It’s astrology. Read the stars in my eyes Hand me the key And I’ll chain my own wrists Slipping in and out Of our own lives Like shadows. I can’t breathe underwater.
In the darkness I reflect the sky In the midst of this war I’m sacrificial It’s written on my face And the palms of my hands My fortune The belief I will save you
My eyes are tired But you can see me Dreaming your dreams, Drifting in the undertow. Everything has changed. I’ll drown under these grey skies A kiss of life Under the weight of the world
Vox Humana is a stop system on a pipe ***** which produces a sound akin to the human voice. But the meaning of this poem regards specifically to the latin word for vox: vocals, voice, expression. Humana derives from human and kindness--linked to the concept of humanity and compassion. This poem speaks of the suppression of our collective voice by censorship and persecution.
i’d like to be out in the sea i’d be on a wave jumping over top waiting for the crash avoiding the undertow i’d doing like i did as a kid i’d soak up the sun and play in the sand just enjoying the ocean breeze and the ocean view
it's strange to see a river spring into being violently churning but without sound to see sticks and even trees swept away down its length but not feel its current's tugging pull
you wonder whether the river is real or nothing but an imagined torrent
If I met you 20 years ago I would not even lay my eyes on you But I could Picture the younger you with me Easily I frown on Your 80's acid shirt, Kenny G hair But I can still trace the image of you between your brows Unswerving eyes and lips If I met you 20 years ago You would had fallen for me I am so sure, because your eyes tell me
