"Remember those days of greatness and wisdom, when a man could speak about his thoughts without covering himself with the darkest of curtains? Since the sun faded away I no longer see a place of rest, even fresh water seems to whisper violence in its own language. I will never trust a god who doesn't like to be questioned. Remember those days of healthiness when a man could smile and have a smile back for his joy. They put the sky inside a vessel and the smiles faded with the last sunset above this land. I lost my faith in the morning of my childhood,I lost my fear when I saw the end coming, tonight there is only me and the thoughts of you.
Tonight there is only me and the vision of two green jewels, those emerald eyes. Tonight there is only me and the silver moon, that moonlight skin. Tonight there is only me and the soft lotus breeze, your smell of queen.
Heat that burns the earth dries the rivers of blood, like an incense of death. The blind and the fool will live for their emptiness, ah, those hollow spirits. So strong I am, ah, my strength stands for the thieve of my world, the fool and the blind, they leave no place for me on this earth. Songs of peace to the new end that just begins.
I am coming home, oh I am coming The home that was never there I am coming, the home that never was. The home that never knew my name, I am coming. To the place that was never there, home. Through the door that is never open. Open sky, my home, guide to the house where my name was forgotten.
You forgot my name, I forgot my heart.
I am coming home, in search of my heart. The heart calls for me, beats for me, lost among the dead. I am looking for my heart, the one I cannot feel to find. I lost my heart, the one who is afraid to find me. I lost myself, the soul of me, the one I do not remember. Was it my heart? Was it my fear?
I do not fear, I do not feel.
Tonight there is only me and the vision of two green jewels, those emerald eyes. Tonight there is only me and the silver moon, that moonlight skin. Tonight there is only me and the soft lotus breeze, your smell of queen.
Tonight there is only me and the promise that my name will not be spoken. Tonight there is only me and the promise that your eyes will never wish to find me. Tonight there is only me and the promise that I will never touch your skin. Tonight there is only me and the promise that I will never return home.
Sleep oh goddess sleep. You, who will never wonder where I am.
Sleep oh Goddess sleep. I pray for you. For you never to remember.
Sleep oh Goddess; I sleep Lost in the vision of two green jewels, those emerald eyes. Upon the silver moon, that moonlight skin. Following the soft lotus breeze, your smell of queen."
Did i write this? Nope! Some guy in Sumer about 4300 years ago wrote it, near the capital of Assyria. Interesting, no? sounds like something I would write, except for the whole "poor is me" motif. Perhaps i was a dude in Assyria many years ago, prone to being a ninny and giving up and losing my self respect and sense of self-worth. Read: Assyrian Emo.
Anywho, i did enjoy it, and it did catch my attention. Rather strongly i must say. Any thoughts? After watching a special on past-life regression therapy stuff, it does interest me. Trying to learn more never leaves you with less than you started, thats for certain. Money notwithstanding, but that stuff is around.
Frigging double space on this post, wacky.
3 comments:
Eerie. You're an emo kid from another life! Too many emotions were spent in another world, leaving nothing but hollow concern in the next.
Siiigh...and here I am, frozen snowland, wishing i was with you who understands me more than most.
hollow concern. good choice of words. Sounds like the definition of a ....you know who.
Sigh. June, please?
June, then. Good. Because I miss you like hell. H-E-L-L.
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