Monday, February 15, 2010

A Tribute

I made up my mind,
I don't need to think it over
If I'm wrong I am right
I don't need to look no further
It ain't lust.
This is love.
But...
If I tell the world
I'll never say enough
Because it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I'd need to do
If I'd end up with you.

Should I give up?
Or should I just keep chasing pavements
Even if it leads nowhere?
Or would it be a waste, even if I knew my place
Should I leave it there?

I build myself up
I fly around in circles
Wait then as my heart drops
And my back begins to tingle
Finally could this be it?





~Adele "Chasing Pavements"

Sunday, February 14, 2010

The Black Swan

The sun has fallen and it lies in blood
The moon is weaving bandages of gold.
O Black Swan
Where, where is my lover gone?
Torn and tattered is my bridal gown
And my lamp is lost.
With silver needles and with silver thread
The stars stitch a shroud for the dying sun.
O Black Swan,
Where, oh, where has my lover gone?
I had given him a kiss of fire
And a golden ring.

Don't you hear your lover moan?
Eyes of glass and feet of stone
Shells for teeth and weeds for tongue.
Deep, deep down in the river's bed
He's looking for the ring.
Eyes wide open, never asleep
He's looking for the ring.

Looking for the ring.

The spools unravel and the needles break
The sun is buried and the stars weep.
O Black Wave, take me away with you!
I will share with you my golden hair
And my bridal crown,
Oh take me down with you.
Take me down to my wandering lover
With my child unborn.

With my child unborn.


~Gian Carlo Menotti,From The Medium

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Cracking

It's a one time thing
It just happens a lot.
Walk with me
And we will see
what we have got.

My footsteps are ticking
Like water dripping
From the trees
Walking a hairline
And stepping very carefully.

My heart is broken
It's worn out at the knees.
Hearing muffled
Seeing blind
Soon it will hit the deep freeze

Something is cracking
I don't know where
Ice on the sidewalk
Brittle branches
in the air.

The sun is blinding.
Dizzy golden, dancing green.
Through the park in the afternoon
Wondering where the hell
I have been.






~Suzanne Vega

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

You know,

There are not many things that I am certain of,
But of this I am certain:

It's not all about you.
There is more to my life than you.
There is more.

I have more dreams than of just your life
I have more heart to give to this world.
I have more.

That being said,
I will pray to the God who created me,
I will give myself the grace of conversation
with one who knows all and sees all.
I will not doubt, nor will I follow him blindly.
I will do what I see, and the world will see what I'll do.

I will never stop until my purpose in this world is done.

Move on. I will.