cymry: (writing)
the concept: poetry, winding throughout the Web, a tribute to Brighid, goddess of inspiration and creativity. what a wonderful way to celebrate the (eventual, if you live in Montreal) coming of Spring. post your favorite poem, whether it's something you wrote or something you feel speaks to you, and help us weave beauty throughout cyberspace.
(you can find the original invitation here)

and so, i give you my offering - not a poem but lyrics to a song that reads like a poem:

Ghost - Indigo Girls

There's a letter on the desktop
That I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came to
In our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams

And the Mississippi's mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
At a place that you could walk across
With five steps down
And I guess that's how you started
Like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me
And I start to drown

And there's not enough room
In this world for my pain
Signals cross and love gets lost
And time passed makes it plain
Of all my demon spirits
I need you the most
I'm in love with your ghost
I'm in love with your ghost

Dark and dangerous like a secret
That gets whispered in a hush
When I wake the things I dreamt about you
Last night make me blush
And you kiss me like a lover
Then you sting me like a viper
I will follow to the river
Play your memory like the piper

And I feel it like a sickness
How this love is killing me
I'd walk into the fingers
Of your fire willingly
And dance the edge of sanity
I've never been this close
In love with your ghost

Unknowing captor
You never know how much you
Pierce my spirit
But I can't touch you
Can you hear it
A cry to be free
Oh I'm forever under lock and key
As you pass through me

Now I see your face before me
I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart back to my island
As the sand beneath me slips
As I burn up in your presence
And I know now how it feels
To be weakened like Achilles
With you always at my heels

My bitter pill to swallow
Is the silence that I keep
It poisons me, I can't swim free
The river is too deep
Though I'm baptized by your touch
I am no worse than most
In love with your ghost
cymry: (gargoyle step)
the hardest part always seems to be getting the swirling thoughts in my head down on paper. despite all that...

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap

It's time to try
Defying gravity

I'm through accepting limits
'Cuz someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know

And if I'm flying solo,
At least I'm flying free!

Arthurian

Mar. 18th, 2008 06:31 pm
cymry: (celtic warrior)
there's just something about this song that strikes deep. funny, since i don't like anything else by this singer...

Mordred's Lullaby )
cymry: (rome - checkmate)
i'm not a Leonard Cohen fan. i love his lyrics, but dislike his voice. the lyrics for this are beautiful - i just stumbled upon them while searching for Rome pics...

and as for Rome, i'm sad to learn there will be no season 3. so much for the 2 men with the most intense stares i've ever seen...

stares and lyrics below )
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some days i love my playlist. can't wait for the concert - she writes such beautiful lyrics.

Drought - Vienna Teng

Summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
Wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all
How sweet is the day, I'm craving a darkness
As I sit tucked away with my back to the wall

And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
How much longer dear angels
Let winter light come
And spread your white sheets over my empty heart

Summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust
Forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust
Now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness
Leaving as trace only circles of rust

And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
How much longer dear angels
Come break me with ice
Let the water of calm trickle over my doubts

Come let me drown
Angels no fire no salt on the plow
Carry me down
Bury me down

And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
Once I knew myself
And with knowing came love
I would know love again if I had faith enough
Too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
So angels, inside
Is the only way out
cymry: (Default)
Thirty Whacks (live version) - Dresden Dolls

thirty licks with the belt
same old tricks on myself
and i wonder does everyone else live this way?
a succession of tests
a triumphant success
each time i'm still intact at the end of the day

thirty drops in the glass
keep my temper and pass
with my breath held, you bastards, you lucked out again
it's not really so bad
there's still mom there's still
damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands

it's no mystery
you should obviously go
before i break everything
you're always telling me
that you're dying to know
but you're not really listening

how do i manage to station myself in harm's way
and only get hit with a ticket for loitering
that i have no way to pay
and no strength to argue

my personal demons can scheme with professional flair
oh god, they're after me
if i could shut them up
just for a second, i swear
i could stop this catastrophe

thirty day guarantee
but they can't have meant me
after all, i was born to a child-proof world
no sharp corners or glass
small objects or plastic bags
please, these are death to a delicate girl

it's no mystery
you should obviously know
that i'll destroy everything
so don't go telling me
that you're dying to know
cause you'll get what you're asking for

and i still manage to station myself in harm's way
and only get hit with a ticket for loitering
stating i came the wrong day
now the demons are screaming their wages aren't fair
i've left a secret kept
if i could shut them up
just for a second, i swear
it'd look like an accident

i could be decent yet
be magnificent
i could be president...
cymry: (Default)
I flagged a taxi long before you woke
The sun had not yet risen
Morning not yet broke
It looks like rain
It looks like rain

A little starling swept about my sleepy head
He plucked a single hair and took off
Laughing madly as he fled
The driver drinking brandy
Said: "Here is to the day"
It looks like rain
It looks like rain

And every breath I ever took
Every tear I ever wept
Every star I wished upon seemed nothing until now
Every prayer I ever said seemed strangely answered now
Could it be I'm in love
Could it be I'm in love

I made the driver park the car beside the sea
I gazed upon the fading dark
And slowly buckled at the knees
The driver, drinking gladly
Said: "Here is to the day"
It looks like rain
It looks like rain

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