I’ve been searching
searching for you
I’ve been waiting
waiting for you
Where are you
when will you come
Take me away
away with you
Monday, November 21, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
bare your soul naked
Your life is itself a despairing expression of despair;
You seem to create misery for and out of your self.
Why not look in the sky and breath the fragrant airs?
Maybe form wretchedness you could save your self.
From too much world and self-criticism, beware.
Why not sing and dance with the world instead?
Many people are offering you their love and care,
Open your arms, appreciate their presence
The world may have been unfair
In your heart and mind you have implanted hatred
But bare your soul naked, I dare
Maybe that way you’ll be liberated.
You seem to create misery for and out of your self.
Why not look in the sky and breath the fragrant airs?
Maybe form wretchedness you could save your self.
From too much world and self-criticism, beware.
Why not sing and dance with the world instead?
Many people are offering you their love and care,
Open your arms, appreciate their presence
The world may have been unfair
In your heart and mind you have implanted hatred
But bare your soul naked, I dare
Maybe that way you’ll be liberated.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
wish
Saturday, November 05, 2005
don't...
Who are you to tell me,
"Wake up to reality”
You speak as if
I’m living in fantasy.
Don’t talk to me about love
I have not felt it.
Don’t talk to me about hope
I can’t see it.
Don’t’ talk to me about heaven
I cannot fathom it.
Don’t talk to me about forgiveness
I cannot forget.
Don’t talk to me about repentance
There’s no room for regrets.
Don’t talk to me about your God
IT is an illusion.
Don’t talk to me of life after death
I have never lived at all.
Don’t talk. Don’t speak.
Leave….
"Wake up to reality”
You speak as if
I’m living in fantasy.
Don’t talk to me about love
I have not felt it.
Don’t talk to me about hope
I can’t see it.
Don’t’ talk to me about heaven
I cannot fathom it.
Don’t talk to me about forgiveness
I cannot forget.
Don’t talk to me about repentance
There’s no room for regrets.
Don’t talk to me about your God
IT is an illusion.
Don’t talk to me of life after death
I have never lived at all.
Don’t talk. Don’t speak.
Leave….
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
let it be
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