Echo

How see you Echo? When she calls I see
Her pale face looking down through some great tree,
Whose world of green is like a moving sea,
That shels re-echo.
I see her with a white face like a mask,
That vanishes to come again; damask
Her cheek, but deeply pale,
Her eyes are green,
With a silver sheen,
And she mocks the thing you ask.
"O Echo!" (hear the children calling) "are you there"...
"Where?"...

When the wind blows over the hill,
She hids with a vagrant will,
And call you may loud, and call you may long,
She lays a finger on lip when the winds are strong,
And for all your pains she is still.
But when young plants spring, and the chiff-chaffs sing,
And the scarlet capped woodpecker flies through the vale,
She is out all day
Through fragrant May,
To babble and tattle her Yea and Nay.
"O Echo!" (still the children call) "Where are you? Where?"
"Air..."





~Viscountess Grey

Stillness

When words rustle no more,
And the last work's done,
When the bolt lies deep in the door,
And Fire, our Sun,
Falls on the dark-laned meadows on the floor;

When from the clock's last chime to the next chime
Silence beats his drum,
And Space with gaunt grey eyes and her brother Time
Wheeling and whispering come,
She with the mould of form and he with the loom of rhyme:

Then twittering out in the night my thought-birds flee,
I am emptied of all my dreams:
I only hear Earth turning, only see
Ether's long bankless streams,
And only know I should drown if you laid not your hand on me.





~James Elroy Flecker

In my heart's sequestered chambers
lie truths stripped of poets gloss.
Words alone are vain and vacant
and my heart is mute.
In response to aching silence memory
summons half-heard voices,
And my soul finds primal eloquence
and wraps me in song
If you would comfort me,
sing me a lullaby.
If you would win my heart,
sing me a love song.
If you would mourn me and bring me to God
sing me a requiem, sing me to heaven.
Touch me in all love and passion,
pain and pleasure
Touch me in grief and comfort,
love and passion, pain and pleasure
Sing me a lullaby, a love song, a requiem
Love me, comfort me, bring me to God.
Sing me a love song, sing me to heaven.




~Griner

Changing the world

Hunt them down, kill them all
Watch them as they slowly fall

It's not enough, more and more
Watching so slow, what a bore

Time is passing, it's almost out
Are the dead? Are they about?

Little sweet girl in the shadow,
Look at her face as she screams "No!"

"Leave them live, not to die!"
Look at the sweet face start to cry.

Take a deep breath out and in,
Shall we listen, or shall we sin?

"We will stop and let them live
We will not take we will give."

"Thank you so much," says the sweet girl
Look at her face, as she changes the world.


~a close friend of mine.

Untitled

They said it couldn't be done.
They laughed when I said I would do it.
They said that it couldn't be done.
I rolled up my sleeves and went to it.

I struggled, I strove, I strained.
I fought at it day and night.
They said that it couldn't be done.
They were right.

-Anonymous



*From a physics forum on explaining why protons are positive and electrons are negative.

Epitaph

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.

When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
Where silence drowns the screams?

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl the cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown.
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know, and who are known

Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind, I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl the cracked and broken path
When we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow we'll be crying.


~King Crimson

Fast One

I must be very quick you see
Whilst mumbling in insanity
The minutes pass you're running out
Of time to see what it's about.
When at last you finally see
The real point of the picture, me!

As everyone bustles about
Trying to figure their lives out
What is the price of your misery?
The ease of my frivolity!
I tend to hold alot of clout.
Do you know me beyond a doubt?

I sit here on my falsely noble steed
Continuing my life with all speed.
Children work instead of play,
Namely to increase my pay.
Pleased to see ya in your need,
Pleased to meetcha my name is Greed.

Sara

~ Bob Dylan


I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When the children were babies and played on the beach.
You came up behind me, I saw you go by,
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara,
Whatever made you want to change your mind?
Sara, Sara,
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand,
They run to the water their buckets to fill.
I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara,
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,
Sara, Sara,
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night,
Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar,
Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White,
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara,
It's all so clear, I could never forget,
Sara, Sara,
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,
Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,
Writin' "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you.

Sara, Sara,
Wherever we travel we're never apart.
Sara, oh Sara,
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.

How did I meet you? I don't know.
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, oh Sara,
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,
Sara, Sara,
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.
You always responded when I needed your help,
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, oh Sara,
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,
Sara, oh Sara,
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go.






MUB:
Quite easily one of the most touching lovesongs ever written.