just not yet

today, mortality patted
one at the back

evading the fates
eight solar cycles
plus moons

autumnal and vernal
hid in frigid mounts
reached sun-drenched lands
touched, finger by
finger

now
grabbed again

by the shoulder

~~~

shake me awake
for I am
now
knocking at my own door


I do not want in yet

I was never really afraid
until now



this at least I deserve.

In the end i would have to say goodbye afterall






















In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

No fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my face, I've changed my name
But no one wants you when you lose

Don't give up
'cos you have friends
Don't give up
You're not beaten yet
Don't give up
I know you can make it good

Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn

Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground

Don't give up
You still have us
Don't give up
We don't need much of anything
Don't give up
'cause somewhere there's a place
Where we belong

Rest your head
You worry too much
It's going to be alright
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Don't give up
Please don't give up

'got to walk out of here
I can't take anymore
Going to stand on that bridge
Keep my eyes down below
Whatever may come
And whatever may go
That river's flowing
That river's flowing

Moved on to another town
Tried hard to settle down
For every job, so many men
So many men no-one needs

Don't give up
'cause you have friends
Don't give up
You're not the only one
Don't give up
No reason to be ashamed
Don't give up
You still have us
Don't give up now
We're proud of who you are
Don't give up
You know it's never been easy
Don't give up
'cause I believe there's the a place
There's a place where we belong




not now
not yet

please




azrael

is there really a right kind of monster?

in the midst of the hype about New Moon's movie installment I came across some mixed up audio-visuals. searching and scanning through video posts for some favorite artists' and songs' music vids and then hopping along friends' wall images in facebook I stumbled upon these volpes /vamp confu-blends:



well, I'm sorry I can't be the right kind of monster for you..., he said. the song should force louis, armand and the rest to turn to lobos. It MUST.


7>7> 6>6> 5>5> ... 3,2,1...

compatibility at 98.09 % at the next moon-pleiades -orion-junction.

full morphing to occur at stage V of Uranus' conjugation with Alpha Centauri


the song is about the colavolpes' sole heir for his sired vulpine siren. now, due to this, the composer has gone berserker. He is also diagnosed to be afflicted with lupus. How this stings him!


is this a trance-formative thing?

tomorrow

forever is a day
today is non-existent



now
later-nity
everafterall



death comes from within
life is betrothed to pain
hope-folly

escapist's dream
a blind man's vision
mirroring sea

killer mountain
elevated sighs













"Perfect Symmetry"

I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs

I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitols
Wisest of the animals

Who are you, what are you living for
Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more

This life, is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me

Write page after page of analysis
Looking for the final score
We're no closer than we were before

Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
lived in perfect symmetry

What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle, slips into the run out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too

And maybe you find, life is unkind
and over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you

Oh boy you otta leave this town
get out while you can
the needle's running out
The voices in the streets you love
everything is better when you hear that shout
woooaohhh
woooaohhh
woooaohhh

spineless dreamers, hide in churches
pieces of pieces of rush hour buses
I dream in emails, worn out phrases
mile after mile of just empty pages

wrap yourself around me
wrap yourself around me

as the needle, slips into the run out groove
maybe i'll feel it too
maybe you'll feel it too
maybe you'll feel it too
maybe you'll feel it too

I dream in emails, worn out phrases
mile after mile of just empty pages

The man in 119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings, we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.

He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go eat them on the shore.

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand, sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate and wash my hand in the sea. With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.
All holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.