PistisSophia
09-20-2005, 12:34 PM
My Final Recital
I thought I felt as you felt,
however, I was wrong.
You don't feel anything;
or anything as strong.
I bow at my final recital,
so pleased to have met you all,
Our times have come
Destiny's dance be done,
this is a curtain call.
and yet, I ache, as ever
when sweet like breezes blow around me,
with the stench of ghouls harping at my feet.
And then there are those, who will gladly give,
and compromise the sacred and the sweet
The fantasy of a different life
that bore their private hell;
shall, an inferno, one day be,
Good day to you, my demonsl
I know you all so well
and thank you so for coming
to my last farewell.
For the masses with no feelings,
'tis a shame, and their lack of resolve,
even if a metaphor, of the blood
of the ones that we held so dear,
These emotions ache and sicken;
and they never go away
and I know, shall be with me,
until my dying day.
iks
Hope is All I have My Love
Hope is all I have my love,
hope, and then, there's you,
and as we hope together, love
for a world where dreams hold true.
Hope is all we have each day,
of our lives, I think
I shall not allow myself to despair of hope
for then, life would be most bleak.
I hold your hand and ride the tide
for hopeful folks, as we
decry the petrifying ride that comes
from when we somehow are conceived.
As long, my love, as I have hope
and you, to help me through the night
the sun shall remain, oh so warm.....
and I be bathed in sacred light.
I dip down into water and wine
and break my bread with thee
of all the unrepented universe,
so pleased with you to be.
iks
I thought I felt as you felt,
however, I was wrong.
You don't feel anything;
or anything as strong.
I bow at my final recital,
so pleased to have met you all,
Our times have come
Destiny's dance be done,
this is a curtain call.
and yet, I ache, as ever
when sweet like breezes blow around me,
with the stench of ghouls harping at my feet.
And then there are those, who will gladly give,
and compromise the sacred and the sweet
The fantasy of a different life
that bore their private hell;
shall, an inferno, one day be,
Good day to you, my demonsl
I know you all so well
and thank you so for coming
to my last farewell.
For the masses with no feelings,
'tis a shame, and their lack of resolve,
even if a metaphor, of the blood
of the ones that we held so dear,
These emotions ache and sicken;
and they never go away
and I know, shall be with me,
until my dying day.
iks
Hope is All I have My Love
Hope is all I have my love,
hope, and then, there's you,
and as we hope together, love
for a world where dreams hold true.
Hope is all we have each day,
of our lives, I think
I shall not allow myself to despair of hope
for then, life would be most bleak.
I hold your hand and ride the tide
for hopeful folks, as we
decry the petrifying ride that comes
from when we somehow are conceived.
As long, my love, as I have hope
and you, to help me through the night
the sun shall remain, oh so warm.....
and I be bathed in sacred light.
I dip down into water and wine
and break my bread with thee
of all the unrepented universe,
so pleased with you to be.
iks