Thursday, August 1, 2013

Dare to Believe

Dare to Believe

Everybody Knows:
You can't be all things to all people.
You can't do all things at once.
You can't do all things equally well.
You can't do all things better than everyone else.
Your humanity is showing just like everyone else's.

You have to find out who you are, and be that.
You have to decide what comes first, and do that.
You have to discover your strengths, and use them.
You have to learn not to compete with others,
Because no one else is in the contest of *being you*.

You will have learned to accept your own uniqueness.
You will have learned to set priorities and make decisions.
You will have learned to live with your limitations.
You will have learned to give yourself the respect that is due.
And you'll be a most vital mortal.

Dare To Believe:
That you are a wonderful, unique person.
That you are a once-in-all-history event.
That it's more than a right, it's your duty, to be who you are.
That life is not a problem to solve, but a gift to cherish.
And you'll be able to stay one up on what used to get you down

Dark Clouds Have Cast Shadows Of Sadness

Dark Clouds Have Cast Shadows Of Sadness

Dark Clouds Have Cast Shadows Of Sadness
Conspiring With The Wind, Plucking Away My Felicity

Grunt Of My Soul In Solitude Has Taken Over
The Roaring Sound Of The Thundering Clouds

Drops Of Rain Hit My Face So Pale
I Wish It Could Drain Out My Pain

But All Those Days Have Gone
Brooding Up On The Memories Of Her

With Wet Eyes And Broken Heart
As I’ve Just Discovered A Soul To Walk With

Hand In Hand Till Eternity Me N My Death
We Walk Through This Journey Called Life

Painful Love

"Painful Love"

Watching you from across the room
sends searing pain through my heart.
I think back to a year ago,
when I thought we'd never part.
My love for you just won't die down -
it just grows with each new day.
I wish you'd dare to look at me
and hear what I have to say;
"I love you and I want you back - "
but these words you just won't hear.
You don't seem to remember them -
all the memories I hold dear.
You were my first kiss, my first love
and now you don't even care.
How could you just blow it away?
We were the perfect pair.
you seem content to let me go -
You're doing fine as you are,
while I'm still missing how we were.
We had the best love by far.



She remembers it all,
All the people who had said
They cared, but did they really?

She remembers it all,
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?

She remembers it all,
His arms around her and
He said "I love you," but did he really?

She remembers it all,
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?

She remembers it all,
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling no one cared, but did they really?

But now they'll remember her,
Staring at the knife in her hand
How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?

Your beautiful wings

Your beautiful wings
The body I lusted over,
Never once was the message truly clear,
In the times that I held you dear,
For I was messed up,
But never, ever wanted to give you up,

Please don’t fly away, from me,

Your warmth, your touch,
I remember, your laughter,
I wanted to hear it so much,
Your tears would hurt me so,
If I could just hold you,
And never, ever let you go…

Please don’t flap your wings… stay here with me,

For I need you, as you are worth… more to me,
More than flowers, as they will just die,
Don’t look me in the eye, as I will just cry,
For the boat that I missed, has already set sail,
It sails, far far away…probably never to return,
Will I morn its loss, will I ever forget? ?
Only time will tell I guess, but love always leaves a mark,
But the difference is, this time… it’s to close to my heart…
Fly away pretty butterfly, as I now set you free…

But please, please…don’t ever forget your time with me…

Me myself and i….



I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every black'ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new born Infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.



Can you see me?
No, you looked right through me.
My pain I wear
like a patchwork quilt.
Surely you saw me
in these multi-colors?
Pain, regret, sorrow, rejection.
Each square a tribute
of its own to my stupidity.
See the threads?
They are my tears,
connecting one painful
memory to another.
You carry the tool
to take apart this quilt.
Can you, would you,
free me?



My Angel...
Where are you?
I'm lost, confused, alone...
I cannot see you...
There is darkness around me;
The fire has died, my light blown away
By an unwanted breeze...
I am wandering, going around and around
in circles...
Is there no end to this loneliness?

My Angel...
Where are you?
My heart is sad, it cannot hear your songs.
All I hear is the echo of your love,
Its melody fading...

Now there is only silence, maddening silence.
It is suffocating, draining my heart of your songs...
Is there no escape from this madness?

My Angel...
Where are you?
I am cold...
I cannot feel your wings around me,
Cannot feel your loving arms to embrace me...
There is only emptiness...
Emptiness that pulls, and pushes, and shoves...
The emptiness is within me, devouring me whole,
Leaving nothing left but an empty soul...
Where are you, my Angel? Come to me, fill me up with your love... Make me
whole again...
Do not leave me in this pit of despair...

My Angel...
Where are you?
I cannot see you, hear you, feel you...
Have you gone away from me? have you taken away my heart...

... My Angel,

... where are you?

Thoughts Of You

Thoughts Of You

Thoughts of you,
our history,
flow through my mind insistently.
My energy
is wasted on remorse,
and while I'm struggling desperately
to keep my dignity,
your destiny
is following its course.
A memory, life's driving force

Whispers in the dark;
a meeting at the park,
a flash
of sudden inspiration.
We rode out into the night,
surrounded by moonlight,
to an unknown destination;
and with memories following close behind,
we climbed up a hill to gaze at the sky -
to talk about life as it's passing us by,
and we tried to find the reasons why

Is it useless to hope that this torment will cease
and passions lose allure?
That time will offer some kind of release
and memories will blur?

Worthy Love?

Worthy Love?

My love is so near
but he feels so far

I fear this love is pointless
But, something strong

says it's not.
Is he really worth

fighting for?
Is he really worth

prayin for?
I'm so confused

I don't wanna make
the wrong decision

I love him so much
I don't know what to do

he wont accept me,
he loves me

I can tell
But, he's too afraid to say

It's so hard
for the both of us,

especially with everything that gets in the way.
It's not as easy

as I thought it would be
what should I do?

what should I say?
There's nothing else

in me
that will prove

my love for Him!

I Tried to Tell You

I Tried to Tell You

I tried to tell you I love you
but the words were hard to find.

I'm always thinking about you
you're the only one on my mind.

Oh why do I act so shy forever hiding my face
I should learn to laugh and not to cry put yourself in my place.

There were times I tried to kiss you but something told me no.
You wanted me to hold you but I

kept letting you go.
I'm afraid that I am not the guy

you've searched for all these years.
I will kindly leave now don't you cry

try to hold back your tears.
It's been so long I haven't seen you

for quite awhile
When I think of how we me met it only

brings back your smile.
I remember when I held you then and

told you we'd never part
I loved you then I love you now and

I'll hold you in my heart.

You Don't See Me

You Don't See Me

I see you staring at me,
but you never truly see,

why I love you, oh, so much,
when you're so out of touch.

Feelings that we could have shared,
you flung behind without a care.

It seems so hard to let you go,
and the process is so slow.

I don't know whether I should stay,
and waste another day away.

I do know, though, that all this pain,
will soon drive me insane.

You don't feel me loving you,
and you just can't seem to get a clue.

You don't see me cry inside,
and in you I know I can't confide.

Yet still I find that you are blind,
to things meant to be kind.

You know nothing of my fears,
and are unaware of all my tears.

I know I really can't deny,
things I feel as I look you in the eye.

So who will help me make it though?
Who will tell me what to do?

How come every time I see your face,
for me there's never any space?

Maybe someday you'll see me differently,
so until then, I'll be waiting silently.

Together But to Far Apart

Together But to Far Apart

I've dreamed of this moment forever,
When I could look you in the eye,
And tell you how I feel about you,
The thoughts that are always on my mind

Why do you make me love you,
I've tried so hard to just be friends
But I can't help but want you,
And I pray that our love will never end.

Because there is something about you,
Deep in your heart,
That makes me love you
When we're miles apart.

And I know that you love me,
And that you understand,
That I can't live without you,
Your my best friend.

And I miss the summer nights,
When we walked hand in hand,
Looking at the stars,
My mind plays it over and over again.

And I can't wait to see you,
And for you to hold me in your arms once more,
I can't wait for your lips to touch mine,
So I will see that smile I adore. Together But to Far Apart
© By Shrina K. Chappell

I've dreamed of this moment forever,
When I could look you in the eye,
And tell you how I feel about you,
The thoughts that are always on my mind

Why do you make me love you,
I've tried so hard to just be friends
But I can't help but want you,
And I pray that our love will never end.

Because there is something about you,
Deep in your heart,
That makes me love you
When we're miles apart.

And I know that you love me,
And that you understand,
That I can't live without you,
Your my best friend.

And I miss the summer nights,
When we walked hand in hand,
Looking at the stars,
My mind plays it over and over again.

And I can't wait to see you,
And for you to hold me in your arms once more,
I can't wait for your eyes to meet mine,
So I will see that smile I adore.

Did You Never Know?

Did You Never Know?

Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me --
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.

Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year --
Seldom we meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.

Always for the first time

Always for the first time
Hardly do I know you by sight
You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window
A wholly imaginary house
It is there that from one second to the next
In the inviolate darkness
I anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurring
The one and only rift
In the facade and in my heart
The closer I come to you
In reality
The more the key sings at the door of the unknown room
Where you appear alone before me
At first you coalesce entirely with the brightness
The elusive angle of a curtain
It's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of Grasse
With the diagonal slant of its girls picking
Behind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bare
Before them a T-square of dazzling light
The curtain invisibly raised
In a frenzy all the flowers swarm back in
It is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleep
You as though you could be
The same except that I shall perhaps never meet you
You pretend not to know I am watching you
Marvelously I am no longer sure you know
You idleness brings tears to my eyes
A swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gestures
It's a honeydew hunt
There are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forest
There are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-Lorette
Two lovely crossed legs caught in long stockings
Flaring out in the center of a great white clover
There is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivy
There is
By my leaning over the precipice
Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion
My finding the secret
Of loving you
Always for the first time

Remember me when I am gone away

REMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad



if this be a dream,
may i never be woken,
let me treasure each moment,
every word that is spoken.

if this be a dream,
may it replace all others,
leave me sleep all my days,
with the two of us as lovers.

if this be a dream,
then send reality away,
make this night last forever,
and banish forever the day.

if this be a dream,
life surely is wondrous,
what could be more perfect,
than a dream of the two of us



Hope to see you then, when you'll be waiting anxiously
Hope to see you then, when each and every second will pass like month's and year's
Hope to see you then, when there will be smile on every one's face
Hope to see you then, when true love will never be rejected
Hope to see you then, when there will be Peace and harmony in the world
Hope to see you then, when all the worries will be over
Hope to see you then, when our Religion will spread all over the world
Hope to see you then, when every one's Respected
Hope to see you then, when all Human Beings will become Healthy, Wealthy and Wise
Hope to see you then, Coz Hope is all I have

The Garden of Love

The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ``Thou shalt not'' writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore;

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys & desires.

The Little Vagabond

The Little Vagabond

Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,
But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm;
Besides I can tell where I am used well,
Such usage in Heaven will never do well.

But if at the Church they would give us some Ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.

Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing,
And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring;
And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at Church,
Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

And God, like a father rejoicing to see
His children as pleasant and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel,
But kiss him, & give him both drink and apparel.

The Human Abstrac

The Human Abstract

Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.

And mutual fear brings peace,
Till the selfish loves increase:
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the grounds with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Catterpiller and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea
Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree;
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the Human Brain.

A Poison Tree

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.



A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.

Standing by All the way

Standing by
All the way
Here to help you through your day.

Holding you up,
When you are weak,
Helping you find what it is you seek.

Catching your tears,
When you cry.
Pulling you through when the tide is high.

Just being there,
Through thick and thin,
All just to say, you are my friend.

To Catch Butterflies

To Catch Butterflies"
by Noshi Gillani

I once thought it easy
To seize fragrance
To capture the evenings of monsoon
While sitting at home
To clutch starlight in my hand

I once thought it easy
To seize fragrance
To light the flower that is my courtyard
With the whisper of fireflies
To hold his memory in my dreaming eyes
Like roses cast upon a lake
I had thought it easy . . .

How I fooled myself! How could it happen?
‘To catch butterflies, you have to go far enough.’

There Was a Time When I Loved Alone

There Was a Time When I Loved Alone"
by Noshi Gillani
There was a time when I loved alone
Without dream or friend

There was a time when your love was untrue
When I endured such torment that

I don't remember anything now but
There was a river ... or a villa ...

You confused my heart so much
That love shrank to a riddle

Yet had I been the slightest bit disloyal
You would almost have taken my life

Time is like the snakes
Devouring jasmine in my courtyard

Who can I tell, this sad evening
How bright the line of fate once was on my hand?

I Say Nothing Anywhere

I Say Nothing Anywhere"
by Noshi Gillani

I say nothing anywhere, I am silent
While you, as if my lord, order me silent

The story has something to say
But its characters are silent

Blame rains down
Yet, like a stone, I am silent

Till now the killer has been quite safe
Because the walls and doors are silent

People demand the killer's whereabouts
But the village guards are silent.

The same chained evening, same time of year
But why this time is everyone silent?

How Hard It Is to Manage Life

How Hard It Is to Manage Life"
by Noshi Gillani

How hard it is to manage life
As hard as making you my friend

There might be a whole new story
Please get to the point

I might drown in these shadows
Please light your eyes!

I am compelled by how it feels
To make you sad yet unaware of your sadness

One must give blood from the heart
Watch out! Do not write poetry

How hard it is for the self
To deny what it all means!

Behind the Curtain

Behind the Curtain"

Behind the curtain there is a world of calm,
behind that thick green
is sanctuary,
profound hush.
An unsullied realm, its silence.
From that flowing vision
of another world,
from that other reality's diaspora of sounds;
from that other time,
enmeshed, they are calling me.

Kept On Compromising on Life

Kept On Compromising on Life"
by Noshi Gillani

Kept on compromising on life
kept reciting poetry, kept blazing

I burned down with the lamps
Your arrival was only a dream

I cannot explain how much I remember
Of you in this monsoon

City people! Did the breeze convey
Our village of flower, scent and lantern?

You befriended the firefly
We kept searching for stars

Those who could not know union
kept writing the story of separation

Can Someone Bring Me My Entire Being?

Can Someone Bring Me My Entire Being?"
by Noshi Gillani

Can someone bring me my entire being?
My arms, my eyes, my face?

I am a river flowing into the wrong sea
If only someone could restore me to the desert

Life goes on but I want no more from it
Than my childhood, my firefly, my doll

My vision does not admit this new season
Take me back to my old dream

Of finding one face among the many in my city
Whose eyes can read deep into me

My life has been a boat in a whirlpool for so long
O god, please let it sink or drift back to the desert

Deep in the Stillness

Deep in the Stillness"

He threw me away
like a clod of earth.
He didn't know
I was a thing with a soul.
He didn't know
I was alive.
He kept on throwing me
like a clod of earth
out of his way -
onto that neglected path
that happened to be mine.
And so I kept travelling
along my own way.
Each time some fragment broke off -
some infatuation, some addiction to happiness,
some earthly hope,
some dream squandered on man.
Each time some fragment of my being
would break off.
And now it was my turn.
The world was already left behind -
like a desert in a sandstorm,
like an ocean in a hurricane,
like a desolate city.
Man, step by step descending,
was already left behind.
And now it was my turn.
Standing on the last patch of earth
I gathered myself into a whole thing
and hurled myself into the stillness.
This was my silence -
pervasive and expansive.
Now the world was either a dream
or a sea-flower
imagined at the end of the ocean.
Deep in the stillness.
Only the sound of my footsteps.

Are You Thinking of Me

Are You Thinking of Me

I look at you and what do I see.
I see a beauty that shines and a heart the glows.
I Look into your eys and what do I see.
A great peace and gentleness that abides within.
A look at your smile,smiling sweetly at me.
I see a joy that flows and a happiness the grows.
I sit at my puter thinking of you.
How far across the you seem to be.
I sit and I think,while I am thinking of you.
Are u thinking of me.

The Children's Hour

The Children's Hour

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!

Love is Like Magic

Love is Like Magic"

Love is like magic
and it always will be,
For love still remains
life's sweet mystery.

Love works in ways
that are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
that love cannot change!

Love can transform
the most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
and sweetness and grace.

Love is unselfish,
understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
and not with its mind.

Love is the answer
that everyone seeks...
Love is the language
that every heart speaks.

Love can't be bought,
it is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
is life's sweet mystery!

Nothing Last Forever

Nothing Last Forever

Life is just a game
You hold your own weight
Make your own mistakes
You only get one chance
To show who you are

Live day by day
Year by year
Your heart aches
You don't know who are you
Falling in love hurts
But you can't live with out it

Lay your life down
Give your heart away
Let yourself fall so deep
You give up everything
For ''Trust'' n ''Love''

Nothing Last Forever
Hold on to what you have
Don't let go ...

I am shut out of mine own heart

I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me,
nor in the wonders have I part
that fill its hidden empery:

The wildwood of adventurous thought
and lands of dawn my dream had won,
the riches out of Faery brought
are buried with our bridal sun.

And I am in a narrow place,
and all its little streets are cold,
because the absence of her face
has robb'd the sullen air of gold.

My home is in a broader day:
at times I catch it glistening
thro' the dull gate, a flower'd play
and odour of undying spring:

The long days that I lived alone,
sweet madness of the springs I miss'd,
are shed beyond, and thro' them blown
clear laughters and my lips smil'd

And here, from mine own joy apart,
I wait the turning of the key: -
I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me.

She walks in beauty like the night

She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Tears idle tears

Tears idle tears

Tears, idle tears I know not what they mean
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Time Long Past

Time Long Past

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,
Was Time long past.

There were sweet dreams in the night
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last,
That Time long past.

There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.
'Tis like a child's belov├Ęd corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance, cast
From Time long past.



From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Stream Of Life

Stream Of Life

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

The River of Life

The River of Life

The more we live, more brief appear
Our life's succeeding stages;
A day to childhood seems a year,
And years like passing ages.

The gladsome current of our youth,
Ere passion yet disorders,
Steals lingering like a river smooth
Along its grassy borders.

But as the careworn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
Ye stars, that measure life to man,
Why seem your courses quicker?

When joys have lost their bloom and breath,
And life itself is vapid,
Why, as we reach the Falls of Death
Feel we its tide more rapid?

It may be strange—yet who would change
Time's course to slower speeding,
When one by one our friends have gone,
And left our bosoms bleeding?

Heaven gives our years of fading strength
Indemnifying fleetness;
And those of youth, a seeming length,
Proportion'd to their sweetness.

The Miracle

The Miracle

There is a majestic quality-
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some never realize-
The magnificence they hold in others' eyes.

Ah, yes, life itself is the gift.
Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift.
And some might think the reverence gone-
As those we love one by one pass on.

But the intricacies Fate doth weave-
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth-
From souls no-longer of this earth.

At first notice I came undone,
My father staring at me through my son.
But, now, in joy I ascertain-
Through him, my father lives again.

I look to heavens' resounding grace-
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes-
The miracle continues, no one really dies.

Hope was but a timid friend

Hope was but a timid friend
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne'er returned again!

Farewell My Love

Farewell My Love

Is it really true our love is over now?
Can it be time for us to say goodbye?
Too soon, it’s much too soon, my love, for me;
You smile with ease, but I can only sigh.

We’ve shared our lives and given so much love;
I can’t believe we’re really going to part;
You’re moving toward a new life without me;
I’m left with scars upon my broken heart.

Go on now, if you must; I’ll get along;
How much it hurts, I don’t want you to know.
I’ll set you free without inducing guilt,
But as you leave, the silent tears will flow.

I can’t be mad; I love you way too much;
I’ll hide my sadness now, so you can’t tell.
Sweet happiness is what I wish for you;
Farewell my love, I hope that you fare well

So hard to say it unable to type Goodbye

So hard to say it
unable to type
made my fingers paralyzed
Not to make it hard on you
Not to make you suffer
like I do
I smiled with tears in my eyes
Sent you a flower
to stay with you never die
I walked away thinking
we are still friends
But this feeling didn't seem right
Something did really deep inside
Tears dropped so hard
not from my eyes
Tears looked so red
from my heart I realized
Try to forget my pains. Go!
Fly away never look back
Keep flying don't stop..
you found your way..
How can I fly?
You were my wings
How can I cry?
My tears dried up
When you took away with you
my feelings..
Yet..Life goes on..

Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight

Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!
Days burning with pain turn to ashes.
Who knows what happens tomorrow?
Last night is lost; tomorrow's frontier wiped out:
Who knows if there will be another dawn?
Life is nothing, it's only tonight!
Tonight we can be what the gods are!

Do not strike the chord of sorrow, tonight!
Do not repeat stories of sufferings now,
Do not complain, let your fate play its role,
Do not think of tomorrows, give a damn--
Shed no tears for seasons gone by,
All sighs and cries wind up their tales,
Oh, do not strike the same chord again!

Speak, your lips are free.
Speak, it is your own tongue.
Speak, it is your own body.
Speak, your life is still yours.

See how in the blacksmith's shop
The flame burns wild, the iron glows red;
The locks open their jaws,
And every chain begins to break.

Speak, this brief hour is long enough
Before the death of body and tongue:
Speak, 'cause the truth is not dead yet,
Speak, speak, whatever you must speak.

Each star a rung

Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
staircase of the evening.
The breeze passes by so very close
as if someone just happened to speak of love.
In the courtyard,
the trees are absorbed refugees
embroidering maps of return on the sky.
On the roof,
the moon - lovingly, generously -
is turning the stars
into a dust of sheen.
From every corner, dark-green shadows,
in ripples, come towards me.
At any moment they may break over me,
like the waves of pain each time I remember
this separation from my lover.

This thought keeps consoling me:
though tyrants may command that lamps be smashed
in rooms where lovers are destined to meet,
they cannot snuff out the moon, so today,
nor tomorrow, no tyranny will succeed,
no poison of torture make me bitter,
if just one evening in prison
can be so strangely sweet,
if just one moment anywhere on this earth.

I'm Sorry

I'm Sorry 
I'm sorry for everything you've been through
It must've been very hard on you
I'm sorry for all that's been said and done
I was the moon, you were the sun
I'm sorry for not making everything right
But the situation I was in, was very tight
I'm sorry for not lending you a hand
If only I could be a better friend
I'm sorry if it seemed like I didn't care
Lucky for you, your special- someone was there
I'm sorry for breaking your heart
For forgiveness, where do I start?

Have You ever loved someone

Have You ever loved someone
But knew they didn't care?
Have You ever felt like crying
But Knew you'd get no where?

Have you ever looked into their eyes
And said a little prayer?
Have you ever looked into their hearts
And wished that you were there?

Have you ever felt their heartbeat,
When the lights were turned down low?
Have you ever whispered "God, I love You"
But you'll never let me show?

Love is grand, yet it hurts so much.
The price you pay is high.
If I could choose between Love and Death,
I'd rather choose to die.

So do not fall in love, my friend,
It doesn't pay a dime.
It only causes broken hearts,
Yet it happens all the time.

So do not fall in love, my friend,
You'll hurt before it's through.
I ought to know, my friend -
I fell in love with you.

When I say I love you

When I say I love you I do
But this with you will not do
I need someone I can lean on
Someone I can count on too

Yes you are there sometimes
For that I am grateful to you
But I need someone there full time
And that you can not do

You told me once you loved me
That I could believe in you
I was there when you needed someone
Where were you when I needed someone, too?

The time has come for me to let go
Never to expect you to care again
People may come and people may go
But my love will never end

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