“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

Archive for July, 2011

The Language I Speak

R’stafi fao l’laa

Ereath reaa entsamom

Nai ichawhi i oad otan n’tawa

Heat r’ldawo oat standaunder eam

I owagr redati fao rdsawo

N’daa oas redati fao feali

Atath i elafe keali mingascrea

N’daa i veaha deama yam w’noa

Oat apeaesc

I maa eeafr

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The Dancers

They dance with the sweat flinging from their limbs

They dance to impress invisible faces

And their own are as stones

Immovable, without emotion

And they spin with the ferocity of lions

Not only sweat, but paint

Dripping, dripping

They are dark like the night

Twirling in the skins of their kill

They are dangerous like the night

The blood of the animals still upon them

And they shout

And it screams to the soul

Pushing past the boundaries of the body

And back out again

Like a blinding light it escapes

They feel it

You feel it

And you dance

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Outcast

take a cup

and join the fun

drown yourself in

all the pressure

takes its toll on

what you are

you’ll even say a

prayer

but words don’t mean a thing

when you don’t believe in what

you’re dreaming of

you are watching from the outskirts

one foot in

the other out

you could follow

you could even be

the leader of

the messes of the day

but what would you become

what no one wants

when no one

cares

words don’t mean a thing

when you don’t believe in what

you’re dreaming of

you are watching from the outskirts

one foot in

the other out

what are you waiting for

the waters don’t part anymore

it’s either stay or

go

words don’t mean a thing

when you don’t believe in what

you’re dreaming of

you are watching from the outskirts

one foot in

the other out…

 

 

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Meant To Be

standing with your feet a foot

away from the door

fist held high and poised behind

waiting to touch

but gaining entrance means you have

to tell who you are

but how could you do such a thing

when you don’t know yourself?

and how do you explain away

the blood on your hands?

and the knife you hid inside your coat

you’ve forgotten about?

~

her fingers intertwined she’s looking

down the road again

she lives to please and satisfy

the world she’s been given

but when alone she fears the dark

and those hiding in it

and kneeling down beside the mess

cries, “Father, forgive me.”

but how could she explain it all away

when she’s been caught red-handed?

and judged by every watching eye

would there be any point in it?

~

still you need a place to rest

unseen by the masses

one loud knock to break the silence

and enter another

she opens up her home to you

and you hide under the baskets

and one heart tells the other one

“I understand why.”

there’s no need to explain away

the guilt in your being

and the envy of a fuller life

when it was meant to be

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