Friday, February 13, 2009

The Mystic Magic Murdering Music (i)

A song so short
It doesn't have rhymes
The mystic magic murdering music's
Sung again

It bears no explanation
It tells you the truth
The mystic magic murdering music's
Sung again

Depression's mixed with darkness
Sadness hovers around
It's a mystic magic murdering music's
Song again

The mystic magic murdering music's sang again
The mystic magic murdering music's sang again
The mystic magic murdering music's sang again
The mystic magic murdering music's sang again

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Daylight Revival

Wake up in the morning, see the sun rise
Feeling morning breath smacking my cheek
Looked with gloom to morning light
Morning comes without no seek
Morning

Mourning
Look astounded to the sky
And trees, so softly speaking through their leaves
They once had made me want to cry
So softly forgotten, I'was brought to knees

And thought that gold would be not having problems,
I'd rather say that gold is solving them
I got up today, not shining high
But even an* a star's exploding 'twill keep shining

Noon's gone, midday's light non-shining
Bright sky's left for cloud day's rain
No longer hearken for trees' leaf crying
The pouring rain will leave a craving
Afternoon

Afternoon,
Thought that daylight would never come again,
And got so glad about it
Thought that dying wouldn't be so vain,
Wasn't glad about it

And then the rain stopped pouring
I saw the whispering trees in green
Crawling, saw my insects crawling
Thought it'd be the change to see my summer's bloom

Hearken now, saw their whispers turn to gold
Saw my chance coming,
said "hey, stop right there sucker"
Thought it could be time to make destiny unfold

She came to me, showed me a way
Told her I'd love it, sooner should it stay
Grabbed it with both hands
And made it stop like time in sand

And incredibly, the sun did not start its brightness
The clouds were still up in the sky
I just glanced at them and said ok, it is ok
I know that it's my time

My summer morning was spent in gloom
And still a thunderstorm was enough to bring up bloom
Strange living life, isn' t it
I know I loved it

I don't know where I'm going right now
But life's becoming lighter somehow
And hopefully sunlight will be lit once again
And I hope I'll see the trees again

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Darkness, my old enemy

Lurking around me as always
Whispering words of fear into my head
You are hate, you are horror
And I've been listening to you
How I hate you,
Every inch of me knows
And I'd take you down with sorrow,
With lust,
It would be so glad to take you down
Darkness around me
Whispering words of hate
Yet I seem to listen
But shall not do it
I'll stop hating you,
Will have pity on you
Will escape the maze of pride,
Fight the wars of lust,
Pray for someone, God,
Help me find someone to pray to
Will stop listening to you,
At the end, I think I'm breaking apart
So let me break apart
Break me down
Oh, war.

Constant Struggle

Down. This was the direction. He was losing family, he was losing love, he was losing friends, he was losing every inch of what he knew about him. He was losing faith. He was losing power. He was losing will. Every inch of him knew. He was going down. He was fateful. He was darkened. Every inch of him. He didn't know how. He didn't know when. He just wanted to be sure. He just wanted once to be sure that this struggle would end. He actually just wanted to have a faint hope that it would end.
And he knew he would survive. And he wasn't sure he was happy about it. It wasn't ok. He didn't know. He just didn't know.
Oh war. Have mercy on my soul.
Take down this constant struggle and let me go
I'll be kneeling on thorns for you.
Release me, set me free.
Oh, please.