Date written: July 19, 2024
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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
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC
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
The Secret Lives of Sam Lampyris 4
Loosely Inspired By:
FABRE’S
BOOK OF INSECTS
RETOLD FROM ALEXANDER TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS’
TRANSLATION of FABRE’S “SOUVENIRS ENTOMOLOGIQUES”
BY MRS. RODOLPH STAWELL
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Disclaimer:
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.
