I can hear your voice
Silently
Yesterday, a creeping sound
Forever a silent call
I was reaching out from a distant past
Clinging on to the memories of what we were
Who I was when you held me
Abyss
Midnight; the brightest stars
My darkest hour
Lost in the darkness
This is an ebony madness
A solitary time
Console me
Abyss
Redeem me
Gazing from an ivory tower
Sinking into the saline blue-greenness
Hollow writhing by the river banks
Wilting willow
Abyss
Silence
Sunrise breaks the midnight as the sunset solders melting wires. The heart speaks and the mind retorts. Within the unyielding, cool, unanswered questions remains a desperate resolve. Some lives remain unlived, untempered, undone. There are falling pieces and everything has just begun.
Theorie de ma Connaissance
- Aoise Minjiba
- Randomness & Silence. The Inquisitor & The Anarchist. In a time-space continuum, spinning a warped reality. Relativity and Authenticity. Authentique mais pas vrai. Esprit. L'existence ou l'essence.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Timeless
When I was you were
It was brief
I still remember still save the memories
So short and long it is now
Time leaves its scar,
A mark on even the timeless
The quiet longings of a heart
That I could see you here or then
That I strive to be
And yet it is not much that you see
There is a distance, a long road
Leading to the familiarity of my loneliness
You have heard my name
Though things change that stays the same
I have heard you speak
I still remember a yellow brick road
It led, led to nowhere
A road less travelled was there but not clear
I stood and stared
I thought of you
And when I stare into those dark and fiery pools
I see a pure reflection of myself
Of my thought
Timeless
It was brief
I still remember still save the memories
So short and long it is now
Time leaves its scar,
A mark on even the timeless
The quiet longings of a heart
That I could see you here or then
That I strive to be
And yet it is not much that you see
There is a distance, a long road
Leading to the familiarity of my loneliness
You have heard my name
Though things change that stays the same
I have heard you speak
I still remember a yellow brick road
It led, led to nowhere
A road less travelled was there but not clear
I stood and stared
I thought of you
And when I stare into those dark and fiery pools
I see a pure reflection of myself
Of my thought
Timeless
Hither
You make my heart sing
A song, a rhyme a verse, a chant
You make, you make
You have the days
I see the horizon
I can hear the rhythm
Far away, the drum beats
I can see what life is
I can barely breathe
Far away I see a shooting star
I can hear a melody
It lulls my aching heart to sleep
Moonlight glows as vagrant waters flow
On this night even the stars
The stars look forlorn
You make my heart sing
A verse a chant a song
I forgot the last thing
I can hear the echo
Of a beat
Of your feet
A song, a rhyme a verse, a chant
You make, you make
You have the days
I see the horizon
I can hear the rhythm
Far away, the drum beats
I can see what life is
I can barely breathe
Far away I see a shooting star
I can hear a melody
It lulls my aching heart to sleep
Moonlight glows as vagrant waters flow
On this night even the stars
The stars look forlorn
You make my heart sing
A verse a chant a song
I forgot the last thing
I can hear the echo
Of a beat
Of your feet
Sometimes the Weeping Willow
Some mornings I wake to a bright blue sky
Some nights I cry into my pillow
Sometimes in April and then in May
I thought today would be a lovely day
Some nights the stars shine over the saline sea
Some nights he whispers words of comfort to me
Gentle whispers with the dawning dew
I fall so quickly and break so easily
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I stare into the darkness
Sometimes I feel the emptiness
Yesterday I woke to a bright blue sky
Last night I cried into my pillow
The stars have been gone for a while
But the waves have not ceased to be
Sometimes when I look at me
The weariness overwhelms my soul
I stare into the abyss, that big black hole
Last night my tears fell
Again unto my pillow.
Some nights I cry into my pillow
Sometimes in April and then in May
I thought today would be a lovely day
Some nights the stars shine over the saline sea
Some nights he whispers words of comfort to me
Gentle whispers with the dawning dew
I fall so quickly and break so easily
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I stare into the darkness
Sometimes I feel the emptiness
Yesterday I woke to a bright blue sky
Last night I cried into my pillow
The stars have been gone for a while
But the waves have not ceased to be
Sometimes when I look at me
The weariness overwhelms my soul
I stare into the abyss, that big black hole
Last night my tears fell
Again unto my pillow.
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