Small is suffering small is despair the biggest pang is jealousy
Written almost a year ago.
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You look like that person I dreamed of that night a girl who sought away from a band of tricks But would you believe would you believe that if you feel you can like the girl in that dream Wishes and chaos blend like the rainbow in dreams untrue till tried and tried But would you believe would you believe that everything achieved was first dreamed of by you It takes time with stubborn desire unflinching stubborn desire but no fickle thought lasts or sticks So would you believe would you believe that the life you wait to achieve was always yours waiting far from the band of fools that could never love anyone What they painfully love to own with burning cowardice has been and will always be the ways of your tranquil life So would you believe would you believe that you are the destiny carved by Gods in your time
Written on September 6, 2004.
Come come along with me to the plateau in the black sky with a thousand stars all bright which melt with your gentle smiles Come sweet angel let's stand on this cloudy floor where we don't need to close our eyes in our place so high Silence listens to our every breath And with the morning sunrise We'd have made a dream to try
Oh Tree your leaves fall yet you know and wait for the next summer
Why can't thee flower be crumbling like every other at night fall For this bee still wanders within attraction
See, the weight of this world goes to bed on my back Dreams I do not understand feel silly when I talk If I could take it back I might try I would, if it held some worth or a smile I wake up when it's dawn The world comes to me And pictures of curiosity of the night disappear Silly how people are Nothing's like you And we're so glad to be Smile won't you Because it makes me smile when I dream of you in the morning Puts me to peace And maybe I will be a better man today I'm awake it's dawn See you are smiling in your dream We have a world to carry It can't do without us
there's a place in heaven where old long house boats of bamboo make the water tremble long straws of dark grass on the bank overcast sky and rain a long dock streching into the water as if leading to nothing with a market on the bank filled with people who barter their goods cranes fly the sure wind a pool of netted fish makes a pyramid two school boys walking the bank front dressed in white uniforms and canvas shoes and bags of books women washing their family linen on shallow stone hedges flowers in their hair with bright smiles and friendly chatter of good and bad and responsibility horse carts line the road along the bank with wares of businessmen and with businessmen cloth merchants and ministers the school boys have walked away go to heaven you must visit
Written on August 11, 2002.