(no subject)
08/18/2005
As words from my spirit do leak on the page
I’ll take hold your hand and guide you with me;
In through the raindrops like spears pierce the ground,
Into the mind of the twisted who See.
You might find some peril while skipping with me
But hold tight your grip and I’ll guide you to she.
She…with the copper locks framing her face,
She…who with His eyes may rip you away.
Let’s walk now, don’t falter, the truth waits for thee,
Transcending the repeating bleak history of
Battles and treaties and war upon war
Of sorrow…ignorant choices and more…
The empires and cities, and media like church
Stirring the masses ‘till one is no more,
‘till mind bends like rubber,
gray takes the summer,
and fairies no longer a glimpse of our God.
I beg you keep quiet, she sleeps peacefully,
But do not let innocence shield what you see.
Notice the tear that still lingers on edge;
The open right hand with her palm to the sky…
She let’s in the Spirit to be one with Him,
For she with the Lord holds the key.
In that drawer her poetry’s locked and concealed,
For none can withstand the sorrows and joy
Of the worlds and the Heavens depicted through she.
None but the Lord can open their eyes
And withstand her power of fragility.
Now hold me yet tighter, fear not what I say
Though the truth, indeed, may shatter thee:
Once with this woman I shared my love,
Once in the winter we shared many dreams,
But foolish was I until one sweet day
I felt truly, fully the love in her soul
And injured I was, and my own heart bled
With bliss, agony and all in between.
This woman contains me as she keeps the world,
And none but the Spirit can withstand her love,
The trees and the flowers bend down to her feet
For she is the fairy, though weary and sad,
She holds the world’s song in the palm of her hand.
As words from my spirit do leak on the page
I’ll take hold your hand and guide you with me;
In through the raindrops like spears pierce the ground,
Into the mind of the twisted who See.
You might find some peril while skipping with me
But hold tight your grip and I’ll guide you to she.
She…with the copper locks framing her face,
She…who with His eyes may rip you away.
Let’s walk now, don’t falter, the truth waits for thee,
Transcending the repeating bleak history of
Battles and treaties and war upon war
Of sorrow…ignorant choices and more…
The empires and cities, and media like church
Stirring the masses ‘till one is no more,
‘till mind bends like rubber,
gray takes the summer,
and fairies no longer a glimpse of our God.
I beg you keep quiet, she sleeps peacefully,
But do not let innocence shield what you see.
Notice the tear that still lingers on edge;
The open right hand with her palm to the sky…
She let’s in the Spirit to be one with Him,
For she with the Lord holds the key.
In that drawer her poetry’s locked and concealed,
For none can withstand the sorrows and joy
Of the worlds and the Heavens depicted through she.
None but the Lord can open their eyes
And withstand her power of fragility.
Now hold me yet tighter, fear not what I say
Though the truth, indeed, may shatter thee:
Once with this woman I shared my love,
Once in the winter we shared many dreams,
But foolish was I until one sweet day
I felt truly, fully the love in her soul
And injured I was, and my own heart bled
With bliss, agony and all in between.
This woman contains me as she keeps the world,
And none but the Spirit can withstand her love,
The trees and the flowers bend down to her feet
For she is the fairy, though weary and sad,
She holds the world’s song in the palm of her hand.