Reputation is what other people know about you....
Honour is what you know about yourself.
Lois McMaster Bujold

RUSH
"SUBDIVISIONS"
Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson

The Trees
There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.
The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced the're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade?
There is trouble in the Forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the Maples scream 'Oppression!'
And the Oaks, just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
'These oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light.'
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet,
Axe,
And saw.
by Rush

I am dying, withering away.
From the time I was thought of.
To the dust of this earth I go.
I see it clearer and clearer,
By each hour of each day.

If my life could change,
For what I crave most.
A gentle caring hand,
To guide me,
To hold me,
To love me.

A kind loving heart,
Full of our passions,
Knowingness of our oneness.

The knowingness.

As I feel his arms holding me,  
The sense of safety,
Shelter,
Surrounds me,
From the awful storms.

Unconditional love,
For me,
As I for him.

But this is just a dream,
As I awake once more,
Reality has,
once again,
set in.
kt

I have named you queen.
There are taller ones than you, taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.

But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
as the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,
the nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.
by Pablo Neruda (a man of with an art *******)

Where is my true love,
My love that whispers in my ear
The sweet nothings
Which send sparkles within every part of my being...

My true love.
A love larger than the oceans,
Brighter than the stars,
And yet it goes much father beyond...

Our love.
Between two souls,
As of once before.
Our souls, our hearts,
Our every beings,
Together, together
Once again.

In your arms so strong
So close to one another.
I can hear each beat of your heart,
As we find our tranquillity
From times of past.

Each day that passes
My heart aches,
As l lose a piece of myself.
And farther and farther
Into the darkness I go.
As I lay awake waiting.
kt

People have regrets,
Yet no one forgets.

Some learn,
Some don't.
Some yearn,
Some won't.

Trails are life,
That is life.

Stronge are some,
Some are weak.

I changed my ways,
Not noticed anyway.

So Judge me not,
But believe in me first.

I have seen, been,
And become clean.

Please do not wonder,
Why things happen,
To all us people,
All forgotten.

kt