сряда, декември 19, 2012

Do you?

It's not like poetry
It's not a pirouette, it's not a symphony
or a melody

It's nothing like the stars
It's not like city lights
It's nothing like a dream

It's just me

But when we touch
When you come this close
Eye to eye
Sailing on each other's sea

Do you feel the tension
Do you feel the tension
Dangerous and pure
Real and nothing more
Do you feel the tension
The tension

I know the rules made up
and I know all about the things
that we decide
to tame the wild

I know the history
about the kings and queens
of love and tragedy
But this is me

It's not magic
There's no mystery
Nothing sacred
Just a shiver in my body

Do you feel the tension
Do you feel the tension
Dangerous and pure
Real and nothing more
Do you feel the tension
The tension
 
 

неделя, декември 09, 2012

In between

 A distance from grace, we shall toil with our days
And take home the dirt that has rendered us as slaves
Our mothers will cry, is there something in the sky?
We know we are present here, but may never know why