Goodbye

My mask is gone
My mask of forgiveness
I can no longer look with blind eyes upon your wrong.
Pain is my only gift from you
Nothing can make me turn from it anymore
Blood and tears have been the only bond between us
You gave me my mask
To hide yourself from me
I can not live with this anymore
I can not survive this anymore
My mask is gone
I have given it away
Pain is to much
Tears are to many
Blood became to heavy
I will have it no longer
I cannot bear it
I must let go
I must let you go
To live I must let you go
Goodbye
Goodbye

Lullabye

Rock-a-bye baby in the treetop.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bow breaks the cradle will fall.
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Read this song carefully.


Am I the only one who finds this a beautiful but darkly messaged song?

Unknown

I do not know who wrote this, but it is beautiful:

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Movie Review

Only moments ago I witnessed one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I watched a movie called: Kissed. As I watched every scene, my love for this art grew. Many emotions flood through me. How incredible this was. What a display of love and passion. I cannot tell you what the movie was about, it is beyond words. I can only tell you how it made me feel. Passion, love, longing, desire, craving. Every emotion possible is coursing through my veins. What sacrifice, what love. It's incredible the rush that comes from knowing that there is something out there that understands and embodies what I myself feel and think. I know many will not understand what I mean or why I write this on here, but I must let it out, this feeling of incredible light and flow. This surge of indescribable passion. My heart, how beautiful this was.

Song

I heard a piece from a song today that touched me deeply. It is rather similar to a piece I wrote in my past. I cannot recall who sang this or the group name, but it goes this way:

"So long, this goodbye.
May we meet again in another life."

"Strangers passing by,
May we see clearly in a different light"


Simply beautiful.

Wishing

I wrote this at age 13:

Through my window the stars shone brightly.
Upon them I'd wish with my heart open widely.
My desires took flight on wings of chance.
Hoping beyond hope to be real at last.
As years would go by, my wishes would grow,
My heart ever open for my wanting to flow.
And then the day came I would wish no more,
For fate had finally come through my hearts open door.
My wishes were granted,
My dreams became true,
On that day, that fateful day
That I found you.

Fantasy or Reality.

How many people in the world would prefer fantasy to reality? I ask this because I am wondering if I am alone in some ways of my thinking. I love to imagine. Build and construct another world, MY world. Building far away lands, houses, situations. I can spend hours in my mind. My fantasy world is heavily dependant on movies and music. So much so that I feel sadness and pain when I find that an actor I was fond of has passed on. I hurt as if I knew them personally. My day often depends on which song I hear in the morning when I awake. I sometimes insert myself into a film I have just seen as if I were really there and that situation were really happening, or imagine myself on a stage in front of thousands playing a song with all my heart. Some would say this is a bad thing. Part of me agrees with them. Instead of going about business I should accomplish, I spend my time wondering if my world should have rolling hills or high sun-lined mountains. Should I see ocean or sit by a rushing river? Should my house parlour be on this side or that side? People that I once knew in school have moved on. Some have gotten married, some have children, some are attending school, some have moved to other places. But I have not moved on, I live in the same house I have for sixteen years. I have no children, I have never known love. I am only now starting to show an interest in school. Others cannot wait for each day, and I cannot wait for a new movie or album to come. I am surrounded with maps of imaginary lands and blueprints of houses that do not exist. I love my own world, my place of true hearts and real ideas. I feel more alive when I am there and I would give anything to make my world a reality. I live more there than I do here. Weeks go by without any real notice of the outside world, but every time I do emerge from my mind I find that life has passed me by a little more. Should I take control and have a real life, or continue the fantasy life I already have? What would you chose?