Monday, January 21, 2008
Fable
Some of us fall in love with loneliness; then there are those who fall in loneliness with love...
Lilting Sadness
Isn't it ironical that a world bursting at its seams is filled with hollow, hollow men?
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Shadows
Lost in a maze of mirrors,
Can't find the one to which I belong,
Tasting madness every instant,
Is this a dream that went wrong?
My own reflection scares me to death,
Thieves reside behind my eyes,
Stare at me, standing there, naked,
Body and mind, gift wrapped in lies.
Now that I'm lying to myself,
To whom to I dare and apologize,
Life hands me a new deck of cards,
"Take your chances, try and be wise".
Clenched are the fists of my life,
Unable to hold on nor to let go,
Here, huddled behind curtains of chicane,
I'm wondering, which way did time flow?
Sometimes, the clouds do open up,
But all I seem to get is cold sunshine,
To blind me, to remind me,
That now, it's with the slaves I dine.
Not a single blossom in the wind,
Scattered away are those magic seeds,
Take a walk down memory lane,
It's not your feet, but your heart that bleeds.
Now that I'm bargaining with Father Time,
To buy my past, for letting it be,
While my soul gently weeps and whispers,
A requiem for me, a requiem for me.
Can't find the one to which I belong,
Tasting madness every instant,
Is this a dream that went wrong?
My own reflection scares me to death,
Thieves reside behind my eyes,
Stare at me, standing there, naked,
Body and mind, gift wrapped in lies.
Now that I'm lying to myself,
To whom to I dare and apologize,
Life hands me a new deck of cards,
"Take your chances, try and be wise".
Clenched are the fists of my life,
Unable to hold on nor to let go,
Here, huddled behind curtains of chicane,
I'm wondering, which way did time flow?
Sometimes, the clouds do open up,
But all I seem to get is cold sunshine,
To blind me, to remind me,
That now, it's with the slaves I dine.
Not a single blossom in the wind,
Scattered away are those magic seeds,
Take a walk down memory lane,
It's not your feet, but your heart that bleeds.
Now that I'm bargaining with Father Time,
To buy my past, for letting it be,
While my soul gently weeps and whispers,
A requiem for me, a requiem for me.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Maybe...
If your present is supposed to be a reflection of your past, isn't your future gonna be the same as well?
Life, anyone?
Life, anyone?
Frost
Fill your heart up with sunshine,
Guess it's about time that you let go,
Fall in love with that stranger in your mirror,
And stop waiting under that mistletoe.
(Written on the 24th of December,2007)
Guess it's about time that you let go,
Fall in love with that stranger in your mirror,
And stop waiting under that mistletoe.
(Written on the 24th of December,2007)
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