SamLampyris - Hello Poetry

Date written: July 19, 2024 [email protected] Glowworm By: Yisselakh Verse 1: Oh what more is there to say About the beetle with new clothes About the beetle with a new name This as close as a speck of dust Can get to catch a star Bridge: I know it won't be far I can see the sparks And you know I'll never stray from the path And you know I'll never stray from the path Chorus: So Light the way Light the way Light the way So Light the way Light the way Light the way Verse 2: I must have been waiting Since the dawn of days As you hid within the tall grass blades When the weary eyes of dusk sway Blink between time and that eternal place I'll see you ascend above this maze Chorus: And Light the way Light the way Light the way And Light the way Light the way Light the way Bridge 2: Back to innocence, back to the ancient dream And this time, I'll stay You'll stay We'll stay And see CODA: The wasteland of sorrow We left behind Ebbs away, fades away In the light, with the night In the light, with the night Oh love of mine Love of mine Love of mine Isn't this just divine You and I And all we love For all of life

0

Sep 25, 2024

Sep 25, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC

[Free to Use Lyrics] Reading Fabre's Entomology - 4. Glowworm

Date written: July 19, 2024 [email protected] Glowworm By: Yisselakh Verse 1: Oh what more is there to say About the beetle with new clothes About the beetle with a new name This as close as a speck of dust Can get to catch a star Bridge: I know it won't be far I can see the sparks And you know I'll never stray from the path And you know I'll never stray from the path Chorus: So Light the way Light the way Light the way So Light the way Light the way Light the way Verse 2: I must have been waiting Since the dawn of days As you hid within the tall grass blades When the weary eyes of dusk sway Blink between time and that eternal place I'll see you ascend above this maze Chorus: And Light the way Light the way Light the way And Light the way Light the way Light the way Bridge 2: Back to innocence, back to the ancient dream And this time, I'll stay You'll stay We'll stay And see CODA: The wasteland of sorrow We left behind Ebbs away, fades away In the light, with the night In the light, with the night Oh love of mine Love of mine Love of mine Isn't this just divine You and I And all we love For all of life

62

Date written: June 23, 2024 [email protected] Mantis By: Yisselakh Verse: So you look above the hedge And see the mantis on the edge The waning sun shines through its silhouette A sea of green perched beneath The roaring storm of overcast red The roaring storm of overcast red The roaring storm of overcast red Pre-Chorus: And the little life Oh so it oversees the other side? Arms curved, and the eyes? The eyes? The eyes? Piercing into the mind Does the little dot lead A sphere of truth or lies Chorus: For humanity patiently on this side Of time, of life, of a metaphorical rhyme What do you see from above us What can you prophesy? If he were the cicada perhaps We'd know everything Everything Everything But it stays so silent Oh so silent Oh so silent So we can do nothing Except keep dreaming Keep dreaming Keep dreaming Repeat: Pre-Chorus: Ask the little life Does it oversees the other side? Arms curved, and the eyes? The eyes? The eyes? Piercing into the mind Does the little dot lead A sphere of truth or lies Chorus: For humanity patiently on this side Of time, of life, of a metaphorical rhyme What do you see from above us What can you prophesy? If he were the cicada perhaps We'd know everything Everything Everything But it stays so silent Oh so silent Oh so silent So we can do nothing Except keep dreaming Keep dreaming Keep dreaming CODA: Is there an unshakable truth waiting of a sweet Awakening That, my child, my soul, the faithful and hopeless We have to answer from within Do you believe? Do you believe? Do you believe?

0

Sep 13, 2024

Sep 13, 2024 at 3:28 AM UTC

[Free to Use Lyrics] Reading Fabre's Entomology - 3. Mantis

Date written: June 23, 2024 [email protected] Mantis By: Yisselakh Verse: So you look above the hedge And see the mantis on the edge The waning sun shines through its silhouette A sea of green perched beneath The roaring storm of overcast red The roaring storm of overcast red The roaring storm of overcast red Pre-Chorus: And the little life Oh so it oversees the other side? Arms curved, and the eyes? The eyes? The eyes? Piercing into the mind Does the little dot lead A sphere of truth or lies Chorus: For humanity patiently on this side Of time, of life, of a metaphorical rhyme What do you see from above us What can you prophesy? If he were the cicada perhaps We'd know everything Everything Everything But it stays so silent Oh so silent Oh so silent So we can do nothing Except keep dreaming Keep dreaming Keep dreaming Repeat: Pre-Chorus: Ask the little life Does it oversees the other side? Arms curved, and the eyes? The eyes? The eyes? Piercing into the mind Does the little dot lead A sphere of truth or lies Chorus: For humanity patiently on this side Of time, of life, of a metaphorical rhyme What do you see from above us What can you prophesy? If he were the cicada perhaps We'd know everything Everything Everything But it stays so silent Oh so silent Oh so silent So we can do nothing Except keep dreaming Keep dreaming Keep dreaming CODA: Is there an unshakable truth waiting of a sweet Awakening That, my child, my soul, the faithful and hopeless We have to answer from within Do you believe? Do you believe? Do you believe?

71

Date written: June 20, 2024 [email protected] The Cicada By: Yisselakh Intro: Therein lies the rub You're mistaking the grubs You can't even tell between the cicada and the wasp When it's so obvious So obvious Chorus: Who's the singer, the summer bug Who's the singer, the summer bug Content with its own love Even if its something perhaps Only he'll love Verse 1: And you still think you know The stranger of the olive grove The slacker shut out of the ant's abode And we always think we are the ants In these stories told At least that's what's sold At least that's what's sold To us Chorus: Who's the singer, the summer bug Who's the singer, the summer bug Content with its own love Even if its something perhaps Only he'll love Verse 2: You looked in the pond And felt rather cross This ant looks too much like a cicada You feel it's too late to accept who you are When you spend most your life lost Doesn't the right way feel like the wrong path Is this the fallacy of sunk cost Bridge: Unable to accept Unable to accept CODA Chorus: Who's the singer, the summer bug Who's the singer, the summer bug Content with its own love Even if its something perhaps Only he'll love Who's the singer, the summer bug Who's the singer, the summer bug Content with its own love Even if its something perhaps Only he'll love

0

Sep 11, 2024

Sep 11, 2024 at 3:56 PM UTC

[Free to Use Lyrics] Reading Fabre's Entomology - 2. Cicada

53

Date written: June 18, 2024 [email protected] Sacred Beetle By: Yisselakh Intro: The beetle climbs the wall of reality Rolling the sun into place, into the sky of dreams Verse: So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around And they say we're guided by the stars Or is it our hearts Or is it our hearts Is it our hearts Bridge: Is this just poetry, is this just art Is it really the truth of what we are I'll never truly know You'll never truly know We'll never truly know Pre-Chorus: What the wise men say The fools will never follow If you say so if you say so That's how they always go That's how they always go Chorus: But when her heart of gold Shines warmly on your mold On countless fateful noons Your heart and your soul Your shell like sun upon the moon Post-Chorus: You'll know You'll know You'll know And you'll believe And you'll believe CODA Verse: So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around Like they say we're guided by the stars And all of our hearts And all of our hearts All of our hearts

0

Sep 10, 2024

Sep 10, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC

[Free to Use Lyrics] Reading Fabre's Entomology - 1. Scarab

Date written: June 18, 2024 [email protected] Sacred Beetle By: Yisselakh Intro: The beetle climbs the wall of reality Rolling the sun into place, into the sky of dreams Verse: So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around And they say we're guided by the stars Or is it our hearts Or is it our hearts Is it our hearts Bridge: Is this just poetry, is this just art Is it really the truth of what we are I'll never truly know You'll never truly know We'll never truly know Pre-Chorus: What the wise men say The fools will never follow If you say so if you say so That's how they always go That's how they always go Chorus: But when her heart of gold Shines warmly on your mold On countless fateful noons Your heart and your soul Your shell like sun upon the moon Post-Chorus: You'll know You'll know You'll know And you'll believe And you'll believe CODA Verse: So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around Like they say we're guided by the stars And all of our hearts And all of our hearts All of our hearts

45

Sam Lampyris is peeking through time from eternity. Sam Lampyris has all the time in the world. Sam Lampyris wants to know everything, Sam Lampyris wants to do everything, Sam Lampyris wants to write about everything. Sam Lampyris draws, Sam Lampyris paints, writes, learns, sings, thinks. Sam Lampyris has many facets and many names, many interests and hobbies. Sam Lampyris is PinkCircleLyrics, He is Yisselakh. He is Meynoher. And more. He is impulsive, and follows the ebbs and flow of his stream of consciousness faithfully. All conscious directly inspired pastiche, homage, references, adaptation, and other derivative content will be noted, and any other similarities beyond this I can only attribute to subconscious influence, collective consciousness or unconscious, or pure coincidence. Unlike previous works by Sam Lampyris under various pseudonyms, these works are less reactive and more proactive. This is to say that the previous poems and lyrics often sprung directly from my immediate reaction to things I have heard, listened to, read, seen or watched, and are usually much more authentic to my personal philosophy, be it intuitive or learned. These, however, are more proactive in the sense that I voluntarily seek prompts and inspirations from books and other mediums I look to learn from and write with them in mind. I do this in order to fortify my understanding of them in my own preferred way. However, during the writing process, my mind always, in some strange way, becomes locked in a track and I, again, seem to be always directed to follow my intuition. Thus, most of the works are non rhyming or rhyming free verses, as instead of writing with strict and consistent meters, it feels like my own being is forced to follow rhythm patterns that "feels right." Thus, though I can't promise these thoughts are anything under the sun, in fact I can promise the exact opposite: Ecclesiastes1:10 King James Version "Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us." I can promise these works are absolutely authentic to the entire being of Sam Lampyris, no matter what his name is at the time.

0

Sep 10, 2024

Sep 10, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC

The Secret Lives of Sam Lampyris

Sam Lampyris is peeking through time from eternity. Sam Lampyris has all the time in the world. Sam Lampyris wants to know everything, Sam Lampyris wants to do everything, Sam Lampyris wants to write about everything. Sam Lampyris draws, Sam Lampyris paints, writes, learns, sings, thinks. Sam Lampyris has many facets and many names, many interests and hobbies. Sam Lampyris is PinkCircleLyrics, He is Yisselakh. He is Meynoher. And more. He is impulsive, and follows the ebbs and flow of his stream of consciousness faithfully. All conscious directly inspired pastiche, homage, references, adaptation, and other derivative content will be noted, and any other similarities beyond this I can only attribute to subconscious influence, collective consciousness or unconscious, or pure coincidence. Unlike previous works by Sam Lampyris under various pseudonyms, these works are less reactive and more proactive. This is to say that the previous poems and lyrics often sprung directly from my immediate reaction to things I have heard, listened to, read, seen or watched, and are usually much more authentic to my personal philosophy, be it intuitive or learned. These, however, are more proactive in the sense that I voluntarily seek prompts and inspirations from books and other mediums I look to learn from and write with them in mind. I do this in order to fortify my understanding of them in my own preferred way. However, during the writing process, my mind always, in some strange way, becomes locked in a track and I, again, seem to be always directed to follow my intuition. Thus, most of the works are non rhyming or rhyming free verses, as instead of writing with strict and consistent meters, it feels like my own being is forced to follow rhythm patterns that "feels right." Thus, though I can't promise these thoughts are anything under the sun, in fact I can promise the exact opposite: Ecclesiastes1:10 King James Version "Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us." I can promise these works are absolutely authentic to the entire being of Sam Lampyris, no matter what his name is at the time.

15