inspired by Ni
http://coinperdu.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-koz-of-ya.html
What is that you cannot see?
What is it that you dare not see?
What is that you bear?
And that you dare not share?
What is it?
That hath been lain upon you
That has painted a veil upon your eyes?
What is it that sums your life?
But fails to count and counter
Even the slightest of your intentions?
What is it that shines from deep within?
But that you never let out?
What is that pain that you claim
you cannot forget
yet want to find the will to forgive?
What is it
that keeps you running day in and day out
that keeps driving you
against that invisible wall
that you have built for yourself
over and again
until you cannot stand up anymore?
What is it
that makes you want to fly
but that grounds your every dream
every time you muster the might to do so?
What is it that makes you fall
every time you want to stand to?
What is it
but the darker side of your own mind
set free against the fury of your own will?
what is it but your own fear of yourself
set ablaze by the pain of your past?
what is it but your own phobia of loneliness
that haunts you day in and day out?
What it is
that will set you free
but the same
that chains you
to your memories of your past?
What is it
that gives you the energy
to shine and radiate against all odds
but your own beauty?
Who is it
that has the will and power
to change the path of your life
but yourself?
Many a times the answers we seek
we may never find
for the questions we ask
aren’t the right ones!
Yet there is so much to yourself
that you are casting away
Because you cannot muster the guts
To open your eyes and see yourself
As who you are
Rather than who you would like to be!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
To Junean
Never forgiven, but forgotten
If I lay besides you, and told you
Would you listen to my words?
Would you learn to drop your shield
And feel the feelings?
Your feelings?
Those that have been kept inside
So that you wouldn’t see ‘em.
If I lay besides you, and whispered to your ears
Would you let me in
Unlock the doors with no conditions?
And let the whispers
Find a way to your heart?
The words you say
You want to hear
Are those that will drown you
And make you weep dry
Tears of dust that will scorch you face
And burn your trust in no one.
Yet you say you want to hear
Those same.
But your heart is locked
As the doors you have built around yourself.
And inside lay the demons you want to see run.
Now that I lay beside you
Under the wicked sky
I am blinded by the light
That you cannot see
That you cannot see.
Oh little girl unveil your eyes
And see for yourself.
The world is beautiful
If you are willing to open youself to it all
Oh little girl unveil your eyes
And see for yourself
That you are beautiful
If you are willing to see yourself as you are
Oh little girl unveil you eyes
And see for yourself
That you are not alone
If only you are willing to look around you…
Oh little girl unveil your little heart
And see for yourself
That you are not unforgiven
If only you are willing to let yourself be forgiven…
If I lay besides you, and told you
Would you listen to my words?
Would you learn to drop your shield
And feel the feelings?
Your feelings?
Those that have been kept inside
So that you wouldn’t see ‘em.
If I lay besides you, and whispered to your ears
Would you let me in
Unlock the doors with no conditions?
And let the whispers
Find a way to your heart?
The words you say
You want to hear
Are those that will drown you
And make you weep dry
Tears of dust that will scorch you face
And burn your trust in no one.
Yet you say you want to hear
Those same.
But your heart is locked
As the doors you have built around yourself.
And inside lay the demons you want to see run.
Now that I lay beside you
Under the wicked sky
I am blinded by the light
That you cannot see
That you cannot see.
Oh little girl unveil your eyes
And see for yourself.
The world is beautiful
If you are willing to open youself to it all
Oh little girl unveil your eyes
And see for yourself
That you are beautiful
If you are willing to see yourself as you are
Oh little girl unveil you eyes
And see for yourself
That you are not alone
If only you are willing to look around you…
Oh little girl unveil your little heart
And see for yourself
That you are not unforgiven
If only you are willing to let yourself be forgiven…
Monday, May 29, 2006
Being lost - reply to junean
in reply to http://junean.blogspot.com/2006/05/crossroad.html
Few years ago in a not so distant past, as I lay there staring at my map feeling sorry for myself, cold, hungry and miserable, I had had to admit, against my ego, that we were lost.We had no clue of where we were but we were there, wherever that was. How could we have strayed for so long? There were no rescues, no one to worry about us. Our map told us a story that none of us had cared to listen to, and now our hearts were pounding beats that none of us cared to ignore. Many a thing happened to us in the middle of that expedition but I learnt many a great lesson that I would never have dreamt of had we not strayed:
Being lost is the most beautiful thing that can happen to us. Life is an adventure and we need to take risks if we want to grow. We need to to step out of our comfort zone, stray beyond our minds...
Unfortunately we are taught always to move towards things that are acceptable, things we might not really believe in. We ride in cars that are meant to stay only on the set roads. Roads set by others. We walk streets that are always well lit so we do not get used to the the dark. And yet the moment we step out of the road, the moment one of their bulbs go off, we are scared because we face the unknown, because we have not been prepared to face that what we know not.
Yet, being lost is the first step towards finding ourselves again, under a new light. Being lost is the beginning of an adventure, the adventure of life. Being in the dark is the first step towards finding light. Straying open our eyes upon a world hidden behind our preconceived senses.
Don’t be scared of the unknown. Don't be scared of being lost. Cherish the moment, the journey, look for it and play with it. Your heart will only grow stronger and your will, more resilent.
Be curious little girl,for the crossroads you face gives choices you cannot fail to see. And now that you are standing in middle of it all, staring at the map that used to be your life, take a chance and go there where you should not, there where you've never dreamt.
People feel lost because they always want to go 'back' to where they were, they want to find the road to the past or to what they know. But if you are not looking towards the road, rather taking every new step as one that leds somewhere, anywhere, then how can you be lost? You are lost only if want to reach some place in time. most people want to reach somewhere bt they don't know where. Travelers lose their way for they always want to go back home. Strayers and adventurers and wanderers are never lost, home is where they stand and the moment is always NOW.
Remember that once you step off the path traced by others there is no going back. If there is one thing that you cannot catch back, its time. Stop looking for your way back it does not exist anymore. Look forward. Look around. Take each breath as a new one and face your fears of the unknown, for everything is unknown only once.
I wish thee
movement in a world of flow
passion, in a world so slow
altitude, when your world goes low
so you rise
above the crows
above the crowd...
Attitude, so you know
how to be, simply you
and how and what to fight.
Carpe Diem, memento mori.
Few years ago in a not so distant past, as I lay there staring at my map feeling sorry for myself, cold, hungry and miserable, I had had to admit, against my ego, that we were lost.We had no clue of where we were but we were there, wherever that was. How could we have strayed for so long? There were no rescues, no one to worry about us. Our map told us a story that none of us had cared to listen to, and now our hearts were pounding beats that none of us cared to ignore. Many a thing happened to us in the middle of that expedition but I learnt many a great lesson that I would never have dreamt of had we not strayed:
Being lost is the most beautiful thing that can happen to us. Life is an adventure and we need to take risks if we want to grow. We need to to step out of our comfort zone, stray beyond our minds...
Unfortunately we are taught always to move towards things that are acceptable, things we might not really believe in. We ride in cars that are meant to stay only on the set roads. Roads set by others. We walk streets that are always well lit so we do not get used to the the dark. And yet the moment we step out of the road, the moment one of their bulbs go off, we are scared because we face the unknown, because we have not been prepared to face that what we know not.
Yet, being lost is the first step towards finding ourselves again, under a new light. Being lost is the beginning of an adventure, the adventure of life. Being in the dark is the first step towards finding light. Straying open our eyes upon a world hidden behind our preconceived senses.
Don’t be scared of the unknown. Don't be scared of being lost. Cherish the moment, the journey, look for it and play with it. Your heart will only grow stronger and your will, more resilent.
Be curious little girl,for the crossroads you face gives choices you cannot fail to see. And now that you are standing in middle of it all, staring at the map that used to be your life, take a chance and go there where you should not, there where you've never dreamt.
People feel lost because they always want to go 'back' to where they were, they want to find the road to the past or to what they know. But if you are not looking towards the road, rather taking every new step as one that leds somewhere, anywhere, then how can you be lost? You are lost only if want to reach some place in time. most people want to reach somewhere bt they don't know where. Travelers lose their way for they always want to go back home. Strayers and adventurers and wanderers are never lost, home is where they stand and the moment is always NOW.
Remember that once you step off the path traced by others there is no going back. If there is one thing that you cannot catch back, its time. Stop looking for your way back it does not exist anymore. Look forward. Look around. Take each breath as a new one and face your fears of the unknown, for everything is unknown only once.
I wish thee
movement in a world of flow
passion, in a world so slow
altitude, when your world goes low
so you rise
above the crows
above the crowd...
Attitude, so you know
how to be, simply you
and how and what to fight.
Carpe Diem, memento mori.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Lost and never found
http://coinperdu.blogspot.com, in reply to
And yet,
The very hands we held unto
Has turned to ashes under my very eyes
The same gaze that we used to share
Has turned cold in my withering nights
And our dreams of having kids
Have made of me a kid with no dreams.
Our dreams of settling down
Has made of me an endless wanderer
With no destination, hesitation, only incantations
For the only soul that ever mattered to me eyes.
Our flight on the fluffy cloud has left me
Featherless in a world of stone,
Fearless, in a world of scorches
Senseless, in a world of prose,
But the thorn of the very rose
I have felt deep under my skin
And the dart that I carry
Is mine to ever to keep
But yet
As every single moment passes us by
We look to the past
To these endless seconds we've missed.
Minute reasons that taught us to fly.
And we think aloud to ourselves
That it was all worth breathing in,
That the beating we took
was worth every blow of the fight,
And the songs we sang
Had every word’s worth of gold.
So now that we are grounded
Sole glued to the dirt
Soul glued to the hurt
The same reasons that made us see another day
Are the ones taking us down in every other way…
How do we get out of the loop?
And yet,
The very hands we held unto
Has turned to ashes under my very eyes
The same gaze that we used to share
Has turned cold in my withering nights
And our dreams of having kids
Have made of me a kid with no dreams.
Our dreams of settling down
Has made of me an endless wanderer
With no destination, hesitation, only incantations
For the only soul that ever mattered to me eyes.
Our flight on the fluffy cloud has left me
Featherless in a world of stone,
Fearless, in a world of scorches
Senseless, in a world of prose,
But the thorn of the very rose
I have felt deep under my skin
And the dart that I carry
Is mine to ever to keep
But yet
As every single moment passes us by
We look to the past
To these endless seconds we've missed.
Minute reasons that taught us to fly.
And we think aloud to ourselves
That it was all worth breathing in,
That the beating we took
was worth every blow of the fight,
And the songs we sang
Had every word’s worth of gold.
So now that we are grounded
Sole glued to the dirt
Soul glued to the hurt
The same reasons that made us see another day
Are the ones taking us down in every other way…
How do we get out of the loop?
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
1008052242cpe
The day has come to its end
the night is cold
outside I hear the winds hurling ...
...
And so, here I come
To the end of the yet another journey
I've taken steps in and out
on either side so many a time
that I know the way to the crossings
like the lines on my hand,
forged by the fist
forced to hang on to nought
So now, when I leave
let them not grieve
but in these words believe
There was no beginning nor end
just the eternal flow
that carried me to this place
I've whispered prayers into the winds
one name to the skies,
that into my night,
light should have been.
I've breathed your name
and heard the echoes fade into my soul
I've wished for another way, another day
But all I got back
Was another slack.
I've given in all,
even that what was not mine
believed in the lies, and twisted tales
of the fairy days that should have been mine.
I've walked into the maze, haze
Blinded by by your gaze
Taken oath, body and mind, heart and soul
But it was not the right day
Nor the right time
not the right life
Backstab, backstep
the current flows back
always to the source
tinder cinder
ashes we were, so let me be
Tweak to the peak,
Twitch to the tale
hitch to flow
I've hit the pavement, amen
so so the story ends
of the one who left no friends.
the night is cold
outside I hear the winds hurling ...
...
And so, here I come
To the end of the yet another journey
I've taken steps in and out
on either side so many a time
that I know the way to the crossings
like the lines on my hand,
forged by the fist
forced to hang on to nought
So now, when I leave
let them not grieve
but in these words believe
There was no beginning nor end
just the eternal flow
that carried me to this place
I've whispered prayers into the winds
one name to the skies,
that into my night,
light should have been.
I've breathed your name
and heard the echoes fade into my soul
I've wished for another way, another day
But all I got back
Was another slack.
I've given in all,
even that what was not mine
believed in the lies, and twisted tales
of the fairy days that should have been mine.
I've walked into the maze, haze
Blinded by by your gaze
Taken oath, body and mind, heart and soul
But it was not the right day
Nor the right time
not the right life
Backstab, backstep
the current flows back
always to the source
tinder cinder
ashes we were, so let me be
Tweak to the peak,
Twitch to the tale
hitch to flow
I've hit the pavement, amen
so so the story ends
of the one who left no friends.
last breath
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Flashing lights everywhere
people staring, shadows floating
never has the sky been so clear
never has the stale air
been so dear
The last breaths are the best
the last thoughts remain forever
and the last sight die with the beholder
I've seen them go,
stayed with 'em till the end
for nothing I could do would make a difference
and suddely all the wailings and sirens
die in the chill air
and me trying desperately to give a breath,
bitter kiss of life failed me once again.
Never has the cliff been so cruel
never has gravity been so unfair
Gravity kills.
Flashing lights everywhere
people staring, shadows floating
never has the sky been so clear
never has the stale air
been so dear
The last breaths are the best
the last thoughts remain forever
and the last sight die with the beholder
I've seen them go,
stayed with 'em till the end
for nothing I could do would make a difference
and suddely all the wailings and sirens
die in the chill air
and me trying desperately to give a breath,
bitter kiss of life failed me once again.
Never has the cliff been so cruel
never has gravity been so unfair
Gravity kills.
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