Wednesday, December 14, 2005
14 min 6 sec
Franz Schubert - Ave Maria x3
Its then from now I hear it so clearly, the time ticking away. I want to feel something that I cant not explain. To the people that hurt me, to the people that I hurt. from the place I can not recall. I was there when I was young. I was there when the air was so new. I went back in time, when there was something to explain. you were there, an army of one. No more. I can not take it further. I was alive. Helpless from the moment I walked into your life. here and there. I walked and ran when I could not think. I want to make a life when I heard the sound. Sounds of silence. Why is this happening to me? My brother that I never had. can you see the light that is cast upon my shadow. The letters of the unspoked word come across to me at a time when there is nothing to discuss. Conversations that lead us to answers that should never be answered. The phone rings with a caustic smell. Yes, there is an oder to a sound and its reverberating though my mind. Blinded by a light that which cast shadows on my inner thoughts. I call her, her name is a foresight of nothing. I want to speak a laungauge that no one understands. Go and see the world that everybody speaks of. I see nothing my lord. I see nothing. Help me to seek the things I fear. God, this is a plea that I seek. I paid nothing and want redemption. When is it that I will further my knowledge of the truth. The air is stale and caustic. I rummage though old photos of my past. There is Jessica, my first love. Where are you? I seeked you on more then one occasions. I play a song for you, you cant hear me, but I hear you. I once thought that I was the master of all... God I am sorry for thinking this way. You are the master of my world. You are the mast of everybodys world. fearful of a world inwhich you command. Explain this to me, master; where am I supposed to go? I want to see things that hurt me, and condemn them to hell. I know this is your job but I want to help you. Help me. Thoughtless to myself, thoughtless in a place known only by me. please help me.
*Drunk blogging... its even better then those drunk dialers.
Its then from now I hear it so clearly, the time ticking away. I want to feel something that I cant not explain. To the people that hurt me, to the people that I hurt. from the place I can not recall. I was there when I was young. I was there when the air was so new. I went back in time, when there was something to explain. you were there, an army of one. No more. I can not take it further. I was alive. Helpless from the moment I walked into your life. here and there. I walked and ran when I could not think. I want to make a life when I heard the sound. Sounds of silence. Why is this happening to me? My brother that I never had. can you see the light that is cast upon my shadow. The letters of the unspoked word come across to me at a time when there is nothing to discuss. Conversations that lead us to answers that should never be answered. The phone rings with a caustic smell. Yes, there is an oder to a sound and its reverberating though my mind. Blinded by a light that which cast shadows on my inner thoughts. I call her, her name is a foresight of nothing. I want to speak a laungauge that no one understands. Go and see the world that everybody speaks of. I see nothing my lord. I see nothing. Help me to seek the things I fear. God, this is a plea that I seek. I paid nothing and want redemption. When is it that I will further my knowledge of the truth. The air is stale and caustic. I rummage though old photos of my past. There is Jessica, my first love. Where are you? I seeked you on more then one occasions. I play a song for you, you cant hear me, but I hear you. I once thought that I was the master of all... God I am sorry for thinking this way. You are the master of my world. You are the mast of everybodys world. fearful of a world inwhich you command. Explain this to me, master; where am I supposed to go? I want to see things that hurt me, and condemn them to hell. I know this is your job but I want to help you. Help me. Thoughtless to myself, thoughtless in a place known only by me. please help me.
*Drunk blogging... its even better then those drunk dialers.
# posted by John smith @ 11:07 PM 
