Sunday, 10 January 2010

  • Snowbound

     

    I see the lost hope

    Cold wind and falling snow

    Over your buried heart

    I'm at the window

    Short road in counted years

    In hurt a thousand miles

    A thousand silent tears

    To every fleeting smile

     

    I want to find you

    You need a hero

    To save you from yourself

    Though you may never know

    You've wandered so long

    You don't know what is true

    I want to light your way, I'll never give up

    I still believe in you

     

    I wish you'd tell me

    When did it happen

    That day you shut and locked the door

    Of your own prison?

    Who left you shattered

    Bleeding and broken

    Alone with all that's in your eyes

    Your lips have never spoken?

     

    If I could only know the truth to tell, the words to say

    Just what you need to hear to make it all ok

    Someone did it once for me, I need a miracle for you

    I can never change the past, but whatever I can do

    I want to find you

    To melt away the snow

    To save you from yourself

    Though you may never know

    You've wandered so long

    You don't know what is true

    Here's my hand, I'll never give up

    I still believe in you

     

    (This song is dedicated to a friend... Desi, I love you and someday if I have anything to do with destiny... I swear you will fly.)

Friday, 08 January 2010

  • A hero.

    What's wrong with that?

    They accuse me... say I want to be a hero... that I TRY to be a hero.

    What is that supposed to mean? What is a hero anyway? 

    I typed 'hero' into my search bar and about 171,000,000 results came up. Clicking through the top few, I discarded the offered definition of a type of sandwich and downloadable episodes of "Heroes" and found the definition of "hero" on Dictionary.com.

    "A man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities." 

     "A person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal."

    Moving on to Wikipedia...

    "A hero, or heroine (female) was originally a demigod... it later came to refer to a character who, in the face of danger and adversity or from a position of weakness, displays courage and the will for self sacrifice – that is, heroism – for some  greater good, originally of martial courage or excellence but extended to more general moral excellence."

    Farther down the page, I find-

    "The literal meaning of the word is "protector" or "defender" "...

    Really?

    Then I plead guilty.

    I do try to be a hero, in fact.

    I fight to keep my feet during times of ... adversity, you might say. To not attempt to keep my courage in a 'position of weakness' is known as failure.

    To see someone else going down a path I've already taken... making the mistakes I've already made and headed for the shipwreck that I'll carry the scars from forever... and to not try to protect them- is utter selfishness.

    You may live your life as you please. I'm sorry if it bothers you that I aim high... that courage, bravery, self sacrifice, the greater good and other people mean something to me. I'm sorry you don't like it that I try to protect and defend those weaker, more naive, less experienced than myself.

    I'm sorry you don't like heroes. Maybe you need one... and I don't mean the sandwich.

    I'll stop with this quote- the ending of a poem attributed to Emerson-

    "To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

    This is to have succeeded."

    Looks like I'm not the only one trying to be a hero.

     

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

  • Breathe

    Let me just step aside and breathe- just this-

    No more I ask- to feel the healing  kiss

    Of silence in my heart, of soul at rest-

    A moment's worth, to throw aside the stress

    And savage heat of suffering and rage

    Turn back the time to some more gentle age

    And stay one hour a silent younger girl

    To breathe- then- I will face the world

     

Friday, 18 December 2009

  • Heartsong

    How can the December sky

    Remain so silent?

    Where is the music when I

    Am desperate?

    How can I break down the door

    Set free my anthem

    To carry me through this war-

    And then to peace?

    Seeking the rhythm and cry

    Of soundless singing

    Wandering through the mist, I

    Am lost, alone

    Reaching out into the dark

    With shaking fingers

    Only my quick-beating heart

    To break the still

     

     

     

     

Thursday, 17 December 2009

  • Passionate.

    So they say. Intense- ardent- volatile- fiery. Either my heart is in it- or it simply isn't. There is no halfway.

    And because I am- passionate- I cannot be trusted.

    Strange how I, my harshest critic- I, who trust logic first, facts second, intuition third and if any room for  emotions is left, they have enough space for a toothpaste commercial- Strange how I trust myself now, when others do not. Because passion is overruled by the other part of myself, that is always there whether feelings are or not.  The part that has been trained by life itself to be cool, rational and cautious.  I am mistress of myself- always.

    Is it possible to be both fire and ice?

     

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