The wind has been asleep,
slow and gentle,
calm and simple..
The dream has only kept
walking, going and learning.
That at a point a hear the voices
I speak what I dream,
for the first time in my life.
I've never heard myself,
in my dreams.
Say so many things, true.
Ah! and all those words I dream,
they're inexplicable.
Is my mind really that winding?
That expresses all the stress.
Complete with all my teeth grinding.
My whole body aching, late at night.
Yet, not visible by sight.
My spirit is loving, gentle and kind.
Full of all its needs and not deprived. Comments (0) |
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Saturday, October 23, 2010
The longest track I've created, has a lot of lyrical value to me because it speaks without a voice.
And If We Don't Catch Each Other?
Then we fall together.
Either way, it'll be some place with you and me. Comments (0) |
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Thursday, October 14, 2010
To never think
That after so long, maybe someone does understand me. For the assurance, I'll guide her of the things I know, hopefully I'll see what she sees. Comments (0) |
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Sunday, October 3, 2010
Love dies in different ways. For me, it went a little like this. Spring, Winter then Fall.. Though this time I can save it. It still hurts as much. Perhaps, I should wait for the summertime. But, I doubt that It'll be different. I don't want to collect a year of life in which I finished miserable. Love me and I'll love you. Comments (0) |
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Saturday, October 2, 2010
Dread..
After spending so much time alone, looking at the sun go up into the sky and down to the other sky. after seeing the moon's faces change, from smiles to frowns. As it cries and laughs in the sky I began to feel dread. For being so solitary, so close to my soul. Too much reflection on my emotions. I fail to understand why I can't really explain myself. Though clear to me is that I can say so much when I'm armed with this box and keys to type on. I explained my feelings to be like colors. Sometimes the most beautiful are the original. When you mix two of those colors you can get something even greater, like red and white makes a pretty pink color. But, if you mix too many colors it just makes a dull brown or yucky looking color. If I keep mixing then I never paint any pictures. Instead I get all this wasted paint and a pure white canvas. So babe, let me paint all the sweet things I see because in return I only want a smile and nothing more. If I can be sweet for your smiles that would be enough to make my day. I love you. Comments (0) |
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Monday, September 27, 2010
What's my voice
What do you think my voice might sound like? Comments (0) |
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