Abbastanza è sufficiente
The bullets whisper gentle stain
It's nothing, it's just a flesh wound...
Drinking words, and lost in time
For love speaks my soul renew, joined.
Come with me, we'll simple let go.
I can see, I can see
the sunshine flutter away
like a butterfly in the meadows.
a life faids
on the side of the street
and my heart aches every time....
I can see
the land I dreamed
shinning deep in your eyes.
Winds of change
Blessed saints
Dogs and bitches
All or none
Some have said
It was [all] for naught
Save some grass
And let the fellow
Sleep to the sound
of a crying mother
Sea breeze on winters porch
Romantic promises over the hill
Bug eyed people,
stepping over dog shit
"come inside would you"
"no" I said
"why can't you stay"
asked the little lady
"my friends are waiting"
"they can stay too"
"american knight,
how was the journey"
no answer is given
Romantic promises over the hill
I sleep tomorrow if by chance
you saved the watermelon....
has the Lion left or is He still around
reveal the promise and speak the truth
New Years Eve
was like lying during the day
full of face
and under the sun
not today honey the sun was late
and I got skegs brains all over me
just give up
and go home
were do we go from here
being in love with you
is all I've been waiting for
sometimes I've wondered
about the different corners
we grew up in
just to come to the same place
I'll see you
on the other side of dawn
and I'll show you my world
splendid in all it's simplicity
when I see the corner of her eye
I've seen the face of a lovers bloom
it will be a while,
and I know I'll miss you
but I don't forget about you and I
and I'll tell you all the day
about a lovers love
so real, so free
I'd really like to see you for a while
you can hold me
while we swim to the moon
as you put your hand
on my knee in that way
I hold the thought
just a little while longer
timid and tame, longing for the day
when I see the corner of her eye
not the same as yesterday
when we were kissing
and the sun looked away in jealousy
waking to the warmth
of her body
I remembered when it was
only one without the other
whispers on my skin
numbs me with expanse
of your infectious tenderness
and I am no longer immune
to the uninon of souls
my blood runs freely
you take it as your own
your thoughts are often mine
and our farthest dreams were a
mirror
even before we saw the reflection.
Robin Hood I ask of you
to be the man of integrity
that is just under your skin.
Take our dreams along
and at home
I will take your hand.
What texture is tenderness
When you run your fingers
through my hair?
What is the smell of thoughtfulness
When we both surprise each
other with flowers?
What is the intensity of our passion
When we can't get close enough?
What taste is your skin
When I find I'm in a dream?
What sound is joy
When waves crash over us
and I'm in your arms?
What colour will my heart be
When I must be apart from you?
The time I said goodbye
I remembered the time
I saw your face
I remembered the time
I kissed your lips
So many times I tried to say
just how much I love you
Could it be that we make it
even when we don't know
the path of our destination
Celebration of loves love
kisses of age old romance
passions countenace, full
Something known, sound of sight
just a little longer
the wind changes it's direction
beside me, the woman
It's you I saw
dancing in the dream
Touching me now,
flesh to flesh
warm, soft touch
fear set in motion, trembling
On September morning
A clear voice of who we are.
Do you remember the way it was
when our spirits were lost.
Lose to love, take the risk
and you'll see her face
ready to be the woman
When he came home
she was ready to take center stage
the days that have gone
often seem cold and lonely
so I close my eyes
and look into your face
I find the peace,
that comes from us.
Some people stay away
living in fear of a touch
I'm not above the rest
but maybe the tears shed
aren't spent for nothing.
History heard our footsteps
coming down the corridor
and set aside a slice of time
just for you and I.
When I turn
to see...
I will see the face
of the Lion
bright as the day
more glorious than the sun
Old friend
shine on me
teary eyed princess
streams of lonely silence
the heart that stands alone
troubled thoughts
that never stop
look into his eyes, child
see his heart
the child within
he's living the last moments
to try to hold on to her hand
the touch that he longs for
just say it's not time
just say we'll see each other soon
there has got to be more,
so much more for you and I
I wonder... why must I be so alone
when I'm so in love with you
The sun reached out
and touched the sea.
blazing shadows of remembrance
that reared to shake the ground.
Stillness of love
strength of passion
heaven's own song resounded
as she whispered by.
Song of truth, song of love
perched at the gates of his heart
whisper, whisper in my ear
tell me clear and tell me true
this is the one, or is there another
Sarah, Sarah
touched by an angel
who is the one tenderly framing
the passage of thy journey
I came to awaken, turning to see
the face of a Lion, shinning on thee.
my heart skipped, my face did flush
sword in hand, shielf of my passion
for the one I've found to be true
full of vigor, full of instinct
the moment was right, the feeling was full.
before I let the sword swing free
a voice I heard from heaven's door.
this is the one I have loved
this is the one I have made
the life I have given is precious to me
never will it leave, never will it waver
until the time I say it's to be
the scar of the Lion is one to fear
but life is the fruit of its wound
Seated on a sliver of time
I came to see
the one I've found to be true
scarred indeed
but full of life and giving of life
friend of the Lion
just as I have known him to be.
fear's reward at the end
is the secret
of safe passage and life indeed.
Sarah, Sarah it is to be.
it's time who mocks at the patience of a man in love.
his face is shaped without compassion,
his promise wastes the body,
eating away at the fabric of his jealous love.
given up to time's lustful grasp, I gave her up
to an unfriendly affair.
at night she sleeps with him, the sporting jester,
jeering at a lover's anguishing,
frustrating efforts to keep his mind sane.
given the distance, there is only one clear winner
time walks away to a corner of the world with his prize.
he sleeps with her knowing full well his is time.
laughing at the fate of the lover drowning in insane excuses,
chalking another victory to a distasteful trophy.
given over, finally, to daughters of passion,
his addiction to crave the love of his love,
bleeding over, numbing the brain,
only to get up and leave the room at the moment
of revealing the truth of their twisted lives.
this is the story of your life, soldier,
the voice said unforgivingly.
if we were to make a movie out of your life,
let it be known yours would be lost.
no use to try to pretend that you saw
some kind of wonderful,
he continued, it's time to get up
to go and visit your mother, father,
they were willing to feast on your fleash
and take away the pleasure
of losing to time.
for the second time this one loses to his...
friend
friendly time, time to walk on by, see
if those people really did find the fountain.
conscious of his past, afraid of the
ghosts of Africa locked up for good
in his head,
his fate is truly sealed, leaving nothing of
value, leaving nothing but scars.
chuckling to himself, the host bellows out
to the spectators,
we all told him he'd lose,
now see him wasting away,
cheeks of tears, dirt from groveling for the
first few scraps to come his way.
alone, lights turned out, spectators gone
to feed on their pigs eyes losing on another life,
umpires dismissed, swollen with prideful bitterness,
no one left to sweep the floor,
only wind that fades as the grass
airs its only opinion
pointing its finger straight and narrow,
sitting alone, he thinks for awhile,
realizing he can hear a beat, a beat that
speaks only to him.
what beat do you dance to?
if this is pure emotion, it's shattered my dreams.
oh no that wasn't the one.
to celebrate your glory, we'll let you free,
you'll be right and understood
full of glory,
she's a priceless jewel, costs so much.
the voice echoed again through his head
i guess now it's
time
bumps and bribes and leery men
we want out and yet this is where it's at.
a motswana tot slapped at me
his sister asked for madi
while safari trucks carry the ogling, pasty
holiday-bound
and I trudge in the midst of it all.
sand in my sandals
squinting my eyes
straddling the great
divide.
The clock stopped here while mine stayed ticking.
Left is right and up is down.
There's only dust when rain should fall.
Things are costly though people are poor.
When sweat dots his neck he drinks hot tea.
Care for a swim on Christmas Day?
The order of disorder,
making sense from chaos
just creeps and creeps and creeps and...
have you succumbed to it or just
learned to understand
how this clock ticks?
Washing away
dirtiness and despair?
Where are the names of all who came before me
and will my name join a list
like a crowd of flies?
Slipping away
each day into the next.
When will we accept that this is life
and it is only what we make of it
not what it makes of us?
Throwing away
the earth that supports us.
How do we find the
tangent
between our physical existence
and a continuation of the flame?
I once knew a girl
who was schooled in New York
She loved granola
and spoke to [the] trees and birds
and when you'd talk about the past
or see about the future
she'd say...
no regrets Sarah, no regrets
you only live your life once,
(but then what's a life to live)
Somehow I met her
just when she'd be leaving
we'd comfort each other with prosperous futures
even though future is so uncertain
(that neither of us knows)
I can still hear as she'd say...
no regrets Sarah, no regrets
you only live life once,
(but sometimes once is never enough)
So Sarah, a tree's advice
take what you have
and make it a day
come what may, I know (what)
no regrets Sarah, no regrets
life is just to short
(so slow down to a stroll
and I'll stoll along with you)
whatever we've seen or said
it's possible to use it
to help with what's ahead
and maybe we'll change
we'd say
seize the day, seize the day
there's only one like it
(but places are always the same to us
and we've seen days that'll make
a place look different to us)