tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50012482002457066552024-03-05T20:07:08.185+01:00ChromaciticiousSilly scribbles Plus pretty PunningsShpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-80564008631562550582012-05-02T22:47:00.004+02:002012-05-02T22:47:58.288+02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>I once found a man looking into a well,<br />
Lost in the depth of the waters trapped<br />
<br />
I once found a child playing by a well,<br />
Looking in and out and running around<br />
<br />
The man looked back so hard and for so long that he fell<br />
He delved further and further through more and more water<br />
And he lost control of all of his senses, from balance to sight,<br />
To hearing and touch, and time and smell.<br />
<br />
The child did no such thing,<br />
All the child did was play, and watch the water fill the well<br />
there was no calling to turn the page<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-18813693686019100602012-04-01T17:51:00.004+02:002012-04-01T17:51:37.829+02:00In You I Trust<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>When the darkness comes to light<br />
With the ushering of angel's song<br />
I find myself at the foot of my plight<br />
Lost in the place I did belong.<br />
<br />
Once again I pray<br />
Like a begging fool, before the light of day<br />
Buried in pain-chewed sheets<br />
And clenched with doubt<br />
My heart repeats<br />
Again, and again<br />
<br />
My body twists<br />
Again and again<br />
<br />
Control fleeting from my fists<br />
clenched, so hard, like the hearts I face<br />
<br />
O, But the fight is from and not for<br />
the Vanguard of Victory<br />
And hope, with the melody it sings<br />
Rings through the annals of history<br />
Even in yesterday's folly<br />
Paths are made straight<br />
And sorrows are pronounced jolly<br />
<br />
So what of my reasons<br />
If he beyond seasons<br />
Can do without them?<br />
<br />
And what of my fears?<br />
That choke on unsalted tears<br />
And fall unto the hopeless abyss.<br />
<br />
There's none beside you, in this I trust<br />
So please carry me beyond the gates of lust<br />
<br />
Where fools have no reign,<br />
And the Kingdom is strong<br />
in the hearts of those who know pain.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-57920333410065977872011-10-26T09:29:00.000+02:002011-10-26T09:29:46.107+02:00Walking Wind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>In me a calling that can't be quelled<br />
a terrifying intensity<br />
of which malefic mountains are felled.<br />
<br />
I want to breathe<br />
the air that you breathe.<br />
<br />
Let our lungs be joined<br />
in a Holy Matrimony.<br />
That even the full-white moon,<br />
with its twinkled stars and blazing sun,<br />
shall turn a dark green with envy.<br />
<br />
Away with the desire,<br />
of fresh mountain air<br />
and the salty sea breeze<br />
of Greek beaches.<br />
What words I give<br />
To this grave and distinct<br />
impulse I have to dare,<br />
to insult,<br />
the infantile fascinations of gutter-papers<br />
and dead summer leaves<br />
With the movement of the inner-city smog.<br />
<br />
Let the four winds desire <i>our</i> breath<br />
And let them, not us,<br />
be slaves to instinct.<br />
<br />
Pray that others see in us<br />
the great hurricane of love<br />
and not the proud gale of idle obsession<br />
of neediness and personal possession<br />
<br />
A pure love - that is as natural<br />
As rivers for the lake<br />
And flames to the fire<br />
As rivers to oceans<br />
And fire to flames.<br />
As winds that blow East can blow West<br />
And as cold winds of the North<br />
Can blow the humid steam of the South<br />
<br />
<br />
Are we not, my dear,<br />
but the one and very same<br />
With the Above and Beyond?<br />
Do we not find love both at the open<br />
as well as at the close?<br />
Think it not desolate or morose<br />
but living and true<br />
You with me<br />
and I, with you.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-55228093964215637632011-10-25T11:36:00.001+02:002011-10-25T19:58:28.338+02:00Speaking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You sell yourselves<br />
To the smaller ideals of larger nations<br />
You forsake yourselves<br />
When the Lord has not forsaken <br />
<br /></div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-52680925233037938162011-10-24T09:08:00.001+02:002011-10-24T09:08:27.199+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a> .You are amazing<br />
You are mighty<br />
You are creative</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-14521801244095830232011-10-13T21:54:00.002+02:002011-10-13T21:54:33.597+02:00Sprout<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>Perform exquisitely for the Queen<br />
Reveal to her talents unseen<br />
<br />
Practice and grow like bamboo root<br />
Sprout fast and quick like bamboo shoot<br />
<br />
Be immune to Autumn rot<br />
Bundle yourself in a walnut cot<br />
<br />
Five summers and five winters<br />
Of a network that nets and splinters<br />
<br />
Into new beginnings of old ends<br />
Out of loneliness and unto friends<br />
<br />
Receive the praise you deserve<br />
New grandmaster, and serve.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-70520211601873506592011-10-12T01:41:00.000+02:002011-10-12T01:48:13.921+02:00Steps<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>On<br />
the steps of a far-away church,<br />
I feel my stomach in a lurch,<br />
Your eyes leveled my nerve<br />
Your back nestled in my chest<br />
My hand resting over a curve<br />
My soul at peace, at rest<br />
<br />
Breaths are shallow and stares are deep<br />
Coldness slowly begins to seep<br />
Eyelids glowing to open and close<br />
As I look from your head, down your nose<br />
We start to be tempted by the night to sleep<br />
It's at that time that we start to dose<br />
Off</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-74426733545320351122011-10-12T01:34:00.000+02:002011-10-12T01:34:25.040+02:00bugs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>Dwindle by, stutter-bug,<br />
Give the silk thread a tug<br />
<br />
Monster-legs is stalking lightly,<br />
Eight spindles pulling tightly,<br />
<br />
Steady the tight-rope walk,<br />
Down the orchid stalk.<br />
<br />
Blessed be thy symmetry,<br />
The sides of web and their mimicry.<br />
<br />
Dwindle by, o love bug,<br />
Give the heart string a tug.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-82642288424166188762011-10-12T01:19:00.000+02:002011-10-12T01:19:15.266+02:00Worship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>In the beginning<br />
He's said to have loved<br />
Loved so much the man who was sinning<br />
<br />
Out of nothing man came<br />
His wife much the same<br />
So she he would blame<br />
for his wrong-doing<br />
God saw this<br />
and wept<br />
and wept<br />
and wept<br />
<br />
Resolved and unshaken he made a plan<br />
To become flesh, to be a man<br />
<br />
Resolved and unshaken he made a plan<br />
To become flesh, to be a man<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<br />
Blood was shed<br />
And disciples fled<br />
But there you hung on the cross<br />
Dying and dead, a life, a loss<br />
A Saviour A king<br />
In Glory you rose<br />
<br />
<br />
Resolved and unshaken he made a plan<br />
To become flesh, to be a man<br />
<br />
Resolved and unshaken he made a plan<br />
To become flesh, to be a man<br />
<br />
Our righteous banner, our glorious King,<br />
All mighty All love, All Angels will sing<br />
To He who can Judge<br />
We ask you provide<br />
Take us, the lost, and be our guide<br />
Almighty, All Glory to you our God<br />
<br />
<br />
Resolved and unshaken he made a plan<br />
To become flesh, to be a man<br />
<br />
Resolved and unshaken he made a plan<br />
To become flesh, to be a man<br />
<br />
<br />
You who are worthy of praise<br />
With us your Helper stays<br />
Move us<br />
and Love us<br />
Take us with you<br />
Move us, Love us<br />
Take us with you<br />
Only you can make me new.<br />
<br />
</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-47383759963777845572011-10-10T23:05:00.002+02:002011-10-10T23:05:43.747+02:00The Mercy of Chase<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>The dire response of the rabid dog<br />
The tired retreat of the school girl.<br />
<br />
Matted fur chasing bobbing hair,<br />
pounding iron tendons race to ensnare,<br />
small rubber soles can carry one but not fast enough,<br />
before teeth a life to snuff.<br />
<br />
Cold blood rushing through veins<br />
Dress now covered in mud stains<br />
A cold sweat laces each lung<br />
At the sound of its lapping tongue<br />
<br />
O greyhound major, the neighbourhood terror,<br />
wherefore lay your master's hand?<br />
What punishment should you withstand,<br />
for causing the innocent to tremor?<br />
<br />
Your teeth clasp at His forearm<br />
Like a tongue grasps a barb<br />
In His eyes he sees no cause for alarm<br />
Retreat, savage beast<br />
For your teeth are brittle<br />
So they will never whittle<br />
away<br />
His judgement.<br />
<br />
Fall back and fall away<br />
Into darkness and dismay<br />
Be cast into fire<br />
Be lost into flame<br />
Drown in the deepest mire<br />
Until your demeanor is tame.<br />
<br />
What of the girl?<br />
And her turbulent hear.<br />
It can rejoice again<br />
in the arms of her father<br />
Now, and then.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-2404223137401699442011-10-06T08:24:00.001+02:002011-10-06T08:24:17.023+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a> .You who sustain me<br />
Are the one who has perpetuated it all<br />
Oceans like mist<br />
Mountains like footstools<br />
Stars like dust<br />
<br />
Beat-Beat-Beat goes my heart<br />
With the same rhythm<br />
You intended<br />
From the start<br />
<br />
Only you can bring rivers to the desert<br />
To make life spring out of dry earth<br />
<br />
Only you can give flight to fire<br />
To make the fallen never tire<br />
<br />
I will be your soldier<br />
Incredible and weak<br />
My strength is yours<br />
But Your strength is mine<br />
Who else can turn a meek smile<br />
into a weapon<br />
powerful enough to inspire awe in the most<br />
marveled men<br />
<br />
Only you, Lord.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-76060645850122206522011-10-05T20:16:00.001+02:002011-10-05T20:16:57.721+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>It's because of you that I like many things,<br />
From the brightness of the full moon<br />
to the way that women can sing,<br />
and oh, I'd learn to love it all to soon,<br />
From tall beach houses<br />
To cold winter days,<br />
From old Church hymns,<br />
To modern melodies,<br />
From walks in the Capital<br />
To a swim in the sunset<br />
From a hard day's work<br />
To a good night's rest<br />
<br />
But you lead me away<br />
From fable and fantasy<br />
To Truth and Reality<br />
<br />
That is the greatest gift<br />
I have received</div>
Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-41650749228016360142011-07-26T12:57:00.002+02:002011-07-26T12:57:26.974+02:00dreampost<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>The fade out of a glossy white air<br />
A pushing caused by utter despair<br />
<br />
I open my eyes to see into yours,<br />
Like a child opening curious doors</div>
Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-83482423087821360182011-07-26T12:57:00.001+02:002011-07-26T12:57:12.161+02:00The Ghost Girl<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>Speak to me, you long-haired ghost,<br />
With your speech sadder than most.<br />
<br />
Invisible are you to all of flesh and blood,<br />
But I who you scared into the mud.<br />
<br />
Are you alone because you are unseen?<br />
Then let me see you.<br />
Are you alone because you are unheard?<br />
Then let me hear you.<br />
Are you alone because you are not spoken to?<br />
Then hear me.<br />
<br />
Alone is good and alone is fine,<br />
No need to mope, moan or whine.<br />
<br />
Be content with the whispers of flowers,<br />
And with the heights of mountain towers.<br />
<br />
Celebrate the atoning moon of the night,<br />
See the day birds and night owls and envy their flight.<br />
<br />
Rejoice in the rising sun of the day's start,<br />
Smile for the wants and tugs of your<br />
More-than real heart.</div>
Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-91418325336386341142011-06-20T01:07:00.000+02:002011-06-20T01:07:00.673+02:00The Doorperson.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>Hold the door open, just a jar,<br />
Just a little longer, I'm not that far.<br />
<br />
I'll smile a little sweeter just to say,<br />
That holding that door a little longer<br />
Could make my day.<br />
<br />
I'll greet you and thank you,<br />
and introduce myself,<br />
I've done it before, you did too.<br />
<br />
But this time we'll mean it,<br />
And make plain to our sight,<br />
Our intentions, dreams, and plight.<br />
<br />
So hold that door a little longer,<br />
I'm making my way,<br />
The fact that you held on a little stronger,<br />
Kept me from going astray.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-73792526849009607242011-06-15T22:02:00.000+02:002011-06-15T22:02:17.785+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a>Silence is the language of our love<br />
It is the nexus of our disengagement<br />
Like space is really the black between the stars above<br />
Passion is the hope that fills each lament<br />
Each moment forsaken of its sound<br />
So very hard-hitting and profound.<br />
<br />
We have not the parroting of song and phrase<br />
Rather, I have but the lingering hopes of words in silence<br />
And a knowledge that despite all solitude, stays<br />
By no warrant do I have the license<br />
To dream of that which we do not speak<br />
<br />
By no reason or doubt that one can see<br />
Can I say that you are not speaking<br />
With me.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-19801744183105574782011-06-14T02:15:00.000+02:002011-06-14T02:15:49.960+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a> .High upon your wooden throne<br />
you sit entrenched.<br />
Your scalp covered with a crown of stone<br />
to show you're hard-hard-headed.<br />
<br />
Sing sing sing sing<br />
For the Lady's heart<br />
You know, know, know know that<br />
you didn't stand a chance from the start<br />
<br />
Mercy ain't a killing game<br />
And it's not another word for power<br />
It's just not the same<br />
not even close<br />
Try it when you're stuck<br />
Knee-deep in muck in need of a re-<br />
Start<br />
Start<br />
Start</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-26629665709947440642011-05-22T22:19:00.000+02:002011-05-22T22:19:33.417+02:00I can keep on<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a></div>Walking through the open space<br />
of the room where I see your face<br />
<br />
Every sixth sun of the week<br />
I watch my chances grow bleak<br />
<br />
In my head I run around rooms<br />
Thinking of all the pains and glooms<br />
<br />
That await me behind every mistake<br />
Or every stupid face I make<br />
<br />
Eye contact<br />
<br />
Look away, brush back hair<br />
Turn away, pretend you don't care<br />
<br />
Look back, unprepared<br />
Hopeful, yet scared<br />
<br />
Eye contact<br />
<br />
Panic: systems are go<br />
Cheeks: reddest glow<br />
<br />
Eye contact<br />
<br />
Something to get me out unscathed<br />
Stickin' my tongue out to say I made it.<br />
<br />
Outside<br />
<br />
Slam of fists and a non-judicial fight<br />
Anything to get my concern out of sight<br />
<br />
Pitiful excuse for a man, ungentle<br />
Code of honour and shining armour<br />
Dismantle.<br />
<br />
My mistake was to run<br />
to hide<br />
But that indeed did coincide<br />
With my fear<br />
To not have you near.<br />
<br />
So I say sorry.<br />
Not because you're right.<br />
And not because I'm wrong.<br />
But because any plight<br />
Is bigger than my ego<br />
And my choice outweighs<br />
My little dismays.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-37804868785084217552011-05-22T22:03:00.000+02:002011-05-22T22:03:23.349+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a></div>I am<br />
so tall<br />
and blooming<br />
not everlasting<br />
but i may try<br />
and try and<br />
try i<br />
will.<br />
keep<br />
on<br />
gro<br />
wing<br />
down<br />
down<br />
down<br />
into the roots<br />
where water seeps in<br />
and nourishes truths<br />
away from the sun<br />
and burning heat<br />
away from the sun<br />
and the friends we'll meet<br />
one day we'll climb<br />
but for now<br />
we grow</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-43579067834411950082011-05-22T21:56:00.000+02:002011-05-22T21:56:03.648+02:00He of Saving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a> A chest like mine<br />
With ripples of flesh and blood,<br />
Biding its time<br />
Before time's end<br />
Clutched 'tween it's awkward matter<br />
Are deep-seated hates that none do flatter<br />
<br />
This heart-laden burden is none too rare,<br />
This sorrow-maiden voyage does little to care<br />
For brother and sister<br />
Companion and friend.<br />
<br />
It does not discriminate<br />
It does not limit itself<br />
In growth or spate<br />
<br />
Consuming till I myself am consumed<br />
Presuming till I myself am presumed<br />
Lost, forgotten or doomed.<br />
<br />
But You did not listen<br />
You did not care<br />
You did not fear<br />
The marble-thick walls that I built up<br />
Or the bite-barking wolf-beast that I trained<br />
To you the walls were sandcastles<br />
And the monster a mere pup.<br />
<br />
Like music in the air you called,<br />
Like a shepherd his lamb you hauled<br />
me.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-24154450047311240502011-05-15T16:15:00.000+02:002011-05-15T16:15:23.610+02:00Avaste.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a></div>Expose yourself a little more<br />
Let others your soul explore<br />
<br />
Grab the brass of the door knob<br />
Turn it quick and hear the lock bob<br />
<br />
The creaking and clicking of mechanical devices<br />
Their inward curious-peeking it entices<br />
<br />
There you are on a table fresh and bare<br />
Like the midday hen or the dinner hare<br />
<br />
Your inner workings cleverly inspected<br />
The pump of your heart and the blood it's directed<br />
<br />
Lightly lifting the little lid<br />
Hearing the heavy thoughts of your head<br />
<br />
The deepest of your intimate feelings<br />
The strongest of your inner reelings<br />
<br />
Disposing yourself of all your wayward tumours<br />
Exposing yourself to all their awkward humours<br />
<br />
Lighting candle-borne flame to your muddy glass<br />
Sighting themselves to your societal class<br />
<br />
There posed on a mantelpiece at which they marvel<br />
Like the strong sculpted mass of statue marble<br />
<br />
So dearly deprived of dim-lit livings<br />
Of clandestine creations not meant for giving<br />
<br />
But free are you now to reflect<br />
And spot yourself clean, without defect.<br />
<br />
Now your clarity of mind you can implore<br />
Expose yourself, not a minute more.Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-83888887224083798412011-05-15T14:54:00.000+02:002011-05-15T14:54:03.463+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a></div>What wayward hurt is this,<br />
What terrible fated twist,<br />
What discord of angels song<br />
And Ballad of thieves,<br />
Playing in the night by the waters,<br />
Like minstrels from the King's Quarters<br />
besieged and<br />
unmused<br />
do they play.<br />
Stung by obscurity's callousness<br />
and drugged blind by the uncaring,<br />
Glances and fatalistic staring,<br />
Unrivalled Unparalleled,<br />
Uncalled for and dispelled.<br />
What rhythm of heart<br />
Have I missed?<br />
And what love have I,<br />
Unkissed,<br />
by you.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-10580787425834934002011-04-26T23:51:00.000+02:002011-04-26T23:51:14.612+02:00To falter not<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a></div>It saddens me to think<br />
That I never fashioned a link<br />
<br />
Strong enough to withstand<br />
Free enough for a hold of my hand<br />
<br />
And yours<br />
<br />
It maddens me to to know you'll never laugh<br />
at my stupid jokes<br />
And tendons do lock up so very tough<br />
Knowing it could all be one big hoax.<br />
<br />
But it's not.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-83267770838512692082011-04-26T13:12:00.000+02:002011-04-26T13:12:37.372+02:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a></div>To balance cards on a string<br />
Like a Magician the hearts of his audience<br />
Anxiety, excitement and all those things you bring<br />
Are the consequence of obedience.<br />
<br />
Obedient not to my mind<br />
Which thinks and thinks<br />
Till I've gone blind.<br />
<br />
But to my heart<br />
Which feels and wants<br />
And dreams and fulfils<br />
Right from the start<br />
<br />
Pangs of jealousy when all the art<br />
And Literature and music and more<br />
Summon names that find their way<br />
Into the life you live so full of lore<br />
<br />
Not one brushstroke and not one word<br />
Not one song played and not one note heard<br />
Not one thought and not one heartbeat<br />
Makes you think of me.<br />
<br />
But then when we step out of make believe<br />
Next to each other, hand in hand<br />
We make work of our great retrieve<br />
With one flash of sapphire eyes<br />
In but one instant, my knotted stomach unties<br />
Unfolds<br />
Unwinds<br />
Beholds<br />
<br />
Be kind.<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5001248200245706655.post-83449427962914007692011-04-20T09:27:00.000+02:002011-04-20T09:27:10.120+02:00Weeping Harp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a class="vt-p" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s1600-h/Post+Normal.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336089790910124466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2kWqz3rXCT3rzWCJciX8-BHHjYuJv-3eA2OrXowKz0FJTiNMR3IZyfPeDbCV9kg3Mc1OLo3ju0oXLU7Oqu_UZ3KuFcsikPk7d_wLM_nF2a-c2gc-OcrHO57iSRj4puPZWsbNk2x8Hlh64/s400/Post+Normal.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 70px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 70px;" /></a></div>What waning minutes<br />
Feel like the trespassing of hours<br />
Is it when the daylight is fading<br />
Or when moonlight is passing?<br />
<br />
Or is it perhaps<br />
When your touch is fleeting<br />
And your eyes look elsewhere<br />
And my heart still beating; waits<br />
for our next<br />
meeting.<br />
<br />
The wails of Senoh but mirror<br />
Poorly at that<br />
The sound of my skin as it calls so sweetly<br />
For another chance with which you'll cheat me<br />
Out of one more kiss<br />
Out of one more sky-ward glance<br />
Out of that desperate last chance to fare well.<br />
<br />
lal.</div>Shpowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13686743819021965246noreply@blogger.com0