pirmdiena, 2013. gada 27. maijs

(52)

The Becoming and Being pt.1

I am becoming-
a person,
your person,
the person.
Governed by never ending time
I change with its continuous flow,
I move on with this eternal unending. 

To myself
I am becoming the person I was destined to be
Before I happened to become a person. 
Within this complexity of growth and paths I could take
Is the simplicity of always being on the right one. 
They all are mine alone
And only lead towards what I will become once I reach the end. 
Oddly - the path is never ending. 

otrdiena, 2013. gada 26. februāris

(50)

...
So pretty, so perfect
She's precious to me
So little, so fragile
So innocent's she

I'll raise her, I'll save her
I'll place her up there
Like a doll she will sit
Be my favourite pick

I'll fix her, I'll dress her
I'll braid her hair
I want everyone to see
How charming is she

She sits there, she waits there
For me to come by
To choose her, to tend her
Take care of her

She cries and she whines
Seems unhappy to be
Above my accessible reach
On that shelf so ordered and neat

So persistent, so stubborn
She continues to cry
She's cleaned and she's fed
Is there something more to be met?

She's dressed and she's perfect
But why doesn't she stop
All the boxes are ticked
Nothing's been missed

I can't bare this trial
Of this miserable child
She's not what I thought
So leaving I'm caught

sestdiena, 2013. gada 23. februāris

(49)

Pt.1
...
So pretty, so perfect
She's precious to me
So little, so fragile
So innocent's she

I'll raise her, I'll save her
I'll place her up there
Like a doll she will sit
Be my favourite pick

I'll fix her, I'll dress her
I'll braid her hair
I want everyone to see
How charming is she.

ceturtdiena, 2013. gada 21. februāris

(48)

...
You died and they laid you to rest
Berried you under seven feet of white sand
No one has been so kind to me
Unlikely I even died in their arms
It would be asking too much
They just left me there
Allowed me to wither
I know deserts used to be green
But nothing dry has ever replenished
And I fear it's the course of my fate
Or maybe I've already withered as dry as the desert


trešdiena, 2013. gada 20. februāris

(47)

She is tearing through the universe

...

Love has been dealt where so kindly deserved
Longed for so long
Accepted, adored.
Causing laughter storms and butterfly turmoils
Seeding spring in wintered ground.
Love is doing what is does most often
It's doing what love always does best

She does not know it yet
That the joke is at her expense.
The universe has been torn through
Ripped and shredded
Imploded with shrapnel.
She has yet to discover that love
That love has double-crossed her

There is no hope to salvage
No threads to hold on to.
The explosion is still forcing outwards
They have just collided, just ignited
Unknown how far outwards it will reach.
She has become so bright, so pretty
And now the joke is revealed -
Love has been dealt somewhere else

svētdiena, 2013. gada 17. februāris

(46)

she's tearing through the Universe, pt.1
...
Love has been dealt where so kindly deserved
Longed for so long
Accepted, adored
Causing laughter storms and butterfly turmoils
Seeding spring in wintered ground
Love is doing what it does most often
It's doing what it always does best