Words by Sina
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Time - Days After
Maybe Some Day
When the breezes of heaven
blew
you passed me by,
I looked your way
looked to the sky
and there
was an angel
and there
were you....
Maybe
may you
and I
may be
passed each other by,
may be....
today,
you linger
on the breezes that born us
today,
there
you are,
today
here
i am,
without you.
May be some day,
you will call my name
call for me
look my way
yearn for me...
may be
today,
may be
some day..
may be
someday
will come soon...
Maybe,
someday
will never come....
Will you call for me?
see my hand extending
to touch yours...
Will you see me?
call for me?
I hope...
Swartz Bay
Standing in the crowd of shadows
looking
through panes of glass
of your blue, green
and purple eyes,
fancy,
and fancy free
coloured with love
that quickly dies.
Voices echo
'I will never leave',
voices,
'for ever'
'always'
and 'never'
speak,
voices that will never
silence.
And now,
I never know
who was looking
through my eyes,
beside me on rainy days
beautiful or cruel nights.
Waiting for ever
in lonely cars
and midnight stalls
kept at bay
from Swartz Bay
to some
departure bay
that you alone controlled
as you parted.
Peter Pan's dreams
never started.
Death of Love
I never knew
one day
end of love
would find me;
a religion so cheap
along some easy street,
as the betray of it all
confined me,
bitter
not sweet.
Always knew
religion could fool and cloud
promises could unrule
and inflame the crowd
but never thought
in the depth of haunted hearts
love could die
in the midst of July
in the sky
and its enticing pie.
I never knew
senselessly one day
love would die.
Absolute Time
By the chasms
and mountain tops
I almost sigh
and gasp,
deepen convictions
and ready to fly.
Yesterdays erupt
and flash by me
And I wish to spend time
alone
just me
in the sky;
Like the sun in the midst
of the ocean
watching time,
taming storms
and roaring groans
into breezes that caress the mist.
By the dark caverns,
its midnight homes
and breathing mountains
I almost sigh
and echo
in absolute time.
Walking Alone
Sitting on the outside
of the world
in the twilight,
I keep smiling
as though
nothing's wrong.
When I walk
I can't walk by,
and the places
that met our feet
I can not walk again...
without you...
I Refuse
Forgotten?
Yes, for ever.
I never needed you.
I guess,
I needed you.
I guess,
I need you,
Still.
Forgotten?
No,
What more can I say?
everything
Everything
still reminds me
of you..
No,
not forgotten,
Never will be.
And I refuse to clean
the word "becember"
on the wall.
I refuse to clean
fingerprints
and the burning
magic of it all;
I refuse to clean
curvy ginger hair
still everywhere...
That's all
that's left
of you,
left with me.
I refused
You,
and everyone
who has tempted me
after you.
My memory,
my mind,
I refuse
to clean.
You fell,
into this,
and you fell,
out of this...
quickly,
rapidly,
abruptly...
painfully,
clear.
Abrupt,
perhaps I became
when I lost you.
You tested,
and tested,
and pushed me away.
It seemed to be over
before you left.
May be, you fell
out of this
too quickly.
And I refused
to see.
And still,
I refuse
to clean;
your hair is
still everywhere.
And that's not all
that's left of you.
And not all
that you left behind.
Ivory Black
Last time
I thought
I had finally made it
when I met you;
like a flower
ready to wither
but then touched
by the dew.
Last time
I thought
I had finally made it
when you made
words flow
from my mind
leaving memories
of my past behind.
Last time
it seems
was my very last time
and I will never
love again
my lips speechless
in the seasons
of final
falling rain.
I see love
holier than god again
holding
the small
of your back.
Some magical
lines
for your skin
in rare
ivory black.
Magical
like last time
till you
finally fell
from the sky
easy words
fleeting
fast as
they come by.
Lips painted red
eyes that never look back
skin so white
marred perfectly
in ivory black.
Branded
I don't really know where I stand
Between our yesterdays
And the tomorrows that you've planned.
But it's unfolding inside my fear,
The forever you promised
Seems to quickly disappear.
If you love me
Or if you despise me
Why won't you just go for me
Now that you found me
Why don't you just go for me.
You've taken my heart in the days gone by
You took my soul in the midst of the night
What more do you want, what is there to deny.
Why won't you just go for me
As you hold on to what's left of me
Why don't you just go for me.
Tell me when
to lay down my love on the alter for you
And I'll be there.
Whether for me to be taken
Or forever set free
And I'll be there.
Tell me where to lay down my heart for you
And I'll be there
where to scatter the ashes of my love for you
And I'll be there.
Why won't you just go for me
Now that you've branded my heart and soul
Why don't you just go for me.
I don't really know where I stand
Would you leave me how you found me
Before the birth of the love we planned?
Would you leave me where you found me
Before your kiss and touch of your hand?
Bitter Sweet
In the purple memories
of "might have been"s ,
neath the feathered plumes
and
wandering flights
of maybe's
there is a love
resting,
patiently,
Cautiously,
Aimlessly,
in the wing.
Love,
Bitterly sweet
In the pomegranate
Lips
and conscious of you.
I pretend
And I tend
to leave, and,
To believe
that time
Is not a healer
When passion
Is so deep.
In the wing,
Love remains,
still,
Aimlessly.
The Mask
It's not a case of
not enough ink
and too much white
when I read your letters.
Skillful words
optimized and maximize
pointed, barbed and jagged,
words
that pierce
tear apart and drag down.
Not a case of
what could be
or what should have been,
it's a case of
what never was,
these days you pass me by
inflicting
and never pause.
It's not a case of
filling the void
when nothing needs to be said,
retched views and thoughts
on display,
or the waves of
poignant hearts
that can lead emotions astray.
It's a case of
saying too much,
too late,
intentional,
fruitless and unyielding,
designed to clutch
and berate.
It's a case
of painful truth
about what you wear;
torn and ragged dress,
seams perfectly undone,
high heel shoes,
and a mask of despair.
Love is Faithless
In the boulevards of emotion
lonely paths where we meet
through all the commotion
love is a one way street
Drifting aimlessly in an ocean
caressing hands we yearn
desires for a love potion
love is a path of no return
Funny game that no one wins
neath the stars that never gleam
clouds can never wash away sins
love is just another painful dream
I sleep restlessly
imagining love is endless
but awaken helplessly
knowing love is faithless.
Love is a one way street.
One way street.
One way.
Prescription Heart
My prescription heart
seemingly made of stone,
touched by a few,
broken by many I have known.
Sometimes measured in pieces
or even in depths,
rarely in poundings,
pulses and throbs,
always sincerely beating
in rhythm out of my chest,
a chest wired to protect what's inside;
sometimes worn on my sleeve,
at times lodged in my throat,
at times resting
on the throne of my mind,
stealing away
every fiber of logic.
And leaflets of its pattern
at every corner
of others' wants and desires,
fulfilling
all their burning fires.
Ah my prescription heart.
Transcended
and conquered
and discharged,
worn out and jaded
by temporary intrigue,
and by enchanted fatigue.
It seems to remain
in the dust
of everyone's league.
Some hearts are beautiful
and can feel this ache of mine.
Some claim to know
just to seem to be what I pine
and to see if my heart
is made of stone
inside this now wrinkled
skin of mine.
My prescription heart
recommended
to mend broken hearts,
loves
and dies
every time.
Strange Dreams
In the dimensions of dawn
we walk
and dream
of flying through ages,
and time.
Hoping
and yearning,
wishing,
to connect
the sublime.
It's such a strange desire
when we let go
of everything
that's magic.
Dreams won't let go
when reality misleads
No need for it all to end
in the realm of sweet dreams.
In every dream
and dimension
we fly together
through the ages
within the unreal clouds
and darkened stages.
Such strange needs
and desires
when dreams plead
to survive
in the electric fires.
Reality of Divide
The ocean's oyster
the lover's heaven
to the edge of the world
I was led,
a man of war,
taken,
like a lamb.
A life at hand,
common sacrifice,
ready to give,
I walked,
I lived,
I gave so much;
I was,
A man of war,
taken,
like a lamb.
And still,
I smile and shake
my head and mind.
Not a dreamer
of desired views
of fantasies
or colourful hues,
perfection
never sought,
on the edge of the world
imperfection
was all
that I found.
And another beautiful soul
tells me
I must forgive.
Other arms
touched her mind
other dreams
enticing,
inviting,
cunning,
stunning.
And another
innocent child
is born.
Paths divide
dreams set asunder
in thoughts
in void
and in reality
I go on
and on,
haunted,
and wonder why.
Behind the Picture
I bet you're the light of every show
holding the stem of a wine glass
Naturally, you always had finesse
to hide in your emptiness
I know you are famous
in the circles of higher class
painting failures with success
you hide so well in your emptiness
Our worlds didn't need to meet,
simpler if I hadn't been pursued
in the fancy ways you obsess
and hide in your emptiness
You go from corner to corner
in your quiet, shadowed room
with all the needs you suppress
as you hide in your emptiness