I wanna draw a bird
Flying, Gliding, Free!
Speeding along the forest
In search of its nest
I wanna draw a lion
Proud, Running, Free!
Pouncing on its prey
Like the king of his day
I wanna draw a stream
Swift, Shining, Free!
Passing through the dry lands
Quenching thirst, Cleansing pains
I wanna draw a mountain
Mighty, Strong, Free!
Holding together this divided ground
For milleniums alone
I wanna draw a tree
Pure, Giving, Free!
A thing so generous so true
Living to give life; Dying to burn for you
I wanna draw the wind
Calming, Sudden, Free
Which carries the faint fragrance
which holds the secret, something unknown
I wanna draw a man
Dreaming, Aiming, Free
Crossing the limits known
Yet, lost, troubled, sad
Sunday, November 2, 2008
truth
You say the pain of knowledge
exceeds in beauty
the bliss of ignorance.
And I mean to be true,
Oh baby I do.
But the day I will be,
I know you will flee.
Far Away,
Leaving me in my truth.
Alone.
exceeds in beauty
the bliss of ignorance.
And I mean to be true,
Oh baby I do.
But the day I will be,
I know you will flee.
Far Away,
Leaving me in my truth.
Alone.
thinking....of u
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Thinking of you
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Last night I think my head played,
a sport of kinds...that pain rewinds.
A thought, a scent and dream,
a vague sense of that missing stream,
cold and clear,
of echoes of laughter, your face in the mist.
The agony of twisted fate like a pumping fist.
A letter of questions, answers, desires, deep burning fires,
Why you asked me ?
Did I miss my chance,
Why did I not understand ?
the meaning of that glance.
All I can say is I was slow, I was late,
left too much to decide for undecided fate
Now I sit here, sick, thinking of you
What we could have been,
What we could be,
What we could have become.
A lost treasure is a pain to the heart,
A wound slight repairing in time.
But how ? do you heal,
if someone reaches in
and takes away, that part, that pumping dear
and leaves you with nothing but fear.
Fear of emptiness, Fear of loneliness,
Fear of loss, Fear of pain,
Fear of dying alone and in vain.
I reach out one last time...
For that non-ending bliss,
Hoping to hope, for the last chance, i couldnt have missed
And if I fail; I wont wail;
I would smile and say, on my final way,
I was thinking of you
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Written after I dreamt of "her" last night...
she was in a letter answering some questions and posing new questions...
after months of silence....
I felt sick the whole day and decided to write this as an emotional release.
21 Feb. 2006 11:56 pm
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Thinking of you
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Last night I think my head played,
a sport of kinds...that pain rewinds.
A thought, a scent and dream,
a vague sense of that missing stream,
cold and clear,
of echoes of laughter, your face in the mist.
The agony of twisted fate like a pumping fist.
A letter of questions, answers, desires, deep burning fires,
Why you asked me ?
Did I miss my chance,
Why did I not understand ?
the meaning of that glance.
All I can say is I was slow, I was late,
left too much to decide for undecided fate
Now I sit here, sick, thinking of you
What we could have been,
What we could be,
What we could have become.
A lost treasure is a pain to the heart,
A wound slight repairing in time.
But how ? do you heal,
if someone reaches in
and takes away, that part, that pumping dear
and leaves you with nothing but fear.
Fear of emptiness, Fear of loneliness,
Fear of loss, Fear of pain,
Fear of dying alone and in vain.
I reach out one last time...
For that non-ending bliss,
Hoping to hope, for the last chance, i couldnt have missed
And if I fail; I wont wail;
I would smile and say, on my final way,
I was thinking of you
--------------------------------------------------
Written after I dreamt of "her" last night...
she was in a letter answering some questions and posing new questions...
after months of silence....
I felt sick the whole day and decided to write this as an emotional release.
21 Feb. 2006 11:56 pm
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here with you
why are u sad.
when u shud not be
just calm down, clear ur mind
imagine sitting under a tree
soft breeze through you hair,
ur thoughts clear and free
calm, quiet....peaceful as it can be
just you and me just you and me
i know it feels like all is lost
sun's yellow warmth feels like winters frost
i know each thought of yours is remembering someone
that someone, that something, that someone's something
just remember this that time will pass
the best doctor has started his magic
and while he works, he mends, erases, cleanses
I will be here
cause i promised once and i promise again
i will always be there for u
when u shud not be
just calm down, clear ur mind
imagine sitting under a tree
soft breeze through you hair,
ur thoughts clear and free
calm, quiet....peaceful as it can be
just you and me just you and me
i know it feels like all is lost
sun's yellow warmth feels like winters frost
i know each thought of yours is remembering someone
that someone, that something, that someone's something
just remember this that time will pass
the best doctor has started his magic
and while he works, he mends, erases, cleanses
I will be here
cause i promised once and i promise again
i will always be there for u
liberate
This has a story behind it ....
I ended my life,
I left you alone
My evil father,
Forced u in a dome.
Now I am back,
To end ur attack.
Other people i get dozen a dime,
But ur beauty, your voice
Has brought me back,
Back to calm ur troubled thinking
Back to claim whats mine.
And when the world is shattered, destroyed
Nothing but a rocky ledge survives.
Overlooking the ocean, the moony night,
The nightingale sits silent on the rock
looks around at her plight,
Lonely she was and lonely she is.
Then the blacksmith comes to his dear,
wiping away, all her fears.
He sits with her hand in hand,
Looking over the rough ocean, the spotless land
She sings to him,
and he....hears
I ended my life,
I left you alone
My evil father,
Forced u in a dome.
Now I am back,
To end ur attack.
Other people i get dozen a dime,
But ur beauty, your voice
Has brought me back,
Back to calm ur troubled thinking
Back to claim whats mine.
And when the world is shattered, destroyed
Nothing but a rocky ledge survives.
Overlooking the ocean, the moony night,
The nightingale sits silent on the rock
looks around at her plight,
Lonely she was and lonely she is.
Then the blacksmith comes to his dear,
wiping away, all her fears.
He sits with her hand in hand,
Looking over the rough ocean, the spotless land
She sings to him,
and he....hears
lOss
you see faces and you see smiles,
you see twinkles and you see eyes,
covering the expression-less, soul-less
feelings devoid.
you like to think its false, untrue,
but sooner or later it dawns on you,
once you've lost all blood,
no one can suck you dry.
you see twinkles and you see eyes,
covering the expression-less, soul-less
feelings devoid.
you like to think its false, untrue,
but sooner or later it dawns on you,
once you've lost all blood,
no one can suck you dry.
Frustration
I walk alone,
All alone.
In this dome of misery,
This dome of anguish, loneliness, pain.
I look around, I am blind.
Frustration preceeds, death succeeds,
your memory receeds.
All alone.
In this dome of misery,
This dome of anguish, loneliness, pain.
I look around, I am blind.
Frustration preceeds, death succeeds,
your memory receeds.
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