if thoughts could soar
as far as the west
i would elevate my thoughts
as high as the heavens
and as far as the east
because reaching to you
is as far as i can ever imagine
closer than i can ever get
and i'd settle my thoughts
on the horizon
to catch a glimpse
of the sun i never saw
and everything in this world is temporary
never changing; never fading
because i see sunsets in your eyes
and the never fading rain in your heart
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Running
people talk, whisper slowly in my ear
and walk down the streets
they pass, their lonely hearts
cant feel what i feel for you tonight
so i sit here and wait
and i'll run right back to the start
i'll run right back to the start
just to see you again
i dont worry about tomorrow
i just worry about today
if my feelings would change
if i would be
ordinary
like the people
with their empty hearts
stopping to pass me by
stopping to whisper
stopping to feel what i feel
so i sit here and wait
i'll run back to the start
i'll run right back to the start
we're gonna run right back to the start
and walk down the streets
they pass, their lonely hearts
cant feel what i feel for you tonight
so i sit here and wait
and i'll run right back to the start
i'll run right back to the start
just to see you again
i dont worry about tomorrow
i just worry about today
if my feelings would change
if i would be
ordinary
like the people
with their empty hearts
stopping to pass me by
stopping to whisper
stopping to feel what i feel
so i sit here and wait
i'll run back to the start
i'll run right back to the start
we're gonna run right back to the start
Friday, January 9, 2009
Balance
if the world keeps spinning
and if im still living
it wont be right if we're not there
but if the world stops spinning
and my heart is hanging there
it will just be me
and if the world kept spinning
and we're both living
we'd be so different;
two separate hearts
but if the world stopped breathing
and if i stopped living
where will you be?
and if im still living
it wont be right if we're not there
but if the world stops spinning
and my heart is hanging there
it will just be me
and if the world kept spinning
and we're both living
we'd be so different;
two separate hearts
but if the world stopped breathing
and if i stopped living
where will you be?
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Weave Ivory
curl up your hands
and tighten your grip
whats yours
will never be yours again
because wounds mixed with salt
they heal incompletely
fall in line with your heartbeat faster
i swear i'll keep the pace
fall in line where your heart moves closer
i swear i'll fall with you
keep the ivory in line
weave the ivory till its mine
weave through your heart
till its more complete
completely incomplete
fall in line with the sound of your breathing
i swear i'll follow behind
fall in line to your heart's settling
i swear i'll stay beside you
keep the ivory in line
weave the ivory till its mine
and tighten your grip
whats yours
will never be yours again
because wounds mixed with salt
they heal incompletely
fall in line with your heartbeat faster
i swear i'll keep the pace
fall in line where your heart moves closer
i swear i'll fall with you
keep the ivory in line
weave the ivory till its mine
weave through your heart
till its more complete
completely incomplete
fall in line with the sound of your breathing
i swear i'll follow behind
fall in line to your heart's settling
i swear i'll stay beside you
keep the ivory in line
weave the ivory till its mine
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Pieces
it gets so confusing
that i dont know where to turn
where to go
what to say
i've tried
i've tried to move on
tried to cry less
tried to stop loving
but the pieces of my heart will never fit
again
that i dont know where to turn
where to go
what to say
i've tried
i've tried to move on
tried to cry less
tried to stop loving
but the pieces of my heart will never fit
again
Monday, November 24, 2008
Discrimination
no one knows why we cry
below the moors and over the hills
no one knows why we cry
no one knows who we are
below the empty black skies
people think they know who we are
no one knows what we suffer from
depression? cancer? torture? depression?
no one knows why we suffer
no one knows the reason behind every tear we shed
behind every door we close
no one knows how we survive
no one bothers about us
along abandoned roadsides and muddy streams
no one sees our pain
everyone knows our race
black; negros; coloured; disgusting
everyone discriminates our race
no one knows why we wander among pews in the chapel
perhaps praying for a better day?
but we know things cant change
everyone suspects us of crimes
drug trafficking, murder, theft, piracy
no one can set us free
we live to see our dying day
perished by fire, ice, water, cruelty
everyone lives to see our dying day
only i see the afterlife
the life that comes after death
a nation that lives up to its creed
a nation that strongly believes
below the moors and over the hills
no one knows why we cry
no one knows who we are
below the empty black skies
people think they know who we are
no one knows what we suffer from
depression? cancer? torture? depression?
no one knows why we suffer
no one knows the reason behind every tear we shed
behind every door we close
no one knows how we survive
no one bothers about us
along abandoned roadsides and muddy streams
no one sees our pain
everyone knows our race
black; negros; coloured; disgusting
everyone discriminates our race
no one knows why we wander among pews in the chapel
perhaps praying for a better day?
but we know things cant change
everyone suspects us of crimes
drug trafficking, murder, theft, piracy
no one can set us free
we live to see our dying day
perished by fire, ice, water, cruelty
everyone lives to see our dying day
only i see the afterlife
the life that comes after death
a nation that lives up to its creed
a nation that strongly believes
Friday, August 22, 2008
Grasstongue
i watch you slither away
in between the cracks of my mind
you're still alive in there
but somehow, dead within
and how graceful you do
just to leave my mind
like water dripping through canals
like the way you pull yourself
all the way back to the moor
the shore weeping, crying
all the way through the boat ride
the wind rippled
the water shivered
the motor was silent
the grass had hills to speak
and on top of it all
was left the silence
forking its way through the grass
snake's tongue
catching the dew
in between the cracks of my mind
you're still alive in there
but somehow, dead within
and how graceful you do
just to leave my mind
like water dripping through canals
like the way you pull yourself
all the way back to the moor
the shore weeping, crying
all the way through the boat ride
the wind rippled
the water shivered
the motor was silent
the grass had hills to speak
and on top of it all
was left the silence
forking its way through the grass
snake's tongue
catching the dew
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