Psychotic Rock Star

The melancholy life of the Psychotic wannabe Rock Star.

Monday, August 30, 2004

Purity

Do you trust anyone? Is it easy? To let someone in? I found a bunch of old stuff I wrote. For the hell of it, here it is.

Purity
Would you ride the waves to the end of the sun in search for something that might not be there? Is your trust in all that is light and good that strong so much so that you’d give your life for the sake of the silence of night? Or is it simply and escape to give up living to enter into an eternal silence within which you’d find peace?

Those were the constant whispers the cold air swirled desperately wanting to escape the rush. They would give anything to be grounded. Never having to worry of where it went or shoulder the burdens of Gaia’s secrets. The grass always did seem greener on the other side. But perhaps now, in this sense, black. For the breeze grew tired of fighting. It did not have reason to continue on.

“Strings so invisible
Yet so strong.
Strings that allay
And yet fill with scorn.
Scorn to which the maid complies
Ever bound throughout her life.”

And it decided that finally it would stop. Even though it knew it would be missed, it didn’t care. It waited forever for the son of man to complete his procrastination to no end.
On the other side of the world, a small flower peered from the earth. And breathed the chilly air. It was premature but that was no longer of any consequence. It knew it would not last. But the last remnants of the fading wind blew and caught the delicate unawares. And its frail roots were yanked into the air. All was lost or so it seemed. When the wind finally disbanded, the flower stopped in the center of a pool where in laid the deepest red in existence. And there it lay to rest. The white petals violated by the strength of the fluid. It lay frozen for eternity in the sea of death.

Listening to: Everyday by Tania Chua
Sorry wasn't good enought
A song without meter and rhyme
A long forgotten promise I recall I made to you
A candle flame dies in the win
It looks like it's about to rain, about to rain...

Spirals from your ciggerette
Your sweet cologne on my pillow
Messages you left me still sing like some lullaby
Pretty picutres on the wall
Hopes in us will rise and fall

And in the rain, summer days too
When the willow weeps too
Under the stree light so bright
I'll remember you everyday

The plane leaves in an hour's time
Hold me till my last goodbye
Silence is the only sound
No words can speak it through
I'll breathe your breath for one last time
You'll be strong and so will I, so will I...

And in the rain, summer days too
When the willow weeps too
Under the stree light so bright
I'll remember you everyday

And in the rain, summer days too
When the willow weeps too
Under the stree light so bright
I'll remember you everyday

I'll remember you everyday
I'll remember you everyday

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