tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39592177984304023302011-04-22T02:29:42.890+02:00- about love &amp; passion that will always toggle my mind ... Strenght and HonorChristian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-90411888460678419312007-12-15T11:51:00.001+01:002009-01-26T21:19:16.610+01:00Respect is when you accept things about my feelings without understanding why<br /><br />Respect is when i beg about things and you accept it without comments<br /><br />Respect is when you show consideration and speciel attention about the things that makes me happy or  sad<br /><br />Respect is that we understand each others limits and do not cross them<br /><br />Respect is to talk nicely to each other<br /><br />Respect is to be able to forgive and then go on<br /><br />Respect is to stay within the subject during a conversation<br /><br />Respect is to be loved and without respect ... love is grounded and pointless<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-9041188846067841931?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-72316961038482110472007-12-09T09:07:00.000+01:002007-12-09T09:34:18.250+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1umMClVF-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/4hIvyevlvdU/s1600-h/booze.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141886125355636706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1umMClVF-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/4hIvyevlvdU/s200/booze.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Why is she in love with me?<br />When she's hot enough for George C<br />The answer still remain<br />Through unthoughtful bunches of blame<br /><br />Goes out to wine and dine<br />No worries, its all just fine<br />Drowns in oceans of booze<br />Like there was nothing to loose<br /><br />Compassion and influence were lost<br />When a series of bad mouth were tossed<br />No co-determination or participatory<br />All ends in a blaze of glory<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-7231696103848211047?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-5998716877390021472007-12-05T21:15:00.002+01:002009-01-26T21:26:04.713+01:00Happiness is to know that you love me more than anything<br />Happiness is to know that I love you more than anything<br />Happiness is to wake up next to you<br />Happiness is when you make me feel safe<br />Happiness is to play with your feet<br /><div>Happiness is to know that you will be mine forever<br />Happiness is to make love to you<br />Happiness is to kiss you<br />Happiness is when you let me take pictures of you<br />Happiness is getting a long personal mail from you<br />Happiness is when you hold me and tug yourself into me<br />Happiness is when you sleep on the couch ... and I can watch<br />Happiness is when you give me credit in front of others</div><div>Happiness is to pick nice shoes with you ... for you<br />Happiness is to see you make an effort in your work and in your world<br />Happiness is to smell you</div><div>Happiness is to travel far away with you<br />Happiness is to sleep in a hotel with you<br />Happiness is when you undress<br />Happiness is to eat your fabulous food<br />Happiness is to share a bowl of popcorn with you<br />Happiness is to do the dishes with you while chatting<br />Happiness is to get a loving SMS from you<br />Happiness is to take a walk with you<br />Happiness is to see you naked<br />Happiness is when you look me deep into my eyes and I get all dizzy<br />Happiness is to build a comon future with you<br />Happiness is to make love to you gently<br />Happiness is to visit our families together<br />Happiness is to dance with you<br />Happiness is when you care for my children<br />Happiness is that we have much in comon<br />Happiness is that you like to stay at home and be twosome<br />Happiness is to watch a good movie with you<br />Happiness is to give you an orgasm<br />Happiness is to hold your hand<br />Happiness is to experience the world with you<br />Happiness is to go shopping with you<br />Happiness is to throw a party with you<br />Happiness is to make love to you hard<br />Happiness is to go on vacation with you<br />Happiness is to see you lie on the beach sunbathing<br /><br /><strong>Happiness is that I am your man...</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-599871687739002147?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-78378643781896706132007-12-05T19:33:00.001+01:002007-12-05T21:58:35.823+01:00<p><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e102fbb68450e894" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1ayAqfnIII/AAAAAAAAAgY/xiZye3z7kX8/s1600-h/DSC02642.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140491749166620802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1ayAqfnIII/AAAAAAAAAgY/xiZye3z7kX8/s200/DSC02642.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My green eyes turn to black<br />I will not speak no more<br />I’m forced under attack<br />I will not win this war<br /><br />My words are misunderstood<br />And evil ones are returned from thee<br />Go hide under my hood<br />No Speak No Evil for me</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-5145448125532042962?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-87882915638969064312007-12-05T13:12:00.000+01:002007-12-05T13:37:45.153+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1aYY6fnIHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RUb4zwcv1Gc/s1600-h/DSC02643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140463578476126322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1aYY6fnIHI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RUb4zwcv1Gc/s200/DSC02643.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Damn all the times I got jealous </div><div>Damn all the times that I cried </div><div>Damn all the days tossed between us </div><div>Damn all the times that I died </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />She thinks it’s so tough on her side </div><div>She says I complain too much </div><div>She thinks’ she’s better off without me </div><div>Damn all the times that I tried<br /><br />Damn did I find me a white rose?<br />Damn does it fade into black?<br />Damn better find me the right dose<br />Damn me it’s time to step back</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-8788291563896906431?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-66538801385275061132007-12-05T09:19:00.000+01:002007-12-05T21:40:13.027+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1ZjDKfnIGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ww9tqdsc36Y/s1600-h/DSC02644.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140404930697699426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1ZjDKfnIGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ww9tqdsc36Y/s200/DSC02644.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Feel like i'm gonna puke<br />Nausea springs to my throat<br /><br />All I believed in are down the trashcan now for sure<br />My heart is broken into pieces<br />What have I done to deserve this?<br />All I did was give love, lots of love<br />Backup and trust and knowledge and tenderness<br />Got thrown away in an instant of time</p><p>She told me to fuck myself, and that's what i will try<br />I'll pack my bags and rest for now, before my heart will frye<br />My longings are to tough to match<br />Tried too hard to be the perfect catch<br />Better try to relax and wait<br />Before i throw my love out as bait<br /></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-6653880138527506113?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-21876370071489317772007-12-04T23:53:00.000+01:002007-12-05T00:08:54.082+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XaqqfnIDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/svhZY51nN9w/s1600-h/DSC02639.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140254976209526834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XaqqfnIDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/svhZY51nN9w/s200/DSC02639.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p><br />The Painted Walls is all around me,<br />surrounding me,<br />talks to me,<br />reminds me of the giant that lives in my heart </p><p>The love I gave her, the love I give her,<br />is like a stronghold</p><p>Does she realize that?<br />does she truly know?</p><p>No i'm not just a passing<br />I'm her rock<br />I'm her man<br />I'm her palette of love<br />My face is a palette, the palette is my face<br />I'm in The Painted Walls<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XdGKfnIEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9ll1XM2fSOM/s1600-h/DSC02648.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140257647679184962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XdGKfnIEI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9ll1XM2fSOM/s200/DSC02648.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-2187637007148931777?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-3169097632414440232007-12-04T23:36:00.002+01:002009-01-26T21:29:54.821+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XWrafnICI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qjmKm0ZpE-c/s1600-h/DSC02638.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140250591047917602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XWrafnICI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qjmKm0ZpE-c/s200/DSC02638.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tic Toc Tic Toc, there goes my clock<br />Shows me the time and I cry<br />My heart just stoned, became a rock<br />The day she said goodbye<br /><br />Tic Toc Tic Toc, there goes my clock<br />The hours feels like pain<br />Oh fuck, I suck, just out of luck<br />Won't live my life in vain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-316909763241444023?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-7693378130146054972007-12-04T21:01:00.000+01:002007-12-05T00:34:06.140+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1Xj2afnIFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qtQ2ibXsSEY/s1600-h/DSC02640.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140265073677639762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1Xj2afnIFI/AAAAAAAAAgA/qtQ2ibXsSEY/s200/DSC02640.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wish I could write me a love poem<br />Something tells me oh yes I can<br />The puzzles thou in my heart roam<br />Makes me just a shell of a man<br /><br />I get so disappointed<br />I do that every time<br />I sit and wait as expected<br />My heart filled with loving and rhyme<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XS7KfnH_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/lQlyAhTWl08/s1600-h/DSC02641.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140246463584346098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XS7KfnH_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/lQlyAhTWl08/s200/DSC02641.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I should know that she won’t betray me<br />That her heart is filled with my love<br />Through evil I run to escape thee<br />The thoughts fetching me in its glove<br /><br />I just get so damn disappointed<br />Why can’t she see that I do?<br />Is my love to large or perfected?<br />And sticks to her like evil glue<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XTwafnIAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/KdBD1auiEzk/s1600-h/DSC02647.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140247378412380162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XTwafnIAI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/KdBD1auiEzk/s200/DSC02647.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I must get back to my “Strength and Honor”<br />Put evil asleep for tonight<br />Tomorrow again I will await her<br />To call me and make things all right<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-769337813014605497?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959217798430402330.post-11293576766147519652007-12-03T23:44:00.000+01:002007-12-05T14:03:57.247+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XWC6fnIBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1_5znBPRWco/s1600-h/DSC02637.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140249895263215634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p0U4BtNRl6g/R1XWC6fnIBI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1_5znBPRWco/s200/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is a puzzle I must admit... But something in me forces me to do it.<br /><br />Do what? Write about what toggles my mind, my bright mind, my dark mind, my open mind, my closed mind, my beautiful and evil thoughts, the thoughts that fulfills me, the thoughts that betray me…<br /><br /><br />I must be strong, Strength and Honor… You like the sound of it? I got to have Strength, because my strength honors me as a human, as a man.<br /><br />But what’s wrong about feeling sad about love, poetry and life I ask myself? What’s wrong with the dark side?<br /><br />You don’t know the power of the dark side… or maybe you do... I think I do.<br /><br />Only time will tell if we get out of here...<br /><br />ALIVE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959217798430402330-1129357676614751965?l=togglemind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christian Broberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10449317840334949535noreply@blogger.com0