In omnia paratus.
'all about my random thoughts'
donderdag 25 november 2010
zondag 21 november 2010
zaterdag 20 november 2010
dinsdag 16 november 2010
Each time I see a crowd of people
Just like a fool I stop and stare
It's really not the proper thing to do
But maybe you'll be there
I go out walking after midnight
Just like a fool I stop and stare
It's really not the proper thing to do
But maybe you'll be there
I go out walking after midnight
Along the lonely thoroughfare
It's not the time or place
To look for you
But maybe you'll be there
You said your arms would always hold me
It's not the time or place
To look for you
But maybe you'll be there
You said your arms would always hold me
You said you lips were mine alone to kiss
Now after all those things you told me
How can it end like this
Someday if all my prayers are answered
Now after all those things you told me
How can it end like this
Someday if all my prayers are answered
I'll hear a footstep on the stair
With anxious heart
I'll hurry to the door
And maybe you'll
Be there
With anxious heart
I'll hurry to the door
And maybe you'll
Be there
maandag 15 november 2010
A ray of light
of the golden red sun
Breaks the cold and bitter night
I repeat
the unspoken words
that were not meant to be
Drowning myself
in infinite sadness
and melancholy
the words,
written on a line
that you will be mine
And intense will be love
that rises above
as a ray of light
breaks the bitter night
...
of the golden red sun
Breaks the cold and bitter night
I repeat
the unspoken words
that were not meant to be
Drowning myself
in infinite sadness
and melancholy
the words,
written on a line
that you will be mine
And intense will be love
that rises above
as a ray of light
breaks the bitter night
...
zondag 14 november 2010
zaterdag 13 november 2010
donderdag 11 november 2010
woensdag 10 november 2010
In fear we lived
Through ages of time
In the bleak the morning awoke
Embraced the glorious night
And yet as I see your face
Paler than the snow
The roses of damask
The beauty and the gloss
Your soul, I still feel the morning
Kissed the heart of gold
Silver on your lips
Lost in the galleries of yore
As I would feed your hatred
Towards my human soul
I would die for your glance
As I want to live
And I've never seen so many exits
Never beheld so many doors
Now that I lay in chains
Just dream of the escape
In the labyrinth of sorrow
Where love the silence lost
You just walk away
Leave me behind
~ Labyrinth of Sorrow
Through ages of time
In the bleak the morning awoke
Embraced the glorious night
And yet as I see your face
Paler than the snow
The roses of damask
The beauty and the gloss
Your soul, I still feel the morning
Kissed the heart of gold
Silver on your lips
Lost in the galleries of yore
As I would feed your hatred
Towards my human soul
I would die for your glance
As I want to live
And I've never seen so many exits
Never beheld so many doors
Now that I lay in chains
Just dream of the escape
In the labyrinth of sorrow
Where love the silence lost
You just walk away
Leave me behind
~ Labyrinth of Sorrow
Silence, Emptiness, and Confusion
Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed
There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray
Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread
Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed
There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray
Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread
Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.
dinsdag 9 november 2010
I'll dream of you again..
"I spent last night dreaming of your eyes
But your hair kept getting in the way
Your lips dropped in to tell me how you'd been
But when I tried to kiss them
My pillow told me I missed them
Your voice dropped by and sang a lullaby
And it was then I knew just what to do
I'd fall asleep and then
I'd dream of you again..."
~ Harry Connick Jr.
But your hair kept getting in the way
Your lips dropped in to tell me how you'd been
But when I tried to kiss them
My pillow told me I missed them
Your voice dropped by and sang a lullaby
And it was then I knew just what to do
I'd fall asleep and then
I'd dream of you again..."
~ Harry Connick Jr.
Where the sidewalk ends.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Shel Silverstein.
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Shel Silverstein.
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