Showing posts with label Echo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Echo. Show all posts
how i feel insane while i softly
whimper through the fragile syllables
of your haunting name;
hoping you could hear me,
and feel the life you gave
my undying soul
dwindle away
while oh,
the echo of each day, each night
we intimately conversed
sends ache throughout
the breadth
of my unchained heart
and i see you...
oh, God how i still see you
so beautiful.
i worship you,
see you linger in my dreams,
never doubting the very theme
you have ever, ever
painted across my fragile heart
from the day we met to
the day i found my distorted soul
in convulsions
while crying your pretty name
i would write
each and every whisper
that intimately haunted me.
for to me you are more
than you could ever, ever believe
trust me,
trust in all the words i write,
then be convinced of --
oh please be convinced
when i say...
i am utterly in love
with you.
see you linger in my dreams,
never doubting the very theme
you have ever, ever
painted across my fragile heart
from the day we met to
the day i found my distorted soul
in convulsions
while crying your pretty name
i would write
each and every whisper
that intimately haunted me.
for to me you are more
than you could ever, ever believe
trust me,
trust in all the words i write,
then be convinced of --
oh please be convinced
when i say...
i am utterly in love
with you.
my thoughts linger
ever often
during hours in which
the world seems
to doze beneath the moonlit skies
i'm alone, while waiting for...
something. anything.
and i cry to the stars for your
amorous touch.
where are you and
do you think of me too?
days when we were
so fond of beautiful sunsets
haunt me.
my eyes veiled.
oh, you seem so near, yet
so far, so far, so far.
how has it come to this?
i need you.
of the bone which came to a man
from a lynx that captured a goose
to find it was of great power
but denounced all the things he knew
that had laced a life alone
into whatever it was that came
and for every time he tied
his foolishness deep in shame
my elders told me of these things
the history that they knew
to pave them into forever
across the teachings they've imbued
and how I've not forgotten,
as a young boy I've listened so
to these tales that they had told me
so my own embrace their echo
from a lynx that captured a goose
to find it was of great power
but denounced all the things he knew
that had laced a life alone
into whatever it was that came
and for every time he tied
his foolishness deep in shame
my elders told me of these things
the history that they knew
to pave them into forever
across the teachings they've imbued
and how I've not forgotten,
as a young boy I've listened so
to these tales that they had told me
so my own embrace their echo
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"One spring, near Lake Winnipeg, a single snow goose appeared high in the air. It glided down on a smaller lake and swam to shore. Nearby and quietly, a lynx crouched as the wind shifted on the goose's scent into his nose. For a brief moment, the goose lifted his head, listening. But before it could rise again safely, the lynx had it in his teeth. The lynx feasted down to bones and feathers. Then, just as he began to crack a bone for marrow, a man called out and the lynx was quick into the trees. Only artifacts of the goose remained, but among them, the man found a bone said to protect the heart--a "wishing bone." He examined it slowly. Later, he found that the bone was a tool of metamorphosis, which allowed him to become a "trickster" capable of wishing things into existence, and himself into various situations." -- A Swampy Cree tale as told by Jacob Nibenegenesabe and Samuel Makidemewabe.
slowly I graze
against the shrouds of my youth
embracing what it had already meant
embracing what it had already meant
to scribe
when rain was just as sweet as light
and gray overshadowed no beauty
fairer than my muse
and gray overshadowed no beauty
fairer than my muse
and through that curious enchantment,
which in time aroused my secret self,
I was at once acquainted with my heart's eternal dreams.
which in time aroused my secret self,
I was at once acquainted with my heart's eternal dreams.
as these thoughts flame for the beauty i've sought
fueled by the madness in my heart's desire for a glimpse of what transpires in the eerie depths
which grow by the things that have built the fire
it may be the voices that echo the rain
or the solitude which had once called to me
the one thing i know is that forever
i've buried my soul into a wild degree
while i begged to the heavens for an ounce of you
to flow through the veins of what may come
and die before the emptiness ignites the truth
which call to the depths where i am from
where my thoughts flame for the beauty i've sought
fueled by the madness in my heart's desire
for a glimpse of what transpires in the eerie depths
which grow by the things that have built the fire
Unspoken through the echoing mind
And by the pen which strokes with ink
I breathe and attain her every beauty
While the desires within my heart awake
For what I long, I pray to touch
To be her life for always, I
Unmask the secrets in her soul, oh me
How I wish to kiss her lips tonight
And in love I am as the day I gazed
Within her eyes, how it made me tear
Blooming our fate to be together
Deep in our essence, we truly mirror
I breathe and attain her every beauty
While the desires within my heart awake
For what I long, I pray to touch
To be her life for always, I
Unmask the secrets in her soul, oh me
How I wish to kiss her lips tonight
And in love I am as the day I gazed
Within her eyes, how it made me tear
Blooming our fate to be together
Deep in our essence, we truly mirror
By fairness in fortune I lay as a jewel
No pain about me may cease the divine
Her eyes write the words I'll not e'er adieu
For fairness in fortune is life I refine
Heaven's angels once had whispered to me
"Oh, tis' for you that she desperately cries"
So lest it be that this fortune may see
That just as a fool I may leave her in time
While here not once had I meant to bring her
An ounce of wrong in deep lullaby
Oh, fairness in fortune does suit me better
Than all the things that demons implied
Like life is frail and of no worth to me
If truth does hold what we wish to deny
Dear fairness in fortune had ultimately
Become a friend whom I'll always confide
In deepness of secret no other attained
So long had it been to be by and by
Sweet fairness in fortune is my life explained
By echoes of me when winter is nigh
beyond that bolted door
lilies, they bloom bright;
your laughter carries an echo
in soothing rhythm white.
forever I'll envy your grace
sweet angel whom I adore
you remain my reason to be
and the piece of heaven I mourn
like the sky bruised with sadness
I crave the broken rain
to escape my weary soul
and have you once again
when I whisper to you softly
in dreams beyond this life
that I will always love you
in soothing rhythm white
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