Monday, December 06, 2004

Those hands

Cold hands reach out to me
In the midst of darkness
Makes me lifeless and numb

I shudder in fear and run away
Never to be caught in those painful memories again
The past stares at me and my future is a tunnel of fear
I dont need a hand, I just need answers

Dark nights and darker days
I run around in circles
The illuson of life and laughter, shadowed by pain

And the silent night fills up with a faint voice....

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,

Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
...Wish you were here.

Somewhere in this commotion a flickering warmth glows
Pierces my soul and flows around
I savour this sweet pain and beg for that hand to hold on
That hand which is so warm now

I smile and dance, I jump and oh i'm in such a trance
The hand leads me on and it never lets go

Time stops and I'm counting only the beats of my heart
And then the beats slow down and die
I'm afraid now, the hand is cold again
Oh so cold

Lead me on in the darkness, I beg thee warm hand
Nothing makes sense without you, you know so
Sweet necter of life hold me close to you and never let go
Hold me close, so close.

-I miss you
Lost Puppy

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Word Magic

There is pleasure in the pathless woods

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar,
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel,
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

-Lord Byron

(Thanks Aj for forwarding me this)



An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

Alanis Morissette


My childhood fav-


	  I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-William Wordsworth