The lyrics to the music:
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
"I have my books, and my
poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armour, hiding in my room,
Save within my womb, I touch no one
And no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island
A rock feels no pain and an island never cries." -- Paul
Simon
Every minute of everyday we choose,
who we are, who we forgive,
who we defend and protect.
To choose a side or to walk the line.
To play the middle.
To straddle the fence between what is and what should be.
This was the course I chose.
To find the delicate balance of interest
that can never exist.
Choosing by not choosing.
Defending a center which cannot hold.
So fate chose for me.
It begins where it ends...in nothingness.
A nightmare born from deepest fears coming to me unguarded,
Whispering images unlocked from time and distance.
A soul unbound - touched by others, but never held...
On a course charted by some unseen hand.
The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting upon me.
Until at last, I reached the end,
Facing a truth I can no longer deny.
Alone, as ever.
My Traditional Haikus:
Now to meet only in dreams,
Bitterly seeking,
Starting from sleep,
Groping in the dark,
With hands that touch nothing.
This is not the moon,
Nor is this the spring,
Of other springs, And I alone
Am still the same.
In the dawn, although I know
It will grow dark again,
How I hate the coming day.
I may live on until
I long for this time
In which I am so unhappy,
And remember it fondly.
My Modern Day Haikus:
Thurday is pay day,
Another cheque in the bank,
No time to spend it.
I got a nice car,
Make sure it's taken care of,
Stuck in traffic jam.
Stocks go up and down
Up means profits, down will get
Me the tax write-offs.
It maybe a curse
That we have choices in life.
We think we choose wrong.
We listen to our leaders,
And hear what we want to hear.
Then accept the opposite.