No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

-James Joyce-

Sabtu, 12 Oktober 2013

My Lady Won


My Lady Won

Throw away thine crown, leave the speaker on his knees
My strength crumbling on thine sight
I’m breathing ashes, choked by my worthless word

Foolish vow between the summer chant
our desperate soul sang the song those memories couldn’t hear
my blue cannot recall those bright red
red glance and feeling blue
red and blue, my fear finally shown

Only if ye see, dead man cannot burry the corpse
Dead man lay flowers on his funeral
Heart cannot burry the heart
Dead man cannot plant the good heart
Death steal my body, my soul, my mind, my heart, but not my existence

O what I miss that friend before the strange man
What I miss those band before we holding hand
O what I wish…

Come as nobody, came foreign lady
Meet me on the hill, shone beneath the sky
Lend me your love and bounce me high
Lend me your body and I believe in grace
Lend me your soul and I believe in gift
Lend me your life and I believe in God

I swallowed no harm
I swallowed no harm
I swallowed no harm
I see ye lurk

As ye missing in the crowd
As ye  colder in  the night
As my belly become greeder
As our feet lose its prop
I see the smile in thine corner lips
Ye saw my sin, I saw thine
My prejudice and judgements would be come in droves
Did I know ye, did ye know I
Is this I, is this all men

I learn more from my glory, instead of my grief
Some has lover, some has friends, some has child and blood, some are lover, some are friends, some are child and blood, I have this  poem
Filled my blood toward my head its about to burst
And the rest my lady, blowing in the wind, blowing in the wind my lady
O my lady, as ye become the new chanter for my follower
Whoever would become my follower, my lady, ye sing the song we sang
Vows after vows, we’re the human being, flesh and bones we’re all the deceiver, claimed as a lover, my lady a lover, I’m a lover, they’re a lover
I see ye lurk

The cloud cover the strange island, no one dive in the sea
This son’s Father already  gone, carry no arm walking on his toes
Stand on the edge of the porch, the house ready ruin back to the ground
rain down above the field, the beast spied through the trees, ready grap on my way run
 The lighthouse man said,  “I’m giving up trust”
(Let the ship sinking in my astray faith)

My lady laugh, “carry on son, carry on”
He said, “open your heart, open your heart for Me son”

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