Different

The basic desire to be different... to not fade into the crowd amongst the blacks and whites. When I look around... I see stereotypical roles... decisions by rule... one step in front of the other, each leading to a predefined action... each one behaving just like the rest. Like dead willow trees in autumn.

The very core of my being screams "Ignore it... deny it... break it. Be different even if you are proven to be wrong so that you may not look back at these years and regret not taking a chance. So that your feeble old legs don't regret running... your dry tongue doesn't regret kissing... your cold hands do not regret touching. Don't be afraid of pain or love... they are like the seasons...they will come and go and leave nothing but scars and memories. Your freedom does not come from chains... but from bonds and thoughts. Why be what the world 'wants' you to be when you could be what you 'want' yourself to be."

Its time and its eternal silence that ask me the same question again and again... "why... why be different? Why not just do what they all do... after all...you are one of them."

To be remembered and not forgotten
I will not be lost in the crowd
Not like a dead rose within the pages
It's not what I chose for myself
In this city of stone and dirt
The only thing that's real is my blood
And maybe you will someday see
Nothing was real...
Except You and Me.

Poet's love

Beleaguered fools shall forever curse the rains, while the mystic poet sits beneath the Banyan tree and writes about the dark clouds above. No flute will ever play the tune to which his heart dances... and no songbird will ever be able to sing the song to which his soul moves. Its not the rains washing every inch of his flesh that cleanse him... its his breath that takes away all that hinders his being.

Oh poet of the moonless autumn night
Write to me words of love and wisdom
For once lost in woods so dark
I cannot see my home or the path
This falling rain reminds me of you
Sitting beneath a tree of gold
Playing the flute to the dancing wind
Watching the world slowly grow old

If night be the blanket beneath which I may sleep
Then remember me for the words I yearn to speak
A word for you and your beautiful soul
A word for the thundering of your heart

Oh mystic poet, be forever free
Like the stars in the night sky
Forever free...

Sometimes I float amongst clouds
Sometimes I fall with the rain
On autumn nights, the wind takes me along
On winter dawns, I descend with the fog

It's not the world around me
But the place within my head
Changing with the seasons
I'm changing till the end

And now that the silence
Has come to me again
I carry on... I carry on..
Again...

Memories

Blue skies forever shall remain blue
But the monsoon rains color my world gray
Oh how different it felt to be alive
Alive within the winter fog again
Time has passed since we felt the clouds
But the taste lingers on my tongue till today
Soft steps on the cold morning dew
Will never be the same again
Like children who grew up too fast
The laughter slowly faded away

And now that night has come to me
Let us say goodbye...
Now that the clouds have passed me by
Let us say goodbye...

Thoughts without Titles

I would say to the world
"Let us be..."
For she has chosen me
With all that she sees in me
If ever there was a woman
Who knew how to love
It would be her
Past the fool and into the soul
Her love reached where no one goes

When my time is complete
When every word in me
Speaks of her and her love for me
I will turn to her
And love her for an eternity
If only the world would just
Let us be.

Still as Trees

Oh my dear one, its not the end of the world
The water still flows, the sky is still above
The moon hangs low in the summer sky
With wolves singing, gathered around

We stand above and beyond
Watching as the world floats on by
Feeling the wind and the rain on these leafy fingertips
We know what it means to be alive
Still for eternity, but still alive

Hurt

A song about realization...reflection... and preservation. A very honest song in all its meaning.

"Hurt" is a song written by Trent Reznor, first released on Nine Inch Nails' 1994 album The Downward Spiral. In 2002, "Hurt" was covered by Johnny Cash to critical acclaim. He covered it soon after his wife died... it was one of Cash's final hit releases before his own death. Its accompanying video, featuring images from Cash's life and directed by Mark Romanek, was named the best video of the year by the Grammy Awards and Country Music Awards.



"Hurt" covered by Johnny Cash

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

The seeds will travel, and so will the tree

Of what to think of myriad times
But to sit and watch the years go by
We will speak in bliss of moments gone
Like stolen gems from a trickling pond
But what to say to an oak tree so old
Like time itself he is known
To lie beneath starts tonight
And let the world float on by

Lets be at peace in the winter night
For the world is cruel, but spare tonight
Its death at once and birth again
Of time and years and sullen days
For who knows where these path lead
For the ones who walk with barren feet
But we stand still beneath the virgin sky
And watch the years float on by

You and Me, we are like trees
Standing alone...silent and still
These roots hold us down and won't let us be
But it is in our souls to be free
In the hearts they are born
And in our patience they grow
My child, let them go... let them be...
The seeds will travel... and so will the tree.

In my dreams

Fairies of a midsummer sky, don't hide amongst the stars
Come down for a little while...
Its time to fall asleep
Through the summer days I have walked
Only to find myself wandering through the winter fog
This yearning does not let me be as I search for the ones I love
Place me on the dew wet ground and sprinkle some fairy dust
I just want to fall asleep
Under a withering moon... let me sleep
Let the words float in my dreams
The promises they all broke... the ones I still keep
Sing to me of a land far away... one without hate or greed
And watch me drift away... into never ending sleep

As the night grows darker... I yearn to be...
Yearn to be... amongst my dreams...
The only place where I may find...
...My Everlasting Peace.

Songbirds

We're songbirds baby, trapped inside a cage
Singing out to the lonely moon
Mother gave me wings, and I gave up the sky for you
Sit beside me and watch the seasons go
This is just the winter baby
We've got many more to go

The spring breeze blows through my sullen dreams
But in the mist I sing to you,
A song which only you and I know
Though the cold wind freezes my thoughts
I fight it away, I fight it all for you
We're just songbirds baby
That's all we can do

Through the seasons, like the sun we grow
And the stars will call out to us baby
That's when we shall know
Fly away and leave this cage behind
We've got our whole deaths to go
We're songbirds singing the same song baby
And the song is in our souls
... the song is in our souls