Archive for August 4, 2011

between forgiveness and your spite

Not to  see the sadness in your eyes,

I’m trapped between  forgiveness and your spite

I see the way your shoulders shut me out,

a battle in a war of hidden lies

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I’m trapped between  forgiveness and your spite

and you don’t seem to see me where I stand.

A battle in a war of hidden lies.

Let’s talk again to end this cruel fight

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And you don’t seem to see me where I stand.

I’m trapped between forgiveness and your spite,

let’s talk again and end this cruel fight.

It would be wonderful to hear you laugh again.

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I‘m trapped between  forgiveness and your spite.

I’m nowhere,  now you are not to be found

It would be wonderful to hear you laugh again,

it would be my relief  to know you’ll  turn around

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I’m nowhere now, you are not to be found.

I see the way your shoulders shut me out.

It would be my relief to know you’ll turn around

not  to see the sadness in your eyes

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You! Sea!

You!

Sea!

Come rolling back and forth to me,

as twice  a day I am your isle,

my sandy shore is sprinkling soothing grains

on your angry  hauling waves,

with salty lust.

And be a while,

my dunes will give you shelter.

Be my high tide,

I am your bride.

Be my cruel relentless  welter.

We all hurt

All happy smiles are the same

but every unhappy tear is unique

giving  grieve a different name

as we all hurt in our own way.

 

Moments before and after sleep

As some fine moments should be nice  to keep,

not interfered by time nor other plan,

such as the seconds just before there’s sleep,

there are some moments I would rather ban.

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When dreams at night come robbing me from peace,

their swift  good riddance  surely  I won’t mind.

The images that come to haunt and tease

are moments of a meaner,  troubled kind.

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But dreamers never are allowed the choice.

They have to face what ever sleep will give.

The sleeper falls asleep and has no voice

to say what creatures in his dreams should live.

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A dreamer makes a journey through his fear

and waking up seems more or less a bliss.

Another moment,  fine and just as dear.

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