower she was carrying buried in the flesh and blood of her opressed desired dreams searching for that evil, to express her disbeliefs in a system that systematicly chased her with her needs she would rather bleed for days, than embrace the fake pleasing so many reasons not to, but she could not help those feelings dealing with this every day she had learned to carry on but the beauty of her being, died so long ago tired of running, a stunning beauty quickly fading from the dark filthy venom injected daily cause she made it Can´t look in the mirror, cause she can´t face the killer that murdered her inner most valuable image

Topic: Crimes of the heart 30 years of crime fighting pushed love into writing and oppressed the beating of my heart as I stood on the verge of breaking apart and It actually broke in half and bled over my body parts Have jump started the ignition to a false start just to be first to the goal line, when love was looking for a partner dearly departed, we are gathered here to day to claim the father reveal all your armor, and we will promise that you can never harm her Used the copied key to her heart to break it open and revealed pandoras box when it screamed out the hopelessness was scared to death before i found my face revealed in the center the evil mentor that fought crime but reinvented the dissentor of everything it stood for, and let the bleading heart bleed to death I Killed my own heartbeat twice, just to feel the pain at its last breath The crimerate of everything I ever accomplished are found in every heartbeat, and painted on the wall and on my arm wrists

Topic: So far to go On so many levels, so many stages we have walked through the ages aimless, but never stainless, we left some stains that have change the pressence and the past of it all, seen the rise an fall of something beautiful, but we haven´t seen it all we have so far to go, to show our real faces but not a single minute is ever wasted I reuse every minute that I have loved for days in and out through the faces of longing after something amazing always amezed with the ability we have to adapt to the changes and longing for it as well, presidential campaigns should copy and paste this and build upon it, instead of tearing it down carry the crown with pride, love to see the downside of a frown cause we need a smile to reach where we are going now or else we will be stuck here forever without even reaching and be the first generation that didn´t evolve past its teachings

Topic: Aladdin sane Genie in a bottle, three wishes for our sane hero hopes on a battlefield, crushed them in pain close to zero millions weep a fountain, just in case of sunrise a million sons cry, inside, just before the sun rise lying there in hiding, this might be the last night don´t even remember the reason for this last fight all he wish for is to get back safe to fly over the bullets from tommorows strafe struck by the fear, bot rubbing his bottle gently just as long as he got faith, no one can catch him He had a lifetime ahead of him, smashed to pieces the ruins of his beating heart, crashed when it releases the bloodstream through the veins, the fear of the people when the chances of survival drasticly decreases he had searched for all the courage needed to face this war, but he could not chase the evil that grew inside of him, he could never win cause this would chase him to the grave, and the genie could not erase the sins   Peace MesAyah

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