Friday, 26 August 2011
The Museum of Broken Relationships
Originating in Croatia, this exhibition holds the trinkets and treasures of the international break-up scene. The objects that people have decided to keep are, at times, comical (this dishevelled looking gnome, par exemple) and at others, tragic (the wedding dress.Ouch) Such is life.
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Thursday, 25 August 2011
FUCKED UP
David comes to Life
This song intrigues me with its incomprehensible lyrics but just sit back and listen and let it reverberate..
This song intrigues me with its incomprehensible lyrics but just sit back and listen and let it reverberate..
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
light steps
Darkness and light
the two sides I know
When one appears
the other hides
beneath a soul stripped of breath
darkness comes and overrides
As mind's shine comes into play
so too does the light of day
The heart swept under a dark carpet
forgotten by the house I am in
It's hard to see with a thick veil
but you don't have to see to see in
the two sides I know
When one appears
the other hides
beneath a soul stripped of breath
darkness comes and overrides
As mind's shine comes into play
so too does the light of day
The heart swept under a dark carpet
forgotten by the house I am in
It's hard to see with a thick veil
but you don't have to see to see in
Under a lake
A glistening lake
squeezes out sorrow
in a salutory ritual
I can't bring myself to perform
It's surface calms me
because others don't
it's coolness shades me
from the heat of pain
wash over me and take me
with you
to the stony underworld
your valleys made
So I can carve into the rock
because that is all I really am
squeezes out sorrow
in a salutory ritual
I can't bring myself to perform
It's surface calms me
because others don't
it's coolness shades me
from the heat of pain
wash over me and take me
with you
to the stony underworld
your valleys made
So I can carve into the rock
because that is all I really am
My right hand
My right hand sketches
the semblance of a soul
marred by the loss of you
It feigns awareness and ease of pen
because it has nothing else to do
It's momentarily detached from pain
and traces letters in the sun
whilst undertones of timorousness
betray the outer pretence of fun
My right hand knows nothing of it's owner
for numbness was essential for its survival
like a child or an adult loner
who tries to overcome a heart that crumbled
the semblance of a soul
marred by the loss of you
It feigns awareness and ease of pen
because it has nothing else to do
It's momentarily detached from pain
and traces letters in the sun
whilst undertones of timorousness
betray the outer pretence of fun
My right hand knows nothing of it's owner
for numbness was essential for its survival
like a child or an adult loner
who tries to overcome a heart that crumbled
Our time
Our time, your time, our time apart,
let's breathe and trust instead of fight
Like truth, I look within a heart
so full of broken glass and trite
My time, your time, our time away
let's make the change in the light of day
Like man, I'm woman and you are dark,
I want to know I can make my mark
let's breathe and trust instead of fight
Like truth, I look within a heart
so full of broken glass and trite
My time, your time, our time away
let's make the change in the light of day
Like man, I'm woman and you are dark,
I want to know I can make my mark
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