Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Angelic Conception

The fallen leaves crawl back under my feet,
They like to be trodden by me.
Their past has been shed by the willowy trees,
How do they always find me?


They're angels
Of your snow burial.
They alone promise to wait
Before your grave.

Your empty grave…

Never thought confessions could also kill,
Wise time strolls would never reveal.
Never knew secrets would take turn to heal,
Times behind would mislead…

They're angels
Of your snow burial.
They alone promise to wait
Before your grave.

Your empty grave…

I wish one day summer comes to the creek,
Your tears unfrozen, I wish to see.
In black and white, now, I wish to be free.
Like the leaves reborn under my feet…

My wings are now dry,
I swear I’m alive,
I shall never cry,
You cannot die.

I,your Angel,
Of your snow-burial.
I alone promise to wait,
Before your grave.

To take you away…





Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Rainshadow (this one's for someone special)

Water will always struggle to run,
I cannot go on anymore.
Before I run away with my love,
Give me a moment,in the rainshadow.


The vein will always express through my skin,
I cannot hide myself from you,
Before blizzards hold my love to me,
Give me a moment,in the rainshadow.


Over the mountain,
I'm lain to come clean,
It's better this way,
Numb (I am) to old feelings.

Ready to climb,
Ready to flee,
Ready to be
Only you and me.

Let us be gone.
Let us be gone....
Simply gone....

A day in My Life

Now is the Death of Today…
With the eye of the storm
Looking away when I pray
Pray, pray…
Please come!
It never comes.
Take me in,
It never does,
Sweep me away,
It never hears.
Pass me on,
It never does.
Take me on,
It never dares.

In the dying light
Of the earth of clay and mold.
So understood by life
There seems to it no more.

Dreamless in my sleep
With the door unlatched.
Shadowland holds still
When I speak
Speak ,speak…
In my sleep.
Outside nothing stirs.
Pass me on
It never does.
Take me on
It never dares.
Take me in
It never does.
Sweep me away
It never hears.

In the onset
Of escapade to abysmal noon,
I do not plan
My return even when pain’s gone.

Pain, it tempts a good excuse to run from my silent river.
Pain,there’s a hundredth reason why I should yet falter.

Now that
The night of writhing’s left to dry.
Time finds
The time to tick back to my old life.




Possessed

The weakness spreads
Entangled in the dress,
Protecting me from the evil,
Binds the threads.

It pities my soul,
Tarnished,unwhole.
It stays to pray away
My chamber's locked doors.

Why do they show me the sky?
Do they not know
We cannot fly?
Why do they not see
No one decides me,
Its only me,
Behind these eyes...?

My spirit stays low,
Close to the floor,
Protecting my hearth's warmth,
As the holywind blows.

Wholeness of my soul,
Old and untold,
It lives on to be,
The undesired in me.

Why do they show me the sky?
Do they not know
We cannot fly?
Why do they not see
No one decides me,
Its only me
Behind these eyes?

(Exorcise my fear away if you can.
Pray all these tears away if you can.
If holy be your holiness,then tell...
Why hungry infants cry hungry
If you can.)

You see,
I am not possessed,I am not possessed.
You see,
I am merely more humane than the rest.
I am not possessed,
Not possessed,you see.
I am mine,to possess,
Dear god,its only me.