Jun 2013
Thank you for your help, however hard it was
All your unkind words only serve to help me on my path.
"You make me sick," simply puts me on my way
This 'new' you was meant to free you, to stand up to the world.
But now you're trying out your armour on the one
Who's not your enemy!
You want to reclaim your power, you said,
"No more ******* weakling."
But at the heart of your tirade, you neglected to check one fact:
It's you yourself who gave away your own power.
Yes, it's you yourself who gave away YOUR own power!
So.
Thank you, I think.
Thank you, baby.
Thank you, I think.....
Well, you're going to hurt someone and it may just be yourself
You think that by gaining these pieces of yourself, it empowers.
You're simply becoming a stranger now
Perhaps it's what you wanted.... all along.
Given that Fate threw us together like that
Now you seek us out less and less.
Yet you said you liked me enough to keep me
And endure and be patient. Well, not so anymore!
I think I've expired whatever my purpose was
Now I feel quite empty on our vast terrain; too wide.
You tell me to feel your tears course down your cheeks
Well, would you still cradle my face now, or no more?
You must have wanted to do it long ago
You just couldn't hide it, couldn't stop it.
I sensed it in your restlessness
But fret not, dear. I understand and accept.
Oh, I accept that you have pain
I'll take it with my own and receive whatever is given.
I hope you find your happiness where you seek it
And yes, I'll touch your tears as they stream down your life.....
So.
Thank you, I think.
Thank you, baby.
Thank you, I think.....
S T, monday 10 June 2013
All your unkind words only serve to help me on my path.
"You make me sick," simply puts me on my way
This 'new' you was meant to free you, to stand up to the world.
But now you're trying out your armour on the one
Who's not your enemy!
You want to reclaim your power, you said,
"No more ******* weakling."
But at the heart of your tirade, you neglected to check one fact:
It's you yourself who gave away your own power.
Yes, it's you yourself who gave away YOUR own power!
So.
Thank you, I think.
Thank you, baby.
Thank you, I think.....
Well, you're going to hurt someone and it may just be yourself
You think that by gaining these pieces of yourself, it empowers.
You're simply becoming a stranger now
Perhaps it's what you wanted.... all along.
Given that Fate threw us together like that
Now you seek us out less and less.
Yet you said you liked me enough to keep me
And endure and be patient. Well, not so anymore!
I think I've expired whatever my purpose was
Now I feel quite empty on our vast terrain; too wide.
You tell me to feel your tears course down your cheeks
Well, would you still cradle my face now, or no more?
You must have wanted to do it long ago
You just couldn't hide it, couldn't stop it.
I sensed it in your restlessness
But fret not, dear. I understand and accept.
Oh, I accept that you have pain
I'll take it with my own and receive whatever is given.
I hope you find your happiness where you seek it
And yes, I'll touch your tears as they stream down your life.....
So.
Thank you, I think.
Thank you, baby.
Thank you, I think.....
S T, monday 10 June 2013
Written long ago.
Good song: "When God made me"...checking out even the lyrics alone is worthy of effort.
sub-entry:
'child-spirit'
1.
there, where you are now
is where you live
there, where you were
is where you used to be
the place you grew up..
2.
crossing the threshold of that house
with eyes closed
and put out hands to feel
the air around the spaces
where you used to hide..
touch the banister of the winding staircase
now coated in dust
and hear the laughter tinkling far-off
3.
..see the child-spirit, with closed eyes
shadows on the walls, creeping alongside
..feel the whizz of a singing buckle flying through the air
and the initial stinging thwack; sink into flesh
..smell the fear and singed plastic curtain
and the ....the accident on the two-plate stove
..tell your teacher and your friends at school
how you tripped and fell
leaving that **** upon your forehead
yes, laugh with them, tell them
how silly of you, not to watch your step
..hear the silent cries beneath the stairwell
and the footsteps and the hushes
..touch the heart of the child-spirit
who yearns for healing still.
4.
one day, may come kindred spirit
to join hands with you
fear no more, dear child
please, take my hand :)
let us away.
Good song: "When God made me"...checking out even the lyrics alone is worthy of effort.
sub-entry:
'child-spirit'
1.
there, where you are now
is where you live
there, where you were
is where you used to be
the place you grew up..
2.
crossing the threshold of that house
with eyes closed
and put out hands to feel
the air around the spaces
where you used to hide..
touch the banister of the winding staircase
now coated in dust
and hear the laughter tinkling far-off
3.
..see the child-spirit, with closed eyes
shadows on the walls, creeping alongside
..feel the whizz of a singing buckle flying through the air
and the initial stinging thwack; sink into flesh
..smell the fear and singed plastic curtain
and the ....the accident on the two-plate stove
..tell your teacher and your friends at school
how you tripped and fell
leaving that **** upon your forehead
yes, laugh with them, tell them
how silly of you, not to watch your step
..hear the silent cries beneath the stairwell
and the footsteps and the hushes
..touch the heart of the child-spirit
who yearns for healing still.
4.
one day, may come kindred spirit
to join hands with you
fear no more, dear child
please, take my hand :)
let us away.
