i'm crawling in Fairydust,
Apprehended by the scent of my
Tall cigar,
wondering and waiting for the day
he'll smile,
(as i'm)
wailing on my sailboat
for luxury suites,
and bars.
Love handles.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Zelig (song lyrics)
Your eloquence amazes me;
fancy diction.
Structured vocab.
Who are you?
A human chameleon,
you adapt to change,
but you're never the same.
Simple conversation isn't so bad.
You seem the same,
for the most part anyway. But...
Who are you?
Talking about a certain someone I used to have a crush on in high school. But this can apply to almost anybody who acts differently in front of different audiences (I would say that everyone does this, including myself). Zelig is the name of a Woody Allen film about a man who is a "human chameleon" and changes physically (and perhaps mentally?) in accord to the people he is around. I never watched it, but I want to.
fancy diction.
Structured vocab.
Who are you?
A human chameleon,
you adapt to change,
but you're never the same.
Simple conversation isn't so bad.
You seem the same,
for the most part anyway. But...
Who are you?
A human chameleon,
you adapt to change,
but you're never the same.
I fell in love at first sight,
but was it all a facade?
A facade, a facade.
Too many faces,
too little traces
of a genuine soul.
Who are you?
A human chameleon,
you adapt to change,
but you're never the same.
Talking about a certain someone I used to have a crush on in high school. But this can apply to almost anybody who acts differently in front of different audiences (I would say that everyone does this, including myself). Zelig is the name of a Woody Allen film about a man who is a "human chameleon" and changes physically (and perhaps mentally?) in accord to the people he is around. I never watched it, but I want to.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Endymion
My gorgeous
Endymion
.
Rest now, and forever,
and hold your tongue until then.
Your youthful demeanor is too fragile,
too stunning
to be marred by the disasters of humankind.
The dirt from my soul
may very well soil your pores
and clog your pure countenance.
Don't look now!
Rest. Sleep, and be peaceful.
Beauty is a gift, correct?
Isn't that what we know?
But poor you,
you gorgeous
Endymion
.
Sleep and ignore the world,
and let time turn its tables without you
so that you may flourish without the burdens
of the hourglass sand grains.
Fortunately,
my love is saved for another,
so as to be careful not to mar your
assumed-to-be SUPERIOR defiance (of society, of life).
And he, oh he is gorgeous.
Not quite the way you are,
my dear.
His heart is stunning,
he radiates with cheer.
He brings me absolute joy,
just by being with him, breathing with him.
But you.
You can stay asleep,
piece of artwork that you are,
Endymion
.
Let anybody observe you and delve in your seductive contours.
And wait for that one moment
when you will dream
(a nightmare, hopefully),
and awaken to the one who will smile at your heart.
At your Heart.
Endymion is a Roman pagan mythological character who was a beautiful youth, rewarded with eternal and undisturbed sleep. But does beauty matter most when it comes to love?
Endymion
.
Rest now, and forever,
and hold your tongue until then.
Your youthful demeanor is too fragile,
too stunning
to be marred by the disasters of humankind.
The dirt from my soul
may very well soil your pores
and clog your pure countenance.
Don't look now!
Rest. Sleep, and be peaceful.
Beauty is a gift, correct?
Isn't that what we know?
But poor you,
you gorgeous
Endymion
.
Sleep and ignore the world,
and let time turn its tables without you
so that you may flourish without the burdens
of the hourglass sand grains.
Fortunately,
my love is saved for another,
so as to be careful not to mar your
assumed-to-be SUPERIOR defiance (of society, of life).
And he, oh he is gorgeous.
Not quite the way you are,
my dear.
His heart is stunning,
he radiates with cheer.
He brings me absolute joy,
just by being with him, breathing with him.
But you.
You can stay asleep,
piece of artwork that you are,
Endymion
.
Let anybody observe you and delve in your seductive contours.
And wait for that one moment
when you will dream
(a nightmare, hopefully),
and awaken to the one who will smile at your heart.
At your Heart.
Endymion is a Roman pagan mythological character who was a beautiful youth, rewarded with eternal and undisturbed sleep. But does beauty matter most when it comes to love?
Friday, December 07, 2007
label.
you've become a label in my heart.
there's nothing else, really, that comes to mind.
except maybe the treasurechest memories i'll never redeem.
never resurface from my
rather, tattered
fiery
conscience.
you've lost all hope from my disposal,
venturing into other women's hearts.
a fool,
such a blatant, obvious amateur
(when, in fact, you have went SUCH a longer way).
but you never really learn, do you.
i should have taught you from the start
that love doesn't mean self-centeredness
and that your fury was my demise;
i thought i had implied that enough.
didn't imagine you were denser than all
the oceans of the sea
the earthquakes of the heavens
the clouds of your opaque conscience.
you're a jerk.
open your numbed-skull head.
you've become a label in my heart,
i'm sorry to say.
and you're nothing else to me.
He's a label, now. A depressing thought, but it's true. A very straightforward poem, I know.
there's nothing else, really, that comes to mind.
except maybe the treasurechest memories i'll never redeem.
never resurface from my
rather, tattered
fiery
conscience.
you've lost all hope from my disposal,
venturing into other women's hearts.
a fool,
such a blatant, obvious amateur
(when, in fact, you have went SUCH a longer way).
but you never really learn, do you.
i should have taught you from the start
that love doesn't mean self-centeredness
and that your fury was my demise;
i thought i had implied that enough.
didn't imagine you were denser than all
the oceans of the sea
the earthquakes of the heavens
the clouds of your opaque conscience.
you're a jerk.
open your numbed-skull head.
you've become a label in my heart,
i'm sorry to say.
and you're nothing else to me.
He's a label, now. A depressing thought, but it's true. A very straightforward poem, I know.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Nomad
My nomad,
my lovely stranger;
your face is kind and sweet.
What do you want to eat?
Fellow nomad,
my good acquaintance;
your eyes are deceiving.
What am I believing?
Darling nomad,
my most honored companion;
your lips defy me--your tongue is twisted.
By nature have you been cold-fisted?
Lover nomad,
my dear, my partner, my love!
I don't want to say it's true;
Who are you?
Question... who did I fall in love with? This describes relationships at the beginning, when lovers hardly know each other and start relationships without fear. It's only when we get to know somebody that we realize if that person is truly right for us. My nomad... my wanderer. Do I still love you?
my lovely stranger;
your face is kind and sweet.
What do you want to eat?
Fellow nomad,
my good acquaintance;
your eyes are deceiving.
What am I believing?
Darling nomad,
my most honored companion;
your lips defy me--your tongue is twisted.
By nature have you been cold-fisted?
Lover nomad,
my dear, my partner, my love!
I don't want to say it's true;
Who are you?
Question... who did I fall in love with? This describes relationships at the beginning, when lovers hardly know each other and start relationships without fear. It's only when we get to know somebody that we realize if that person is truly right for us. My nomad... my wanderer. Do I still love you?
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