time has passed and we passed along in silence for some time. your heart and mine still spoke amidst the silence. our hearts still walked together even whilst our eyes were distant and our bodies were parted.
time has passed but there is a fire that is still warm. the silence is over and our voices can reach out again. the words we may utter have long been murmurred by our hearts when our eyes were distanced and our 2 bodies were parted.
time has passed and the silence is ended. it is in longing and passion that our bodies have rejoined the whispers of our hearts. solitude and silence may follow but our hearts have long since danced together in the garden of souls.
take my hand now and dance with me or leave me again in silence and passing time.
Monday, 30 June 2008
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
i got tagged by Bikyaa and you should never refuse the request of a sincere friend so here are my 10 random things
1. somethings just can't be fixed or made right.
2. i bought "last tango in paris" just to be totally pretentious, and couldn't watch more than 15 mins of it
3. religion bothers me more as i get older, the question of who religion best serves and benefits keeps running around in my head.. someone said to me GoD created man, then man created religion
4. i never feel at home. my accomodation now is essentially a refuge from the rain and the cold. i never feel attachment to buildings that i've lived in.
5. i get bored very easily, like a spoilt child who has many play things do i throw dear things from my life
6. a sincere and precious person in my life still believes i have a book in me. that person believed in me when i didn't
7. i used to count my steps, sometimes into hundreds when i walked
8. i have never got my head around math, it is like the programme to run simple numeric equations was never loaded onto my hard drive
9. i am at a loss with the society i live in and i do not understand the attraction of celebrity or of reality tv shows
10. when i was younger i wanted to live in a metropolis, anything else seemed boring. now i want to live by the ocean, to be able to see it from my balcony or window.
1. somethings just can't be fixed or made right.
2. i bought "last tango in paris" just to be totally pretentious, and couldn't watch more than 15 mins of it
3. religion bothers me more as i get older, the question of who religion best serves and benefits keeps running around in my head.. someone said to me GoD created man, then man created religion
4. i never feel at home. my accomodation now is essentially a refuge from the rain and the cold. i never feel attachment to buildings that i've lived in.
5. i get bored very easily, like a spoilt child who has many play things do i throw dear things from my life
6. a sincere and precious person in my life still believes i have a book in me. that person believed in me when i didn't
7. i used to count my steps, sometimes into hundreds when i walked
8. i have never got my head around math, it is like the programme to run simple numeric equations was never loaded onto my hard drive
9. i am at a loss with the society i live in and i do not understand the attraction of celebrity or of reality tv shows
10. when i was younger i wanted to live in a metropolis, anything else seemed boring. now i want to live by the ocean, to be able to see it from my balcony or window.
Saturday, 15 March 2008
there was you
She spoke to him as to the dearest of friends, she spoke about the past and of great moments and of lost loves
"and then there was you" she whispered
"and even when you lied you took something pure from my soul... even when you held me naked you were always alone... when you slept..you told me that you never dreamt, remember that?
well when you slept you were anywhere but here, your dreams danced within tempests my tortured love.
my wretched love.
there was always you"
"and then there was you" she whispered
"and even when you lied you took something pure from my soul... even when you held me naked you were always alone... when you slept..you told me that you never dreamt, remember that?
well when you slept you were anywhere but here, your dreams danced within tempests my tortured love.
my wretched love.
there was always you"
Thursday, 21 February 2008
stolen silver
silver words are a talent for a pseudo-poet who can weave words of wonder and open up souls by knowing what hungry hearts want to hear so that they can be warmed up and made to feel special. But over time the silver words slowly stop shining.
"you never get to the bottom of anything with you" how right she was.
it is all surface and shine, smoke and mirrors. if you push too hard then it all falls in, it implodes and passion alone cannot conceal the sham. he fooled them all and so often but you saw through it, right through to the thief inside. the thief will always steal you see. the thief will steal something from everyone, a kiss, a line, a movement, a night or the eternity of a heart.
"you never get to the bottom of anything with you" how right she was.
it is all surface and shine, smoke and mirrors. if you push too hard then it all falls in, it implodes and passion alone cannot conceal the sham. he fooled them all and so often but you saw through it, right through to the thief inside. the thief will always steal you see. the thief will steal something from everyone, a kiss, a line, a movement, a night or the eternity of a heart.
1000
let theses clouds pass over me, 1000 more times
allow the evening sun to smooth my cheeks 1000 times yet
and your sweet memory to awaken in my mind
1000 years like this, 1000 kisses upon your lips
and nomore regret
allow the evening sun to smooth my cheeks 1000 times yet
and your sweet memory to awaken in my mind
1000 years like this, 1000 kisses upon your lips
and nomore regret
ocean
ocean, by that i shall call you
loving you my ocean, was as it is to be submerged
adrift, in the imensity of passion
and i rode your waves for a while
and here, in my solitude i can admit
openly, as a man, that i drowned.
my ocean, i am ashore now
but in these moments of sweltering silence
when i close my tired eyes, i am there again
a single soul tossed between your waves
my ocean i am dried by the winds of memory
oh but to drown with you again. ocean
loving you my ocean, was as it is to be submerged
adrift, in the imensity of passion
and i rode your waves for a while
and here, in my solitude i can admit
openly, as a man, that i drowned.
my ocean, i am ashore now
but in these moments of sweltering silence
when i close my tired eyes, i am there again
a single soul tossed between your waves
my ocean i am dried by the winds of memory
oh but to drown with you again. ocean
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