Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

The Meadow

Wearing my new skirt,
I take the road and the dirt,
I need to reach the meadow,
That spans with lilies, the beaming sun, and the happy shadow,

Today is no different, but today is not the same,
I give in to the rhythm that has no name,
Only the fervent desire to be where I should,
To keep my spirits high as much as I could,

The road is winding and long,
But if you break into a song,
You won't feel forlorn,
The music will keep you alive and carry you along,

I see my meadow at last,
Beautiful as ever, so much like the past,
I run as fast as I can,
Afraid it will disappear, as if like magic sand,
But here I am where I belong,
Wearing my new skirt,

I took the road and the dirt,
And it was well worth it,
'Cause when you are where you should be,
Only you will know the beauty your heart can see.

My Body and I

First it was my shoulders, 
Even a tap felt like a ton of boulders,

Then it was my back,
Couldn't lift a needle, let alone a sack,

Now it’s my head,
Looks like it’s gonna get dead,

Next it might be my toe,
Too big to hide, too small to show,

Maybe it is my spleen,
I don’t know of any organ that was so keen,

Or was it my arm?
Every time I was cold, it would be warm,

I know for sure it wasn't my finger,
Only the mighty know how to flex them and make their point linger,

Even though it was my leg,
It never gave me a reason to beg,

All my parts want to stake a claim,
To that one memory that may remain,
Something mighty and strong,
Everlasting, forever and long

But I guess that would have to be my heart,
Making its own journey and cart,
Pumping away, every new beat, every new start…

 

 

Just A Kiss..

Been away from my blog for way way too long; more like neglecting it on purpose, so that I can come back with a bang! Well, I guess thats gonna take sometime. So for now here is a song that has been on 'repeat' on my playlist ever since I discovered it. Enjoy!!!

Lady Antebellum - Just a Kiss

Flying your own...

 

I'm not sure this is a good idea,

But why not?

I don't know if I’ll come up as I go down,

It isn't as bad as you think, don't be a clown,

 

Again and again went papa and baby bird,

Trying to get their point heard,

Papa was sure baby could do it,

Baby was sure papa had lost it,

 

I'll catch you if you fall, said he,

But fall is all I'll do, said baby,

Now don't be such a wuss,

Aren't you my little precious?

 

I'd rather be alive than be a smack on the ground,

Well if that's what you call being alive, I will for sure push you down,

‘Cause you’ll never know what being truly alive means,

If you don't get to test your seams,

 

I guess maybe you’re right, but it’s not such an easy flight!

Of course it’s not, at first,

Then it’s never too hard,

For as long as you are flying, you are living,

 

What all will I get to see?

Ohh, the whole magnificent world in all its glory,

You will never be lonely, tired, or sore,

You will only want to see more and more,

 

Are you sure, you're not lying?

No sweetheart, why should I?

I’ve had my share of sight,

It’s now up to you to take your flight,

 

Trust your wings; they are your own,

With them you will fly like you’ve never flown,

Far above the clouds and rain,

Ever so happy, feeling no pain,

You will be grateful you took the fall,

To then soar mightily forever and all...

 

 

 

If it wasn't for you...


If I wasn't born from you,
Would I be here at all?
If I wasn’t created from you,
Would I exist at all?
If I wasn’t given life by you,
Would I have lived at all?
If I wasn’t a part of you,
Whose part would I be?
If I wasn’t some of you,
Would I still be me?

If it wasn’t for those who bore you,
You wouldn’t be here,
And only for you,
Are they here too!

Dreams...

It took me a while, to get it out of my senses,
But it took me no time to let it in,

The smell of success so close and yet so far,
Is this what I have craved for from when I can remember?

Yet, why is it that when good things come to you,
You want to push them further away,

Is it because you are not yet ready to have it in your grasp?
Do you want to still pursue it?
Will you be happy even if you don't get it?
Or is it so that you will have something to toil for?

Sometimes, I do not know what I am up against,
But I know what I am up for,
If I can keep my feet running,
I'm sure I'll be there,
They are the ticket to my dreams,
Which my heart cannot hold anymore...

Betwixt

Like rust on a nail,

Like water in a pail,

So close together and yet so far,

 

Like roses to the thorn,

Like silence to forlorn,

So in tune, yet so unsynced,

 

Like ice on sea,

Like honey to the bee,

So their own, yet not theirs,

 

It takes courage to be who you are,

Even if you are not,

It takes freedom to live what you can be,

Even if you can’t,

Are you strong enough to sacrifice?

What you can never have?

For something that you can?

 

Like rust on a nail,

Like water in a pail,

So close together and yet so far...