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Friday, April 25, 2003
 
Through The Fire

I remember being warned not to go there.
I tried to learn to think things through.
I really did try to go slow.
It made sense not to go near anything that would burn.
No one else is to blame,
I knew to stay away from the edge.

I never saw the danger of your smile.
I certainly never dreamed that my heart
Would race so wildly out ahead.
I really did try to go slow.
Then I walked through a ring of fire,
To you.
Now I am standing on an edge

I know the danger,
I see the fire.
Dear god I want to fly.
I really did try to go slow.
I could very well be wrong.
I might get hurt,
I may be burned.

Yet I can't help myself.
I seem to have lost the will to resist.
As I walked through the fire I learned,
That sometimes it's better to get singed.
Rather than to always be safe,
And going slow.
I have to try.
-Annie



 
Message In A Bottle

To you (because you found it):
I am lost on a desert island.
Long captivated has its beauty held me,
But it does not make up for being lonely.
I'm begging you, please rescue me;
Else I may lose my sanity.
Creeping insanity, I fear it may come
Before my rescue... Wait, I hear a steel drum!

Could it be that my salvation's at hand
By the lonely wand'ring of a cruise liner's band?
Could it be that I WILL see my friends again?
I would be joyous to leave this land
Behind me. Oh, sweet joy, a ship in sight!
It is on the horizon, and by the sun's light
It may find me yet! Oh, it is the broad light of day!
Bright light, high sun, and, how do you say,
Ah, yes, freedom! But wait. How will they
Be able to find me? The chances are nay...

Yet their ship, yes, their ship, is approaching at speed!
Oh, sweet salvation, how long have I seeked!
And if this day should see them to me,
My self would return to reality.

I can see the passengers now;
Some men, some women. They're standing at the bow
Of the ship. They're searching for something.
Could I possibly be that something?
Yes! I am waving, and they are waving back!
It's true! It is true. I must get ready to pack
All of the things that are here with me;
My only connection to humanity.

But while I'd love to leave this desert isle,
It's been my home for quite a while.
About a week, if I remember right.
(On the sand I would lay, and I spent the nights
Staring up at the sky, filled with diamond-like stars--
But what am I thinking? I'm going home, away from here, far.)

They're coming closer now; I guess I should ready
My belongings... Onmagosh, is that my baby???
Yes, it is he!! What sweet, sweet irony
That my rescuer should be my one and only!
The only man I will ever love;
He has searched for and found his wand'ring dove!
And now, now I see, he is calling my name!
He cries out "I love you" and I cry out the same.
And as the ship anchors in the shallow sea,
I run to him; he runs to me
After securing the anchor. I exult in
His warm embrace. I'll never leave him again!
He picks up my bags while holding my hand...

And sadly I realize this message must end.
So, happily now I'll seal this message
In a bottle, and send it on its passage.
A miraculous rescue this, I think you'll agree.
May this message give you hope on the open sea.
And so, as we are going home, I shall drop
This message in a bottle into the ocean, with hope
That my joyous words will comfort you
When you're on the open sea, lonely and blue.
-Rima Darkstar



 
El amor no hace promesas

Love makes no promises
If you only knew, what i've been going through
Waiting and wanting you
Could this be love
How, tell me how will I know
Will my heart make believe it's so
Or can I trust the way i feel
If you could read my mind
You see how hard I've tried
Still I can't decide

If you only knew, what I've been going through
Waiting and wanting you
Could this be love
Oh, tell me could this be love

El amor no hace promesas

Do you know if it's true
That real love lasts a lifetime
Does it shine like the stars up in the sky
And do you know if you can fall for just a moment
Is a moment for all time
Why, why am I so unsure
Is that love knocking at my door
Or the sound of my beating heart
If you could read my mind
You know i just can't hide
What I feel inside

If you only knew, what I've been going through
Waiting and wanting you
Could this be love
Oh, tell me could this be love

Could this be love
Could this be love

I wanna know



If you only knew
Love makes no promises

-J Lo




Thursday, April 24, 2003
 
The M-factor...

We live in a greedy little world
that teaches every little boy and girl
To earn as much as they can possibly
then turn around and
Spend it foolishly
We've created us a credit card mess
We spend the money we don't possess
Our religion is to go and blow it all
So it's shoppin' every Sunday at the mall

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
It's such a beautiful thing Ka-ching!
Lots of diamond rings
The happiness it brings
You'll live like a king
With lots of money and things

When you're broke go and get a loan
Take out another mortgage on your home
Consolidate so you can afford
To go and spend some more when
you get bored

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

Let's swing
Dig deeper in your pocket
Oh, yeah, ha
Come on I know you've got it
Dig deeper in your wallet
Oh

All we ever want is more
A lot more than we had before
So take me to the nearest store

Can you hear it ring
It makes you wanna sing
You'll live like a king
With lots of money and things
Ka-ching!

- Sha(ha)nia Twain...



Monday, April 21, 2003
 

Its a new start, a new plan I have been waiting for...

Into Every Life...

She looks into air, herself falling rain
Dripping coldness past, memories old pain.

Drops fall, the puddling her damp water-life.
Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife.

A sigh, one frown, crying soft saddened tears.
Storms of remember - through bleak yesteryear.

Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart.
But how can she joy, while taking no part?

Cov'ring cold soul, corona of defense.
Defying the stab of her fate's intents.

This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die.

What my destiny, but an empty-off dream?
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme.

Am I doomed then to live, time never-free?
Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris?

Is justice, outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow, painful fall-out?

Is love, perhaps, just a sliver of sun?
Shining through mists, revealing Avalon?

Personal paradise, which I can own,
Evoking happiness, hither unknown?

She raises from streets of lonely no more.
Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore.

Her withered gait now straightening with pride.
She glides like an angel 'cross future's tide.

Belief in life renewed, no, only found.
Footsteps echoing, a cadence of sound.

Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart.
Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.