for Ris
i wrote this at a time when i didn't know if i would ever write again, so i attempted to explain what i was looking for
I believe the country never ends
I feel my heart will never mend
I still see old rain on the window
From seasons so very long ago
There are feelings I will not release, nor will ever send
to the ends of the earth
Where it seems as though sense now lies.
I feel my stomach jump in my skin
Like a worker anxious to begin
A mouth ready to talk
But having to gasp for air, to baulk
At the though of what it is to sin
And the abdomen threatens to explode,
Holding in some private bomb.
If I were to reveal all that I would change
Everything I care about would somehow rearrange
People would fall into holes
Pointed far apart with poles
All things confused no longer strange
Yet alteration disturbs further
What has already been milled over
Beauty dances across my eyes
And I long to see the red sunrise
But blue sky still lingers long
My ears are still filling with song
A chase is on between two flies
Around my head will all my knowledge open
Observation oozing out
I'm watching light waves bend
Shadows, watching nature distend
Shapes to crooked pieces
Power to cancel people's leases
For want of time to mend
All the cracks long overdue
So long the clock blew itself up
Trigger-happy era
Pushing a button will make it all clearer
All floating nightmares will come back to earth
There will be a massive rebirth
No more flocking to the Fuhrer
Don't the states have dictators enough
Selectively permeable, I forgot.
I'm such a fool for you
I jumped through hoops when you wanted me to
And still managed to land on my feet
Made the two ends of the candle meet
To burn me a flame anew
Reignite a spark that sank to the bottom
Of the bottle holding my emotions
And sleep still eludes me
I'm losing all I want to be
In the wind that holds my hope
The breeze that, when I do elope,
Will linger on my shoulders free
And whisper words of guilt in my ear
Of course there's no escape.
Where's my better place to play?
Am I still slowly fading away
In my summertime of grace
Standing beside the fireplace
Hearing the anger of the words you say
Feeling as cold as the ice in your tea
And I want to step outside.
I want to bury my face in sand
Hold the world up in my hand
To gaze upon, to watch it spin
Let it balance on a pin
Know that all the goals I planned
To kick were not in vain
That I should never have been afraid
So I stand here, being accused
Punished, thrown about, abused
For lack of having a silver spoon
For wanting to travel to the moon
These frayed ends, together, fused
Will take me, Au Clair de Lune
Who's going to stop me?
Get on board, take a bow
Sit down quickly, I said now!
Look around, fix your gaze
On the wondrous Purple Haze
Make your promise, take a vow
To respect all your brothers
Make sure they don't turn on each other
Stop off soon, climb up the hill
Take a magical tour of the mill
Find the remnants of the time
Before lemon went with lime
Are you sure you've had your fill?
Enough to teach the lessons
None of our forefathers ever learnt
Whistling tunes off my lips
Talking with my fingertips
As I lock away my world
Re-curl all that was unfurled
Stealing glances to sink ships
The scenes replay across my eyes
As time just passes by
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-29 at 08:02
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i wrote this at a time when i didn't know if i would ever write again, so i attempted to explain what i was looking for
Mirage
"We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity"- Raoul VaneigemI believe the country never ends
I feel my heart will never mend
I still see old rain on the window
From seasons so very long ago
There are feelings I will not release, nor will ever send
to the ends of the earth
Where it seems as though sense now lies.
I feel my stomach jump in my skin
Like a worker anxious to begin
A mouth ready to talk
But having to gasp for air, to baulk
At the though of what it is to sin
And the abdomen threatens to explode,
Holding in some private bomb.
If I were to reveal all that I would change
Everything I care about would somehow rearrange
People would fall into holes
Pointed far apart with poles
All things confused no longer strange
Yet alteration disturbs further
What has already been milled over
Beauty dances across my eyes
And I long to see the red sunrise
But blue sky still lingers long
My ears are still filling with song
A chase is on between two flies
Around my head will all my knowledge open
Observation oozing out
I'm watching light waves bend
Shadows, watching nature distend
Shapes to crooked pieces
Power to cancel people's leases
For want of time to mend
All the cracks long overdue
So long the clock blew itself up
Trigger-happy era
Pushing a button will make it all clearer
All floating nightmares will come back to earth
There will be a massive rebirth
No more flocking to the Fuhrer
Don't the states have dictators enough
Selectively permeable, I forgot.
I'm such a fool for you
I jumped through hoops when you wanted me to
And still managed to land on my feet
Made the two ends of the candle meet
To burn me a flame anew
Reignite a spark that sank to the bottom
Of the bottle holding my emotions
And sleep still eludes me
I'm losing all I want to be
In the wind that holds my hope
The breeze that, when I do elope,
Will linger on my shoulders free
And whisper words of guilt in my ear
Of course there's no escape.
Where's my better place to play?
Am I still slowly fading away
In my summertime of grace
Standing beside the fireplace
Hearing the anger of the words you say
Feeling as cold as the ice in your tea
And I want to step outside.
I want to bury my face in sand
Hold the world up in my hand
To gaze upon, to watch it spin
Let it balance on a pin
Know that all the goals I planned
To kick were not in vain
That I should never have been afraid
So I stand here, being accused
Punished, thrown about, abused
For lack of having a silver spoon
For wanting to travel to the moon
These frayed ends, together, fused
Will take me, Au Clair de Lune
Who's going to stop me?
Get on board, take a bow
Sit down quickly, I said now!
Look around, fix your gaze
On the wondrous Purple Haze
Make your promise, take a vow
To respect all your brothers
Make sure they don't turn on each other
Stop off soon, climb up the hill
Take a magical tour of the mill
Find the remnants of the time
Before lemon went with lime
Are you sure you've had your fill?
Enough to teach the lessons
None of our forefathers ever learnt
Whistling tunes off my lips
Talking with my fingertips
As I lock away my world
Re-curl all that was unfurled
Stealing glances to sink ships
The scenes replay across my eyes
As time just passes by
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 462 times
Written on 2006-08-29 at 08:02
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