Lord, I'm on my knees again
Because the worst has happened
The death of a loved one
The loss of a job
I can't pay the bills
My wife no longer loves me
So I'm here today
Before the Lord of creation
The First and Last
And perhaps the best I can say
Is a hollow hallelujah
From an empty heart
“The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away
Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
For who knows
Perhaps by my suffering
Someone else may be blessed
Someone else might have hope
Someone else might see You through me
I can't see the future
I don't know the greater plan
But I believe, but I Know
That even in the hardest of times
I can rely on You to carry me
When I fall, let me fall into Your arms
Please take this broken life
This shattered jar of clay
And shape it into the man
That You need me to be
I trust You
I love You
And because of these
I know that I'll be ok
Did you ever care?
Did you ever feel the same way?
How much of it was real?
How much f it was lies?
You must of known I cared,
You must of known how I really felt,
I wanted to make you happy,
I wanted to show you I understood,
How could you be so cruel?
How could you not see it was hurting me?
I took a chance and trusted you,
I took a chance and let you in,
You never let me in,
You never seemed to care,
How much pain does pleasure bring?
How much pleasure does pain bring?
Why didnt you stop it?
Why did you carry on?
You hurt me in ways I never knew,
You hurt me permanently,
I have scars from you,
I have scars because of you,
I gave you a second chance,
I gave you a third chance,
You chose to burn those bridges,
You chose to burn me.
I know I need to walk away,
Tell me its over even though it never began,
Remove the spell Im under,
Let me live in peace,
My heart aches at the thought of you,
Why did I fall for you?
I let you in and you shut me out,
Only there when it was convenient for you.
I told you I wont chase you forever,
One day I will give up and walk away,
No matter how great the pain,
How much I miss your touch,
The taste of you on my lips,
Your skin against mine,
Intoxicating scent of pheremones,
The adrenaline rush,
Hearts pounding and pulses thumping,
Im going to miss it all,
But most of all,
Im going to miss you.
Ego sum paenitet me dilexit vos.
You see me here, yet I am not
For I’m in your smiles, your hearts, your thoughts
Your laughs, your tears, your oldest fears
Your past, your now, your future years
Your children’s face, your elders’ grace
I live in there, that ‘always’ place
And if you took a single look
At any page within this book
Start to finish, through and through
You’d find yourself, and you, and you
For each of you has touched my life
In times of plenty, quiet, and strife
I live there still as you can see
So, all of you… is all of me
And when it’s time to leave this place
To fill this warmth with empty space
Remember, dear loved ones here
In all your hearts I’m always near
El Lugar Donde Vivo
Me ves aquí, pero no soy
Porque estoy en tus sonrisas, tus corazones, tus pensamientos
Tus risas, tus lágrimas, tus miedos más antiguos
Tu pasado, tu ahora, tus años futuros
La cara de tus hijos, la gracia de tus mayores
Vivo allí, ese lugar "siempre"
Y si echas un solo vistazo
En cualquier página de este libro
De principio a fin, y en cada palabra
Te encontrarás a ti mismo, y a ti, y a ti
Por cada uno de ustedes ha tocado mi vida
En tiempos de abundancia, tranquilidad y lucha
Vivo allí todavía como puedes ver
Entonces, todos ustedes ... son todos de mi
Y cuando es hora de dejar este lugar
Para llenar esta calidez con un espacio vacío
Recuerden, seres queridos aquí
En todos tus corazones siempre estoy cerca
What a strange and twofold time
This hour of smiles and tears
When loved ones now and then all pluck
Mere moments from the years
When all recall not merely joy
But rancor, loss and pain
And somehow feel a common strength
When relived all again
The words that fill the whispers
That slip from trembling lips
May be all happiness and ire
All anger, fear and quips
Only now, this twofold time
This hour of smiles and tears
Do all the memories that we share
Come through the well-plucked years
Un aplauso a
Todo eso que vive
Entre, tu mente y tu boca, y
Que nunca llega a salir
Esos momentos tuyos
Que tuyos se han de quedar
Hasta dejar de existir
Eso que habita la mente en forma de recuerdo,
De furtivos momentos escondidos en la normalidad
Detrás de un "nada" hay toda una vida en un instante
Un instante de vida oculta y presa
Entre tu memoria y tu boca
Au dessus d'un cimetière aux tombes grises
Tombent les feuilles aux couleurs mortes
Tandis que dégringolent au gré de la brise
Des lambeaux de vie et d'espoir que l'on avorté
Le vent chante se sinistre mélodie,
Soufflant les flammes de bougies heureuses
Pendant que pleurent doucement à l'agonie
Les branches frêles de la sylve silencieuse
Ne craint follement les feuilles qui tombent
Celui dont les pensées
Résonnent la nuit durant dans les catacombes
Les plaintes de la forêt qui se meurt,
Seuls l'entendent ceux qui de la vie ont peur
Et qui cherchent le sens à toute heure
Du ballet de la chute des ombres brunes
De la pâle froideur de la lune
Alors sous le lierre et les ronces
On peut entendre un murmure, une sinistre réponse;
"Les morts ne parlent pas"
Un petit garçon regarde la Terre
De son nuage paisible d'argent.
Il aperçoit, tout en bas, la mer
immense et douce comme sa maman
Il regarde les arbres, les forêts
Les montagnes ensoleillées, les bergers
les villages, les enfants, les vergers
et voit doucement passer les années
Parfois il entend pleurer une fillette
Et tend l'oreille, d'un air alerte
L'enfant n'aime pas entendre la tristesse
Il préfère regarder les amoureux sur la plaga,
observer les poissons sur le rivage
et regarder les petits chats qui naissent
Mais il est tard sur le nuage
Alors doucement l'enfant s'en va
Et retourne au pays d'où l'on ne revient pas.
My brother died,
And in his place;
I was born,
But I was repelled.
My mother threw me from the table,
Abused me, both mind and body.
My father never present,
And if so, he ignored me.
They left each other fast,
'Cause mother was a lesbian.
But my father needed a woman,
For his children and as a housewife.
The second was quite alright,
Even if she made me eat axis.
Only my sister I couldn't see,
That became off limits.
After years they had their divorce,
And then came the third, the most terrible.
My wicked stepmother,
The greatest dictator.
She tried to strangle my brother,
Then father did interfere.
She put me in the sanitarium,
With false motives, my fear.
Firstly in a crisis-centra,
'Cause I ran away from home.
Then in the sanitarium,
Where I for six months did roam.
In the sanitarium,
Provided with medication.
By which I lost my memory,
Crawling in the emptiness of chaos...
Regularly I suffered blackouts,
By which I saw nothing.
Not knowing what I did,
Much like sleep-walking;
And strange vistas occurred.
I wasn't suffering delirium,
Is what the doctors told.
So all this time,
I was in the asylum for no reason.
Then I had to go to boarding-school,
Where I developed something bad: anger.
I wanted to kill another, a female;
And Nyarlathotep, I am sorry;
Maybe I didn't wanted to commit this act,
But I had to from Satan...
What happened was unforeseen,
'Cause my room was now aflame.
The building completely in axis,
The police came to arrest me.
A year and a half in prison,
Locked away in a cell, in Hell.
A year and a half terror,
The bondage of society.
When I got out, there was another project,
Named room-training.
I had to work in a factory,
But that didn't end well...
I started to mutilate myself,
Which I learned in the sanitarium.
They send me to the hospital,
To the psychiatric division.
Then again to the crisis-centra,
Which I didn't liked at all.
As if I had to start over,
I couldn't take it anymore.
Through the open door I escaped,
And from my last money;
I buyed a train-ticket,
Which brought me to Ramses.
Every single note was a song in itself
And every little breath was a melody
And I, a painful ripping squeal
That bellowed from inside of me
Her crimson lips had softly smiled
As she sang angelically
But no more than a dissonant chord
Was the best that I could be
Oh, angel of the nightly song!
How wrapped in you I have become!
How can I go, and sing alone
Shouting like a falling drum
I can't forget your heavenly voice
That pierced the ever-present noise
Through sky and the pervasive smog
To me, whom naught but death employs.