re--reiterating
Some of my more recent readers have expressed a liking for my poetic style. I am honored. They any many of the rest of you who may not have seen some of what I consider to be my best lyrical works.
Digging back through the archives a bit, seeking balance and perspective.
"You gotta know where the edges are, to find the middle." - CwhY
Some lyrics I wrote long ago:
We Walked Through Ashes - 02 apr 2001 CwhY [with subsequent revisions](c)CwhY2k8
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you found me wandering just past twilight
out in a storm, on a rocky cliffside
I was wet and cold; I was lost and sad
another hour alone would've driven me mad
I only saw your face in a blurry streaked snapshot
as a forked white rain-light crashed up aloft
I knew your voice though, when you spoke in my ear
it was exactly the one I'd been hoping to hear
our bond grew ever stronger, during the night
as we dared those jagged and slippery heights
we picked our cautious way, holding hands tight
as mother nature put up a hell of a fight
working together we found our way home
we still had our lives and were no longer alone
we shared many days sleeping in a tight embrace
long nights of passion that made our hearts race
then one day we missed a turn or two
seeking the beach, to hear the sea roar
instead we wound up on that cliff again
and a heavy rain began to pour
reaching hearts, tentative sparks
flash of lightning, in the dark
Ben Franklin's kite, a key on a heartstring
crash of thunder, and someone lies bleeding
thunderstruck, and I was falling
and the shock went down the kite-string
I saw you holding my key in your hand
but by then it was too late to do anything
somehow we both survived the strike
and the fire the lightning started
we were both a little broken-hearted
but we held each other till dawn
hiding under those broken rocks
I felt your presence so completely
I was amazed at how neatly
our scarred keys fit each other's locks
when the storm gave way to morning
we walked together through the ashes
but we ignored the warnings
they just seemed so far away
I tried to map the land that held us
and to predict the weather
but you refused to read what I scrawled
I feared then that our bond would sever
you said you only liked navigating
by your own internal reckoning
you had no use for my careful charts
and again you hid your heart from me
you took my parchment and you burned it
and yet you wouldn't lead the way
you said you didn't know what to say
and got angry when I asked you why
reaching hearts try again, tentative sparks fly, but then
a flash of lightning, loud thunder rolling
Ben Franklin's kite, a key on a heartstring
the sky darkens again, and someone lies bleeding
walking through the ashes once more
each one heading for a different wind
but the pull between us was too strong
we walked in circles and met again
I felt your soul reaching out to me then
reaching, but confused and afraid
but then your heart pulled away again
just as the connection was made
I had asked you to read my map again
or to share your compass within
at first you said nothing relevant
then you got angry and quiet again
next I did what you deemed fair
you made beautiful gestures in return
but still you left my needs unanswered
and inside me, the same questions burned
reaching hearts, tentative sparks
flash of lightning, in the dark
Ben Franklin's kite, a key on a heartstring
crash of thunder, and someone lies bleeding
thunderstruck, and I was falling
and the shock went down the kite-string
I saw you holding my key in your hand
but by then it was too late to do anything
One of my best:
My Artemisia 3/17/00 Chris whY (C)whY2K
I knew when you were with me
that one day you'd kill me
or if I was lucky
we'd go our seperate ways
now that I'm without you
everywhere still I see you
and with my best friends, no less
no way can I have you
for me it would be deadly
to slip again into your embrace
no way can i let you seduce me
try as you might, I need to stay alive awhile
like vibrant green pools of light before me
cloudy in just the right way
I still remember your glasses
the stinging bittersweet touch
that always led to hours of bliss
that loving promise of warmth within
your velvet darkness so seductive
nights melted in your embrace
though my every alarm bell was ringing
I let you burn me from within
why must you always be there
just barely out of reach
your deadly promise always stands
and forever you'll be near me
perhaps again some summer's night
I'll taste your bitter kisses
I'll share you with a friend
but he'll have to take you with him, when he goes
if I love you again everything is lost
This one's ok:
System of Delusions (System 2) - Delusion of Material Essence- (c) CwhY May2k
you wake up again
after another dream-filled night
cold sweat upon your brow
time to return now
to your system of delusions
in the dream it's so much different
things' purposes are clear
your hunger and your fear
have direct cause
and effect
you prepare the human sacrifice
with hateful and loathing care
making sure that every hair
falls in its designated place
you don the ceremonial tunic
and your noose of silk
and like the others of your ilk
begin the daily ritual
you make your way to the elevated temple
and arrive at the appointed hour
the taste upon your tongue is sour
from drinking the infused sacraments
the head priest greets you
with a razor-edged smile
you know that in awhile
you may yet take his place
they always fall from grace, eventually
they always turn to dust
"...in the absence of discontent, there is no creativity."
-Deepak Chopra
Digging back through the archives a bit, seeking balance and perspective.
"You gotta know where the edges are, to find the middle." - CwhY
Some lyrics I wrote long ago:
We Walked Through Ashes - 02 apr 2001 CwhY [with subsequent revisions](c)CwhY2k8
-------------------
you found me wandering just past twilight
out in a storm, on a rocky cliffside
I was wet and cold; I was lost and sad
another hour alone would've driven me mad
I only saw your face in a blurry streaked snapshot
as a forked white rain-light crashed up aloft
I knew your voice though, when you spoke in my ear
it was exactly the one I'd been hoping to hear
our bond grew ever stronger, during the night
as we dared those jagged and slippery heights
we picked our cautious way, holding hands tight
as mother nature put up a hell of a fight
working together we found our way home
we still had our lives and were no longer alone
we shared many days sleeping in a tight embrace
long nights of passion that made our hearts race
then one day we missed a turn or two
seeking the beach, to hear the sea roar
instead we wound up on that cliff again
and a heavy rain began to pour
reaching hearts, tentative sparks
flash of lightning, in the dark
Ben Franklin's kite, a key on a heartstring
crash of thunder, and someone lies bleeding
thunderstruck, and I was falling
and the shock went down the kite-string
I saw you holding my key in your hand
but by then it was too late to do anything
somehow we both survived the strike
and the fire the lightning started
we were both a little broken-hearted
but we held each other till dawn
hiding under those broken rocks
I felt your presence so completely
I was amazed at how neatly
our scarred keys fit each other's locks
when the storm gave way to morning
we walked together through the ashes
but we ignored the warnings
they just seemed so far away
I tried to map the land that held us
and to predict the weather
but you refused to read what I scrawled
I feared then that our bond would sever
you said you only liked navigating
by your own internal reckoning
you had no use for my careful charts
and again you hid your heart from me
you took my parchment and you burned it
and yet you wouldn't lead the way
you said you didn't know what to say
and got angry when I asked you why
reaching hearts try again, tentative sparks fly, but then
a flash of lightning, loud thunder rolling
Ben Franklin's kite, a key on a heartstring
the sky darkens again, and someone lies bleeding
walking through the ashes once more
each one heading for a different wind
but the pull between us was too strong
we walked in circles and met again
I felt your soul reaching out to me then
reaching, but confused and afraid
but then your heart pulled away again
just as the connection was made
I had asked you to read my map again
or to share your compass within
at first you said nothing relevant
then you got angry and quiet again
next I did what you deemed fair
you made beautiful gestures in return
but still you left my needs unanswered
and inside me, the same questions burned
reaching hearts, tentative sparks
flash of lightning, in the dark
Ben Franklin's kite, a key on a heartstring
crash of thunder, and someone lies bleeding
thunderstruck, and I was falling
and the shock went down the kite-string
I saw you holding my key in your hand
but by then it was too late to do anything
One of my best:
My Artemisia 3/17/00 Chris whY (C)whY2K
I knew when you were with me
that one day you'd kill me
or if I was lucky
we'd go our seperate ways
now that I'm without you
everywhere still I see you
and with my best friends, no less
no way can I have you
for me it would be deadly
to slip again into your embrace
no way can i let you seduce me
try as you might, I need to stay alive awhile
like vibrant green pools of light before me
cloudy in just the right way
I still remember your glasses
the stinging bittersweet touch
that always led to hours of bliss
that loving promise of warmth within
your velvet darkness so seductive
nights melted in your embrace
though my every alarm bell was ringing
I let you burn me from within
why must you always be there
just barely out of reach
your deadly promise always stands
and forever you'll be near me
perhaps again some summer's night
I'll taste your bitter kisses
I'll share you with a friend
but he'll have to take you with him, when he goes
if I love you again everything is lost
This one's ok:
System of Delusions (System 2) - Delusion of Material Essence- (c) CwhY May2k
you wake up again
after another dream-filled night
cold sweat upon your brow
time to return now
to your system of delusions
in the dream it's so much different
things' purposes are clear
your hunger and your fear
have direct cause
and effect
you prepare the human sacrifice
with hateful and loathing care
making sure that every hair
falls in its designated place
you don the ceremonial tunic
and your noose of silk
and like the others of your ilk
begin the daily ritual
you make your way to the elevated temple
and arrive at the appointed hour
the taste upon your tongue is sour
from drinking the infused sacraments
the head priest greets you
with a razor-edged smile
you know that in awhile
you may yet take his place
they always fall from grace, eventually
they always turn to dust
"...in the absence of discontent, there is no creativity."
-Deepak Chopra