.gonna be something.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

I want to..

Ever feel like you don't belong?
Like you've got no place?
Everyone is better off without you,
You begin to think you're better off alone....

I want to
Find my place
Find a space
to belong, to belong
I want to belong wrapped up in a dream with you

One minute..
one second..
hold on..
too early.. always waiting.
I don't want to wait anymore!
I want to find my time,
MY minute, MY second

Give me just one minute
To show you who I am
inside.
One second is all i need
to make you want me
to show you that i belong
that I belong with you...

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

The Clearing

Snap. She could feel it in her head, this physical sound, the sensation of something breaking. A small thing, a very soft sound, almost overlooked... but she knew what it meant.

She felt the veils fall around her mind, cushioning her conciousness. Her eyes changed as something in them darkened and something in them lit. "She" was quiet... she shut down. And all there was left was a shell, stronger against the onslought of emotion, yet oddly empty against the world. She lacked that center, that crucial aspect of humanity that grounds one to reality.

The sky was so blue, the sun so bright, yet the wind so bitingly cold. It looked perfect, looked beautiful, yet sucked the heat from your body when you reached for it. Like her. They saw the smiles, the laughter... and they missed the hidden tears swimming just out of reach. The brave reached beyond the walls, and got their warmth pulled from them by the desperation swirling in her mind.

Everything seemed brighter, everything seemed clearer, as if she weren't quite there, as if she were just an observer, watching the chaos. She wondered when what had broken would mend.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

The Night

11 o'clock and all is crying
Another lonely night for the dreamers
It's been so long since ive seen him
Here i am, collecting dust
Behind this tapestry of life
Hiding from this cruel society
Hoping they'll soon forget about ol' me

Romeo's arrive for their blind Juliets
But my love has yet to come for me
Here he comes with my heart in a velvet box
Here to fill me eyes with dreams
"Talk to me, talk to me, let me know your thoughts
All eyes towards the sky"
Witnessing strange occurences in my eyes
under the telescope, let me hide
Behind the tapestry
Make them go away
Leave me alone in the stardust
Leave me alone in the afterglow
Leave me alone in the mysticism.

Midnight and all is quiet
It's when I roam with the midnight king
Tonight I shall be with my love
with a heart as pure as snow
Will you take me to the places that you go?
"Grab my hand and come with me
Come out from behind the tapestry
Hold on and never let go
For I shall take you home"

Midnight and all is quiet
Not a single soul stirring
Except for his and mine
Love,
I see the universe in your eyes
Reminding me of a lost, forgotton time
We set our course and go-
to our brand new home.

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Euphoria

I have built a life trying to coax rock from water
15 years to make ice from fire
More than half is only sentimental drivel
fragile scarabwings under glass
Well thats what you get for Euphoria
that's what you get for crawling on the ground
that's what you get for peering through flowers to stare right into the sun
does anyone know what it means to be tired anymore?
I wake up exhausted
and sleep walk back to bed
Suddenly pain is the only way to tell
that your still living-
well thats what you get for Euphoria
thats what you get for crawling on the ground
thats what you get for jumping ship and
drinking till you drown.
I was afraid of my coersions
I was afraid of life's seductions
I was afraid to breathe too hard
I was afraid to die.
Well no more, no more-no afraid to breathe, no more.
I've only ever been good at 2 things-
telling the truth and lying.
Someday I'll grow wings-sentimental drivel all
Someday I'll fly away
stagger through the sky- and wait for the ground to fall.

Monday, November 29, 2004

Little Seashell

In the splendor of meadows
In the fragrance of musty air
Butterflies kiss sunny flowers
they flutter with soft tiny voices
Telling us of loves beauty.

On the faces of mountains past
Staring at the thunder of the sky
Upon the winds of gentle rain
We float along an ocean of memories
Listening to the sound of the heart
Telling us of love's wisdom.

On the soft sand of summer shores
Making love to the rythm of the seas
Our bodies entwined in perfect wave
With seashells whispering underground
Telling us of love's wonders deep.

From life beyond a beholders eye
There are parts of love we can see
An Emperess sits upon a throne of passion
Telling us a joy that no one can contend.
Adding a spring of life to each step we take.
A crystalline jewel glitters under dawns smile
Glimmering of a sparkle of a new dream
Where pain is to sleep forever more
To rest as a dark sleeping theif
Who's ill charms will enchant no more.

Comet trails blaze azure skies
into the mystery in which we are bound
Revealing fair hope as a milky way
Singing to our spirits...
Calling to our destiny...
Telling us where love can be found
Listen to the little seashell
Telling of this eternal peace...
Listen to her gentle voice
and true love will be found.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

I feel home

For any sum of money or wishes I would not submit to give up the friends, colleagues, and family i have grown to know and love. I truly wish I will meet more people and form future bonds later in my life, where I feel the same deep, emotional connection as I do with thoose I currently share compelling relationships with. One could safely say that I depend greatly on those I have come to fancy, but these are the real people, who last forever and remain immortal in my thoughts, mind-sets, and feelings as long as my soul surges with the smallest drops of life. I may not show the greatest appreciation for those I love, but in my opinion, I would be at a loss of motivation and determination without them. They are the light that leads my way. They are my God, who imposes their traditions, customs, and beliefs on my intellect. Soemtimes I agree, sometimes I don't, but I never reject their influence, which always interests me in a way so indescribable that it brings tears to my eyes. Although every single person I hjave ever met has acquired flaws since their birth, their greatness and legacy overwhelms these imperfections to the point of no return. I truly wish that people will realize the importance of their own cherished partners in life, and take a little time to honor those who they share the same everlasting ties with as I do with my loved ones. the energy radiated from a smile is pricelss. the laughter I hear everyda of my life is comparable to no sound I've ever perceived during my time on this planet. A soul without friends is poetry without words, a void that must be filled to take one more step towards your promised land.

Insight from David Pinter

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Black Sheets

Standing in the doorway
of my subconscious
(silver dustlove lust fingers in my mouth)

You were
never
so beautiful
god-like in your
dark organza beautiful smile
(I know you from somewhere)

My
black sheets would wrap
around you
so sexy in the morning
afterglow of saturday nights
(you smell like vintage attic memories)

I trace you with my eyes closed
I know your curves.

Moonlight climbs through you
I watch your irridescent breath
Until dawn starts us
all over again.