[dark starlight]...
he cats are trapping the cicada with their claws...stoppi
Awesome Jamie!
One of my very favorite songs.
Tho it breaks my heart, i hunger to hear it again..again and again.
(Tis on the "Stormwatch "album--Yes, Album!)
JETHRO TULL LYRICS
"Home"
As the dawn sun breaks over sleepy gardens
I'll be here to do all things to comfort you.
And though I've been away
left you alone this way
why don't you come awake
and let your first smile take me home.
The shadows in the park were longer yesterday
and Lady Luck stood still, waiting for the kill.
And on a jumbo ride
over seas grey, deep and wide
I flew for heaven's sake
and let the angels take me home.
Down steep and narrow lanes I see the chimneys smoking
above the golden fields ... know what the robin feels
in his summer jamboree.
All elements agree
in sweet and stormy blend ---
midwife to winds that send me home.
WoW....you have it jamie!
Sowing Season Lyrics
Was losing all my friends.
Was losing them to drinking and to driving.
Was losing all my friends, but I got them back.
I am on a mend.
At least now I can say that I am trying.
And I hope you will forget things I still lack.
Yeah. Yeah.
Is it in you now,
To barely hear the truth that you have spoken?
Twisted up by knaves,
To make a trap for fools.
Is it in you now,
To watch the things you gave your life to broken?
And stoop and build them up with warn out tools.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, oh.
Yeah.
Nothing gets so bad,
A whisper from your father couldn't fix it.
Your whisper's like a bridge, it's a river span.
Take all that you have,
And turn it into something you were missing.
Somebody threw that brick, shattered all your plans.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, oh.
Yeah.
Time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to grow anything,
Before it's coming to an end, yeah.
Before you put my body in the cold ground,
Take some time to warm it with your hand,
Before it's coming to an end, yeah.
It's coming to an end, yeah.
(It's coming to an end.)
Do you miss the blend,
Colors she left in your black and white field?
Do you feel condemned just for being there?
I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how to feel.
I am not your friend.
I'm not your lover.
I'm not your family.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, oh.
Yeah.
Time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to grow anything,
Before it's coming to an end, yeah.
--Brand New
[dark starlight] ....her words enblazen my soul
the mermaid laughs, daunting.
forbidden obsession.
While you rummage in your torture toy box,
I sit enclosed in perpetual shake.
the vein-quake.
Heart filled literacy doom child.
my earth wind martyr, sacrifice rejected.
fate, fate, strike swift.
may your aim take with you,
love's eternal treachery.
bleh. i hate men. sometimes.
[dark starlight] ....her words enblazen my soul
the mermaid laughs, daunting.
forbidden obsession.
While you rummage in your torture toy box,
I sit enclosed in perpetual shake.
the vein-quake.
Heart filled literacy doom child.
my earth wind martyr, sacrifice rejected.
fate, fate, strike swift.
may your aim take with you,
love's eternal treachery.
bleh. i hate men. sometimes.
Ahh...I love this poem *sniff* *sniff*
SISTERS
Sisters, what rivalry there is
Festering from childhood through out the years
It's funny how that came to be
To many tales to tell you see
A bond of trust there is no more
Broken by the many lies one told
A bad word here, a hushed up lie
The hurt to deep cuts like a knife
Sisters, they'll never speak again
One took and took, the other gave
It hurts like hell to learn the truth
Of hate so raw it cannot hide
Blinded are her eyes no more
She's seen the light, how sad she feels
Her love was true all through the years
Sisters, their lives have taken separate paths
The needs, the wants, that we all have
To share true love is joy untold
When blood feuds blood the tears they flow
The price is great, so much is lost
Each and every passing day
Written by [Morningstar Rising]
Amazing writer...[dark starlight]...just randomly wrote this..Brillian
Mountain of seething rage.
I am seperate moon-shining glistening screeching you into lulled death of love.
Mutiny.
And your jovial sun dance.
What is this piercing nail of poison in my artery?
Your infidel lips.
Scorching my skin.
The way her eyes dance reflecting you.
And jealousy growing like gangrene.
Creeping, covering my face,
Staining my eyes green and black.
Pray for blindness,
So not to see...
It is the disease of adoration.
You. Are. The. Tumor. In. Us.
My favorite Poet [dark starlight]
Inject the venom now.
Find me crumpled beneath pillows of broken love,
Pricking my skin with infidelity,
Lie,
Feeding off agony oozing out.
Laughing so sardonically
To haunt dreams and creep under your window.
To kill your dog while you sleep,
And slit the ties fought to keep.
What would pay penance?
For the Ultimate Betrayal?
And what would sweep away the mark of This?
Certainly not the lips of Sinner.
My prince of soft whispered Desertion.
Combusting into tears for the thousandth time this moment.
Retention rendering tears broiling face-flesh.
You will not weep in hopelessness.
Caressing her thighs, lips, breast.
Declaring the same vows and sinking your teeth further into my heart,
Curling more into fetal position.
To stop the growing ulcers from eating me,
My never-ending stomach of bile.
Grasping tightly to your smell,
Voice,
My massacre of adulation.
Yearning thrice over to hold the spot in your arms,
The space between your lungs,
To be the blood pulsating roughly through your body,
To hold the knowledge of your touch,
Breathing.
Echo all over.
[dark starlight]
The Hangman's Daughter
woman and child
like a feather falls from the sky
so dark, so dark in the moonlight
naked we worship the night sky
no man can hold what the darkness can sow
gonna leave an ugly skull when ya go
tongues like horns violently born a new soul
the soft dead awake alive in love
hard for the hangmans daughter
naked we worship the night sky
no man can hold what the darkness can sow
gonna leave an ugly skull when ya go
Such a crappy time of year...
Seems everyone has the blues...I know i'm in some real trouble.
Lord am i good at pushing away the bad... till the bad seems to fill up all my space.
I don't want to face the stuff. I really don't want to...but i feel small parts of myself dying each time i push things back.
I don't want my spirit to die...tho it's hard now to remember my spirit without pain.
Such physical pain...I wish that was all i had to overcome.
If your a praying sort...send one up for me, eh?