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sexta-feira, dezembro 10, 2004

"Morning Song" (not a very nice morning.....)

Days behold lives unfold
Can't move on so much untold
Shades of gold we've been sold
Been deceived while we believe

If today is all we see
Then tomorrow seems to me
Is just an illusion we believe

Strive to see hope to be
To be some small part of eternity

If today is all we see
Then tomorrow seems to me is
Just an illusion we believe
...

terça-feira, dezembro 07, 2004

intimateSTRANGER

I knew his face, I could not call his name,
Though often if but briefly we had met.
Intent upon my vain pursuit of fame,
I found this stranger easy to forget.

Quite unexpectedly he'd reappear,
Unwelcomely disrupting my routine;
I'd hear his step and know that he was near,
Content to wait outside, remain unseen.

He then began to come round more and more;
Each time he would a little longer stay;
Until one day he knocked upon my door
And came inside and would not go away.

And thus it was that with my final breath
I did at last recall - his name is Death.

by John T. Baker

segunda-feira, dezembro 06, 2004

"Bitter Sweet"

You enchant me so, my bittersweet flower
Mystery of the sages come into my realm of imagination,
let me digest you

You enchant me so, my bittersweet flower
Shall we make love, feel the waves of the ocean come to rest
in the eye of a storm

I cry myself to sleep over you
You come then you go
The more I fall the more you let go
The sweet taste of you stains my lips
Even through the pain, it's only you I miss

Unlike those, before I wanna free you
Let the sweetness of your kiss rush over me
I search so many lifetimes
Let my soul rest in your arms
And I'll let you inside...