Category: a-musing

I cringe at how awful this Latin probably is… the idea was a Gregorian chant/EBM style song.

sic ergo vos orabitis Pater noster qui in caelis es sanctificetur nomen tuum
veniat regnum tuum fiat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra
panem nostrum supersubstantialem da nobis hodie
et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimisimus debitoribus nostris
et ne inducas nos in temptationem sed libera nos a malo

if I go, will you go?
if you go, will I follow?
if you go, will I go?
if I go, will you follow?

et ne inducas nos in temptationem
et ne inducas nos in temptationem
et ne inducas nos in temptationem
sed libera nos a malo

I lead you not into temptation but in to love
And we will walk protected from the shadows of death
Delivered not from evil but from a-loneliness
For you are my love, you are my love

if you go, I will go
if you go, I will follow

sic ergo vos orabitis Pater noster qui in caelis es sanctificetur nomen tuum
veniat regnum tuum fiat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra
panem nostrum supersubstantialem da nobis hodie
et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimisimus debitoribus nostris
et ne inducas nos in temptationem sed libera nos a malo

if you go, I will go
if you go, I will follow

Another of those “poem? lyric? who cares” bits that was written as one, worked into the other… I like the sentiment. I’m noticing one person was the inspiration for a lot of these, even though we were simply friends with a lot of emotional energy. I should probably note that most of this batch (those published to this blog on July 10 2006) is rough-written; no edits. Written once, smoothed out for basic issues, then set aside and left alone. For much longer than intended, as it turned out…

I saw the desire burning in your eyes
It was hard to miss and harder still to resist
But I had to resist

The house of cards fell
Like they always fall
We were only slightly oblivious
Could Lucifer have missed signs so obvious

We were so insular
Caught unaware by a little late night infidelity
The earthquakes from a moments carelessness
Shook our world apart

The house of cards fell
Like they always fall
We were only slightly oblivious
Could Lucifer have missed signs so obvious?

I see you sometimes
In the hands of Morpheus
We repeat those long lunches and late nights
Time spent talking, palms touching

The house of cards fell
Like they always fall
And we were only slightly oblivious
Before our fall

A snippet of something that was being worked into a song – I like this bit; the rest I could do without.

What’s your religion
Religion and spirituality
Crookedness and truth, an actual axis of evil
Samsara, Nirvana, the fading of passion
Evil is done by oneself
Nirvana and the everyday world
Freeze the frame and join the search for Jesus today
Or become the deathless way
Don’t be heedless
Two kinds of suffering running into reality
People are unknowing
Worship those worthy of worship

A poem, a song – who knows. From the heart, anyhow. I’ve always been good at lines like “I remember my jealousy louder than your screams”; figuring out what to do with them has been the challenge.

in a dark house paved with snow living all alone
it was so long ago what was I running from
the fire crackles the lightning sings
the memories come back to me
this is how this is how you make my heart haunted

I remember my jealousy louder than your screams
I let my guard down and your arrows fly beyond me
no path to fly no hands to catch me no options left
I’m going to stay
the fire crackles the lightning sings
you close in on me
this is how this is how you make my heart haunted

sunlight finds my eyes cast down meekly at the ground
I felt your breath on that lightning spark
touching at my heart
no path to fly no hands to catch me no options left
I’m going to stay
the fire crackles the lightning sings
it was always ending
this is how this is how you make my heart haunted

This firmly solidifies my nomination to the black crayon club. I like some of the aliteration, but overall roll my eyes at it.

the harsh light of morning shattering the dreams dreamt before dawn
washing disillusionment from horizon to horizon
what was only imagined
what was actually there
what’s been turned unreal in this morning light
what’s been blown away by this frigid air

the night brings its comfort it’s shadows full of maybes, hope lurking in the dark
in chocolate eyes the passion reads while doubts flee from such clarity
what was only imagined
what was actually there
what’s been turned to reality in this evening light
what’s been brought forth by this fervorish air