Why can’t this darkness ever lift?
Surely the dawn must rise on the horizon.
And these shadows shall burden me no more.
It’s not enough that I want it,
but I need it. So relax, and turn away.
Thinking about the price of my soul.
And I smirk knowing there is no value.
So long I’ve been so sure,
that I don’t want to lie, cheat, and steal.
But I must confess, I think I see the light.
She say’s I’ll be home soon,
and I cannot be more happy.
The fire in my heart burns bright,
and you are the fuel for my light.
Needing you I cannot keep secret,
and it’s not easy, no it’s hard.
Staying in the shadows of your love,
wanting so much to be in the warm sun.
Can’t escape from your warm embrace,
so I’m looking towards the finish line.
And in the morning I feel so content,
when I wake up in your arms so safe.
This love has no ceiling.
Filed under Love, Poem, Poetry
One of my favorite opera is Carmina Burana, composed by Carl Orff. It is sung in Latin beautifully, but the English translation brings it to life. So here are the lyrics.
like the moon
you are changeable,
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
it melts them like ice.
Fate – monstrous
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
Fate is against me
and weighted down,
So at this hour
pluck the vibrating strings;
strikes down the strong man,
everyone weep with me!
I walk slowly with a heavy heart.
The cold shadows follow me close.
Only thing that lights my days is you,
or should I say the thought of you.
How is it that my heart warms up just
by thinking of your sweet gentle smile?
I cannot stop the thought of you
all wrapped up tightly in my arms.
Your head lying on my chest
listening to the soft beats of my heart.
I softly kiss your forehead as you
look at me with those translucent eyes and smile.
And that is all it takes for you
to totally melt my heart.
Faith in humanity restored. Here is to the kind hearted.
Filed under Animals, Videoes
How could I ever possibly hate you?
You who taught me that true love is possible.
And worth waiting for. Even if the odds seem
to be insurmountable. No, hate doesn’t come close
when I remember the brief love we shared.
The times spent laughing, and learning. Kissing
and hugging. Of stolen glances and soft smiles.
So there, I could never, nor shall I ever come
close to hating you. Only love remains in my heart
for you. And it always will. Till time runs out.
Sometimes the waiting is the hardest,
almost as tough as catching star-dust.
Under everything and over it all,
once again I stand up before the fall.
Can’t escape this wonderful feeling,
when you smile at me, my nerves reeling.
Your soft, sweet kiss I crave the most,
the sparkle in your eyes come so close.
A sort of fairytale with you I don’t want to awake,
all I can do is coast downhill without a brake.
Not sure where to go from here or how to proceed,
I let go of all fear and ride with the stampede.
Please tell me everything will is going to be alright,
and I’ll kiss you before you fall asleep every night.
All is quiet as the darkness embraces us.
The rise and fall of your chest
is the only movement in the room.
Sweet is the sound of your gentle breath as
you lay beside me all curled and tucked
perfectly into me. Oh how I could get
used to the smell of you on me.
Comfort washes over me like a wave and
I find myself in a peaceful bliss I haven’t
felt in so long. It feels like home.
Someone once said, “I do not know what I’m more afraid
of: Seeing you again, or never seeing you again.”
Laying in this bed alone trying to fall asleep
before my world falls apart.
Just wanting someone to love me when
I forget how to love myself.
Remembering how your eyes had enough love in
them to grow flowers in a desert.
What hope did I have?
Feeling stone cold and all alone,
as I think the world is going to end.
It is not that I do not care anymore,
I guess it was just time to give into the pain.
Day after day of feeling nothing but grey,
kind of wears on the soul and brings you down.
As creative as I was, I never was.
As smart as I was, I never was.
As loved as I was, I never was.
The only thing I know how to be was me.
And it always seemed like it was never good enough.