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WINDOWS
(T. Beechey)
From my window,I can see you lost in each other's gazes
In the midst of the hazes brought on by passion's blazes
From your window,can you see me before a shattered mirror
Cause the image which appeared bore a figure that was clearer
Long ago?
From my window,I can see you living out your story
Basking in the glory of never needing to be sorry
From your window,can you see me lost in a sea of doubt
Wondering what life's about in a world now without
Your glow?
Myself in the window no longer bears reflection
While the lines of your shadow point in each direction
Yet I can't turn aside,ever hopeful for a glance
Of the stemming of the tide of romance
From my window,I can see you in the arms of another
Secure in the love for this moment you've discovered
From your window,can you see me with head bent and kneeling
In search of a healing from this overwhelming feeling
Of shame?
From my window,I can see you dancing in the moonlight
Silohuetted in the twilight and everything is all right
From your window,can you see me as my spirit's slowly dulling
With teardrops steadily falling and each one calling
Out your name? |
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| 04:19am 30/07/2005 |
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FOREVER
(T. Beechey)
Forever exists until memories fade
And the shades are drawn and even then
When just a solitary thought
In time is caught,it begins again
Forever is neither here nor there,
It's everywhere and nowhere at all
Yet,somewhere we fall in the middle
And,little by little,we begin to dull
Till we all become part of forever
Never changing,but seldom the same
Name or circumstance doesn't divide us
For they're inside us to feed the flame
There is no beginning,there is no end
Only chance to mend what's fallen before
As through the door we quickly pass
Into the looking glass of nevermore
Forever exists in a dream selected
From those reflected in sightless eyes
And nothing dies for we're all as one
Just as we've begun until spirits rise |
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| 07:16pm 13/05/2005 |
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LIMITLESS ENDINGS
(T. Beechey)
Just what is truth? A fanciful lie? Is that why it can't soothe each tear that I cry?
The revelation of fact before it is known: an unholy pact with the mystic unknown?
What is the pleasure that is found in pain? What price is treasure without any gain?
There's no reason or rhyme for such a curse...unless such a time is viewed in reverse
For sometimes lies can be the truth as seen through the eyes of wayward youth
Those who conspire and those which complain,who sit by the fire in the pouring rain
What is their dream? Who hears their plea? Doesn't it seem that once it was we
Who roamed the street so unaware of the rhythmic beat in the fragrant air?
Where are they from and where do they go? Why did we come and why don't we know?
Is there no answer? Are questions unheard? Perhaps now's our chance for a final word
Let's take a peek into what never was,just a moment to seek what within never does
Perhaps if we gazed in the reflecting glass,we'd be amazed at what images pass
For without the shadow or the disguise,we both truly look of our own eyes
It's anyone's guess but the clock on the wall says either confess or damned be us all |
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| WINGS |
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| 11:19am 29/04/2005 |
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There was a boy who yearned to fly and,for hours,he'd watch the birds in the sky
And one could tell by his eye's gleam that some way,someday he would realize his dream
From his body he sprouted wings --- beautiful,gorgeous,spectacular things
With the colors of a thousand springs and all the splendor which nature brings
And they spanned the entire world,shielding all from rains as they unfurled
And,as they were drawn and curled,the color trails swooped and swirled
First,he leapt into the wind but,from this plan,he chose to rescind
So he kept the wind to his back,but all he knew faded to black
He tried to take off on a run,but grew entangled in the rays of the sun
Finally,he tried just staying still and remained just that way until...
He gazed once more at the beauty he found within the sky,then looked around
At what to him was now a cell from which he would eternally dwell
And so his wings began to rot,his dreams of flight were no longer a thought
The colors,once brilliant,began to dull...leaving behind nothing at all
He watched as others took his place and soared above with glamour and grace
And,to each one,he wished them well as he awaited the tolling of the bell
For that was all that remained,now indelibly ingrained
Upon his soul to bear the shame,upon the stone to bear his name
So,he watched as the world passed him by without a glance to his tear-stained eye
And,when came the time for him to die ---- since no one cared,no one asked why |
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| THE PIPER |
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| 05:22am 05/03/2005 |
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THE PIPER
(T. Beechey)
When,all around,there is the sound of peaceful solitude
And the only images to be found exist within the mood
That's the chance to accept the dance even if you can't
You'll find the step where it's kept within the piper's chant
When,all within,the ceaseless din of the world fades away
Allowing for just a moment to breathe the scent of day
That is when you begin again to seek what left so soon
And,when you do,only then will you hear the piper's tune
The whispers in the breezes which appeases and consumes
The ripples in the water,color splashes in the plumes
Blending with the mending of a heart denied in love
This is only but a sampling of all the piper's of
Upon the crests of windfalls,there's no walls to divide
Expressions emerge quickly when there's not a need to hide
From the majestic rise of mountains to fountains spraying mist
This is where,in the fragrant air,you shall feel the piper's kiss
When,all throughout,the cloak of doubt is lifted to reveal
Just what life is all about in all you think and feel
That's a sign to drink the wine,the sweet nectar which abounds
In the presence of the lilting tones amidst the piper's sounds
When all above,below,beyond,there's a bond between the land
And man as he embraces life with a strong and steady hand
That's the time to begin the climb from where you've been so long
And follow the echoes of the chime which exist in the piper's song |
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| To An Unknown Acquaintance |
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| 06:57am 01/03/2005 |
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I came across an obituary notice in a newspaper and the resemblances between the deceased and I were so striking that I felt compelled to write about it:
TO AN UNKNOWN ACQUAINTANCE
(T. Beechey)
I didn't recognize the printed name
But,nonetheless,teardrops filled my eyes
When I realized that we were one and the same
Merely attired in the other's disguise
How very much similar our lives had been
As twins,we could have easily passed
Simply miscast in separate skin
Upon journeys that were never to last
The routes we chose somehow always merged
Forever on the verge of denial
Yet,all the while,there was present that surge
To complete that elusive,unfinished mile
Was it luck or fate or happenstance?
A random encounter with the Sacred Above?
Or was it unrequited heartfelt romance
The turning back of a still-yearning love?
I didn't recognize the printed name
And it's really a shame because,you see,
Together,we each warmed ourselves by that flame
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| FOREVER INTO THE DISTANT BLUE |
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| 03:31am 21/12/2004 |
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FOREVER INTO THE DISTANT BLUE
(T. Beechey)
Amidst the boundless astral plain,amongst the myriad drops of rain,
Between the moon and sun I've danced in a ceaseless quest to seek romance
But I just had to turn to find that what I sought was right behind
To take my hand and guide me through forever into the distant blue
Within her eyes,therein lies what shade and shadow can't disguise
All that is so pure and true,like when the dawn embarks anew
Spilling forth in lustrous rays,sifting through the mist and haze
Allowing for another chance to glimpse the world at flawless glance
And the images which have been drawn supply the strength to carry on
Over once untrodden ground as time's fabric grows unwound
Hers is truly a lyrical soul - lifting me up,filling the role
Of someone whom I used to know...it seems so very long ago
But also yet,in a way,there remains a sense of yesterday
For but a fleeting twinkling once,I relished the flavors of these wants
I savored every precious drop then,all too soon,it came to stop
Ever since I've longed and yearned for those moments to return
To cast aside shrouds of gloom and breathe in airs of sweet perfume
Nestled in rich bouquets of water lilies by the bay
Just simple pleasures,priceless treasures ---springing forth in spacious measures
Gone not to be revised...till I found the beauty in her eyes
Reviving faith,renewing hope,smoothing out each hill and slope
Granting chance to chances lost regardless of the cause or cost
A time to bask within the rays of playful,carefree summer days
And capture at their greatest heights passions borne on winter heights
Revealed to all,concealed to none --- the time to heal has begun
And I never thought I would see when such a time would come to me
I'm comforted so by its warming glow,more than anyone could ever know
Casting reflections below,above,and all around in hues of love
Now,as anguish goes,I've chance to dose --- at last,a moment for repose
For I've grown weary in my quest,my wounded soul beckons request
The mirrored portraits in her eyes reflect upon the earth and skies
Across the glass I fanitly trace a misplaced smile upon my face
When I awake I've come to see these dreams of smiles have come to be
For,within my heart,we are as one in the presence of the setting sun
Underneath a velvet mystic sky as clouded mists go rolling by
Upon a crystalled span of sea awash in sheer tranquility
And,all around,there is no sound --- not even a echoed whisper found
Just she and I within a world so unbridled and unfurled
Her poetic gaze I praise in song as,with the winds,we drift along
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| 11:16am 17/11/2004 |
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SUNRISE
Sunrise,peeking slowly through the trees
Bring me another day to share
Sunrise,with your warm and gentle breeze
Show me just how much you care
Oh,can you read my mind?
Can you take away the pain?
Erase all of my yesterdays
And let me start again
Sunrise,collect up all my dreams
Turn them into something real
Sunrise,sew up all my seams
Close my wounds and let them heal
Let me knoe the truth
That's concealed behind the lies
Reveal to me the answers
And blaze them across the skies
Sunrise,breathe new life into my soul
Tell me that I am not wrong
Sunrise,help me fulfill my role
Let me know that I belong
Give to me a reason
That I should carry on
Welcome and caress me
With each refreshing dawn
(Instrumental Break)
Unlock all of your mysteries
That have so long been known
Confide in me your secrets
You already know my own
Sunrise,cast all shadows to the side
Light my path so I can see
Sunrise,be my guardian and guide
Take me where I want to be... |
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MY EXISTENCE
Somewhere,maybe nowhere,there's an anywhere to be
It isn't everywhere or here and there and it's where you'll find me
It's a dream within a vision just the sightless can behold
An impenetrable prison from which memories are told
Sharing secrets with the masses,giving what's been taken back
Glimpsed through rose-colored glasses which time has tinted black
Telling tales without expression,but all is understood
By the constant intercession of evil's hidden good
There are answers seeking questions to solutions never sought
And the myriad of suggestions come from lessons never taught
Retained throughout the ages of youthful legacy
Where all unwritten pages are your own biography
Echoes of a silence which reverberate throughout
The darkened glow of violence where each whisper is a shout
Every offered hand is shielded in a masqueraded glove
And every heart has yielded to unrequited love
Somewhere,maybe nowhere,there exists a fantasy,
A mirage inside a blank stare...and that's where you will find me |
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| 07:14pm 29/05/2002 |
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Today on the videoscreen
I saw you, and your smiling face
Times that were so happy,
Are now fleeting.
Everything was perfect,
Nothing could ever go wrong
In our reality.
We set out to conquer the world
Only to fall flat on our faces.
You couldn't pick yourself up,
Falling deeper into the unknown
No helping hand to find,
No sanity of any kind.
I kept moving forward,
Trying to realize our dream,
Looking forward to my future...
Not turning back.
And I'm sorry
Forever sorry for not going back
To give you my hand. |
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| 06:53pm 30/04/2002 |
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You hear the wind
It calls your name
It speaks of things to do
You listen
It tells you to live on
You answer
"Why live a lonely life?"
It answers
"Think of those without a life.
And answer me what they want."
You listen
"We wanted death, but you must live"
You listen yet again
It tells you to let go of the past
You answer
"Why should I let go"
It answers
"It hurts you deeply"
You answer
"No, no it calms me"
You listen once more
You hear nothing but:
Life is a journey to hold on to
You answer
"What else would it be?"
Nothing answers
You continue your journey |
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| My muse |
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| 10:31am 24/04/2002 |
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green fire glowing eyes
emerald-bright
stomping dance in her combat boots
paint stains on her oversize sweater
long black hair pulled back
sometimes with a tiara
usually with rubber bands and binder clips
I've often met her on the bus
sometimes she teases me
but I treasure her company
she speaks my language
when I dream
the whole world is her canvas, and
I am her paintbrush |
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