Face to faceFace to face, heart to heartin my mind now there's a new, glittering utopiaspeaking of you, my love,with your voice and scentOh, do you remember when in the summerwe used to dream of all this,on those nights where the skywas an immense starry canvasand we could forget everything and everyone,letting the world fade awayas poster paint in the water?
Faccia a facciaFaccia a faccia, cuore sul cuorenella mia mente ora c'è una nuova, scintillante utopiache parla di te, amore mio,ha la tua voce ed il tuo profumoOh, ricordi quando in estatefantasticavamo di tutto questo,in quelle notti dove il cielo era un'immensa tela stellatae noi potevamo dimenticare tutto e tutti,lasciando che il mondo sbiadisse come tempera nell'acqua?
Confusion in my headConfusion, in my headand the stomach, in flames, twists itselfwhile my eyes caress your imageand rationality makes me ashamed of what I feel,saying me that I'm wrong, and maybe...Yeah, maybe I shouldn't...
Confusione nella mia testaConfusione, nella mia testae lo stomaco, in fiamme, si contorcementre i miei occhi accarezzano la tua immaginee la razionalità mi fa vergognare di quello che provo,dicendomi che sono sbagliata, e forse...Già, forse non dovrei...
Swearing fidelty to your new godThe heartbeat gets faster,perhaps you close your eyeswhile your lips are trembling,hesitant, nervousat the thought to swear eternal fidelityto your new god dropped on Earth?
Giurando fedelta' al tuo nuovo dioIl battito del cuore si fa più veloce,forse ti si chiudono gli occhimentre le tue labbra tremanti esitano, nervoseal pensiero di giurare fedeltà eternaal tuo nuovo dio sceso sulla Terra?
Hey, baby, are you ok?Hey, baby, are you okay?Even from here I can hearthe sudden noisethat made your heart just now,as it was breaking down for the sufferingand with tears in my eyesI remain to watch you cry, unable to move,not understanding who hasbeen able to do such a thing to you...
Piccola, stai bene?Hey, piccola, stai bene?Anche da qui riesco a sentirequel rumore improvvisoche ha fatto il tuo cuore poco fa,mentre si spezzava per la sofferenzae con le lacrime agli occhirimango a guardarti piangeresenza riuscire a muovermi,non capendo chi abbia potuto farti una cosa simile...
To the black of the German decadeAnd I'm brought back to the past,to the black of the German decade '30 - '40and the imagination runsto look again the Rebels, the heroeschallenge the Reich eaglewhile in my headphones spreadthose patriotic songs by the hypnotic melodies,elusive as the relentless course of history...
GhostThe dream shatters around meLike a broken mirror.Looking at the wreckage,My reflection unrecognizable.A broken image.A broken heart.I'm cut by the shardsAs I try to piece it back together.My blood sprinkles the surfaceLike a red rain.The mirror is whole again.What's left of the dream.I look at my reflection,And tears finally begin to fall.
Carnival LoveHold my hand, My Love.Dead lights and lost music.Sit on my lap in this hollow carnival.Worthless pumpkins grow on the edges watching.A faded rainbow comes to an end at the smiling faces.Keep close,I'm not going to let you go.The talking lights are just dead plans.Damn them all, damn the lot who says we can't be.I told you to love meYou made our rainbow end.Damn it all in this old and empty park.You're worthless to me now and they were right.We can't be and so you can't be. Good bye, My Love.
Wake up loveHush now,I'm sorry the dream must end.It's time to wake upand face the world.Reality is harsh,the people are cold,that's how it isand you must wake up.For you have been asleep long enough.Time to wake love,and be with your peoplethey wait for youand have never given up.You can't let them down.The alarm's going off,and reality is waiting.You are only humanand cannot do muchbut everyone is importantand life is waiting just for you.Can you hear their cries?And the bellows of pain?You can stop thembut only if you wake up.It's time to wake up love,and face the world.They cry for your returnand you can't let them down.
If Truth had a tongueIf Truth had a tongueAll your armies, all your menAll your hate, against a pen Struggling poetBroken words Cold still coffeeBroken birds Against a boy- stone in handTightening hands on rubber band In his eyes see brightening hopeTo strengthen (still) the breaking rope Of justice, rights and human loveAs airplanes hover up aboveAnd I wonder, hands are shakingFaith is crumbling, words are breaking Torn up hope and spirits broken,Muting people when words are spoken, Time is racing against a pen,And I wonder once again, Who is weak, and who is strong?Who is right, and who is wrong?And I wish, whilst blood is drippingChains are beating, whips are whipping See the image- bleeding menHear the clock chime- broken pen Again I wonder and I wish If only the truth had words to speakWords to tell when days are bleak Peace to sp
ShareShare my Breath with your Smile,Share my Dreams with your Light,Share my Dark with your Beauty,Share my Dance with your Fire,Share my Scream with your Silence,Share my Pain with your Flesh,Share my Love with your Eyes.
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashesDust to dustForget the pastTainted by lustMan the mastAnd sail the seaBefore you pay a hearty feeAshes to ashesDust to dustForget the pastOh you must!Play the mouseAnd flee flee fleeBefore the monster catches theeAshes to ashesDust to dustJust give inYou've already been beatInto the riverWith your hopes and dreamsOut with hatred and miseryAshes to ashes.Dust to dustI cant forget,As I succumb to rust
The FearThe day was a fair one, when changes aboundThe sun cast its smile on her faceShe lived like no other, in regions of soundA child in the loveliest placeBut as her head lifted, the glow fell awayHer heart skipped a beat in alarmThe shadows of darkness were longing to playThe moon seemed a beacon of harm"I'm tired," she whispered. "I just want to sleepBut oh, God, I pay such a priceWith no sweet distractions, I'm in the King's keepAnd I'm trapped, all alone, in his eyes."She curled up, lost in her thoughts and despairNo warm touch or words gave her peaceThe King set her off, with a gentleman's flair(But he'd drawn her the darkest of dreams)A lion that lay with its head all amokA scream that leaked blood from her soulA house that caught fire, a corpse on the rocksA little boy dizzy with coldA room with no meaning, a cliff with no lifeA Reaper that started too lateA man chasing children with armies of knivesA jungle that chose her as bait The dreams rolled
The song of the Magpie One for sorrow, two for joy. What once was joyful, is now just sorrow.The bitter taste of today, is stale for tomorrow.A heavy drowse of a now distant past,Faded memories, of passings so fast. Three for a girl, four for a boy. There once was a girl who fell in love,Who had a heart as pure as a soaring dove.She met a boy with a heart of gold,Hard, metallic and awfully cold. Five for silver, six for gold. She was promised silver, diamonds and stones,Yet all she received was brass, ash and bones.She found the gold, in the best of others.Giving love and strength to her sisters and brothers. Seven for a secret never to be told.Lies were formed and secrets keptSerpents whispered while she slept.She let nothing bother her, had struggles a few.Though legend says for joy, you must see two.
Smile Today, Darling!This mirror does not show me.All I see is a girl, pale as the moonlight,The ghost of a heart once pure white.But when I lift my hand, she lifts hers too.Who is this girl? She's blurred into ash hues.There's something, though, that screams out loud:A sparkle in her eye proclaims, "I AM PROUD."A twitch at her lips, a fourth of a smileSurfaces from a decade's exile.A burst of a rainbow, a ray of sunshine,'I'M GOING TO LIVE," is today's headline.So now, I finally see me.
Cover It With InkI will not break another person in my lifeThose who I have broken I will fixI'm done with this thought that I'm nothingCause I'm something that no one will never beI'm done crying myself to sleepI will laugh at the thoughtI will never pick that blade up againCause if I will cut something it will be paperI will cut paperWith my penI will write my emotionsAnd I will not hideI'm not evilI will cut my paperI will use my deadly weaponI feel bad for the item I'm covering in inkI know how it feels to be coveredI know how it feels to be corneredI will not take any pillsThis is my medicationI will learnSomething that we all have knownWhen we were kidsI will learn toLove myself again
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,with thoughts of atoms and connotation.She is brilliant, they say,but she knows she is lost.Numbers are her companion,she understands their mean, average.Words can twist her brain,she loves the wonder they bring.She is intelligent, they say,but sometimes,she doesn't feel clever enough.Sometimes she feels clever too much.Excusez-moi, in perfect French,but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.She is clever, they say.But she is not clever the way they know.She sees things as they are,and she prefers her thoughts to the world.She knows she loves them more than they in return,and her friends will be there until they wont.Friends reassure her, you'll be okay,she puts a smile on her face.She loves them as much as any,even though there aren't many.They bring out the best in her,the happy girl,not swamped by words.The one who isn't drowning in formula.Test scores and numbers don't mark you smart,she knows this now,engraved in her
Keep on TryingThey yell at you,They tell you that you are useless,They ask you to try harder,They tell you your life is pointless.You just keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.When they can't understand who you are,When you mess up and a chance gets blown,When you want to be accepted,Remember, you are not alone.You can always keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.We all feel pain and distraught,At some point in our life,But my dear, sweet, friend,Refuse to be the middle of their taunt.You can always keep trying,You may not be the best,But you never give up,You never let it rest.And if you ever need help,Then all you need to do,For me to start running, is shout'I need you'.
WillowYour confessional arms are Willow trees,draping lonely limbs around an empty ink-jar heart. Scars worn down like henna tattoos.A night witch scrawling her incantations on blue moons,rolling her letters into sentences like a curse.But, it is in these coffee eyes you have found a home.
MyiagrosYou went quietlyLike granite with finesseDays and nightsThe come down monsterI had a drinkSix, seven, eight moreAlways and sometimesCompletely nothingThe weeks of illnessBefore it pulled your eyes shutNo small talkJust plain, empty timeI walked to the store for smokesStruggled not to howlThere was fly paper nailed to the registerLegs still movingAnd I knew what they were buzzing forHell had found you first
The Girl on the BusToday I saw a girl on the bus,who had the deepest sorrow glazed across her eyes,she sat three rows in front of me and took the window seat,She stared out through the glass,sun rays peaking through the trees as the bus was moving,the way the light hit her face, beautiful.Simply beautiful.She traced an outline of a figure on the window,then quickly looked around and rubbed it out.I wondered what's on her mind?her face expression showed a flicker between emotions,from sadness and sorrow to quick bursts of happiest and joy.She got up, the bus stop, she walked past and looked at me.For a brief moment I felt her pain and her hurt,every time shes been knocked down and every time her trusts been misused,the way people cursed at her and the way people beat her,all the times she tried to hide and all the times she sat alone and cried,everything she wanted to be and everything she wanted to let go of,the battle scars she reflected on her skin,and the battle scars which were ref
MonophobiaYour hand found my heart with ease,just as your words always found cracks in weakened armor,and with the same fluidity that constantly drew my gaze,filling me with childish need atop the comfort of company,even if lonely:we were never ones to stand individually.Then you play my heart strings,with the skill of devoted pianists and the poiseof Egyptian princes,garbed in such confidence I have no choice but to move my lipsto words hummed beneath your steady breath;the words my heart stammers over,as weak a fool as ever.Necessities mash like fevered lips,merging us as one being,one entity of which to rejoice with proclamations of fragile love.and when our lips do make war,I kiss you into my own oblivion,drawing you deeper inside me to dwell and comfort,though you decay fleshly wallsand expanding sacks of breath,of life;a bloody clash of love producing broken wills and suchtwisted affections,mangling us further towards impending destruction:so horribly
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:With the soft touch of his fingersThe piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so longBares its secret melody...-When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' coldMy life revolved the things that I was always toldI never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bowIt was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowedThrough all the days I feared that everything would disappearYou held me up and held me close like I was something dearI never knew I had a part of me that you would likeI guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
-So this is the only way, that I canProperly express my thanksFor everything you've done for meThis my way of thanksMy way of thanksMy way of thanks-I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the gameIt felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lameBut then you taught me that no matter what, you were hereYou read the worst of my works and put
Castles in the airEven the fools daydream...That something could go on well,oh, for a single timethey build castles in the air,daring to hope, dreamto find a temporary haven of peaceto escape to during the winterand dream of spring...