DecrescendoDissonance clangs, a cacophonous dischord inside my head, sets heavy chimes spinning like tonnes of lead, unravelling in a screech and groan, no apology, no leaving me alone, but drowning out, less often now, more a whimper than a howl, softening to a lighter tone, in shades of less blatant monochrome, slipping through a thinner veil, simply gliding and now standing still, so delicate they meet their death, to start again with a single breathDecrescendo
The FaceWipe the mirror, fill the sink Shave off yesterday's face Wash it down the drain and look away Before you get attachedThe Face
You'll never need that face again It's usefulness has been and gone It swirls anticlockwise Down the drain
Centre of GravityUncertainty opens and unfolds A story lies discarded, untold Inside your head Is a room full of doubts Walk it’s floor blind folded Feeling the wall for the way outCentre of Gravity
Fight to ensnare reason
Thoughts lead you safely nowhere Bend them around
Twist them inside out Take them point blank hostage Attempt to break them down
An unguided universe Endlessly unravelling Adrift in a world of Change and transformation Perilously on the edge Surrender yourself And fall into the chaos At the centre of gravity
Tra
No One Will KnowFascination calls To my subconscious mind Passion unleashed A dream distorting time Hiding in the dark Show me where you are In the depth of the night Where your hunger residesNo One Will Know
No one will know What you dream No one will know Except for me
Searching I find You here on the floor I lay myself down Beside you feel unsure Love is made of flesh Show me where you sleep In the depth of the night Where your hunger resides.
No one will know What you dream No one will know Except for me
| Hi, I’m from NZ. I really enjoy writing songs and I am a prolific lyric writer but I can never write enough music to fit all my words into! I normally just leave them sandwiched between the pages of the notebook I wrote them in for lack of chords to match. But I rather like them all the same for their abstract quality so I am going to start posting the overflow here when I have time. Mostly my lyrics are just open ended imagery I dig out of my subconscious mind unfiltered after being inspired by some fleeting thing I forget about later and often I am not sure exactly what they mean either. But I always enjoy hearing what other people think they mean since their version is always way more inspiring than my interpretation! I am also interested in photography and art and occasionally get creative with a camera or paintbrush (either the digital or hairy variety). |
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proud owner of the Flying Goofball
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* Oil on canvas paintings, pastel and pencil drawings - Art Gallery by Suzana Stojanović
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come spend some time at #The-Comedy-Store
Liz
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"Through my eyes I see Art in Nature which I transform into Nature in Art."
.. so welcome and my advice is, "Beware: this is addictive!"
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"Through my eyes I see Art in Nature which I transform into Nature in Art."
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"Through my eyes I see Art in Nature which I transform into Nature in Art."
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