Friday, 16 May 2014

Eternal love

Antonio Corradini - Modesty

Heaven, it seems so close when you're by my side
When we're together it's paradise
There's nothing in this world that brings me greater joy
As when I look into your eyes

I never wanted anyone so much before

I call you up just so I could hear your voice
Your laughter is music to my ears
Your gentle touch sends shivers down my spine
My passion soars when you are near

My love for you grows stronger day by day
My heart belongs to you, believe me when I say

My life means nothing without you
I feel such joy when we're together
With all my heart I cherish you
I want to make you mine forever my love

To kiss your tender lips and feel your warm embrace
When you're upset, to make you smile
To whisper in your ear and take you by the hand
I'd travel for one million miles

The thought of losing you is just too much to bear
Just hear these words and you will see how much I care

My life means nothing without you
I feel such joy when we're together
With all my heart I cherish you
I want to make you mine forever my love

My life means nothing without you
I feel such joy when we're together
With all my heart I cherish you
I want to make you mine forever my love

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Lady of the lake

William Russel Flint: Lady of the lake

There's a magical sound slidin' over the ground
Makin' it shiver and shake
And a permanent cry fallin' out of the sky
Slippery and sly like a snake

With a delicate move kind of shifty and smooth
A shadow has covered the light
Then a beam in the shade from a silvery blade
Has shattered the edge of the night

I know she waits below
Only to rise on command
When she comes for me
She's got my life in her hands

When a movement behind hit the side of my mind
I trembled and shook it away
Then another assault and I started to faulter
Fibres of steel turned to clay

With a bubbly turn now the water should churn
And push it way from the core
And a lady in white will bring sun to the night
Brighter than ever before

I know she waits below
Only to rise on command
When she comes for me
She's got my life in her hands
Lady of the lake

There's a magical sound slidin' over the ground
Makin' it shiver and shake
And a permanent cry fallin' out of the sky
Slippery and sly like a snake

With a delicate move kind of shifty and smooth
A shadow has covered the light
Then a beam in the shade from a slivery blade
Has shattered the edge of the night

Straight down I'm swirling around
Blinded and bruised by the strain
There must be some way to see
Diamonds out of the rain

I know she waits below
Only to rise on command
When she comes for me
She's got my life in her hands
Lady of the lake


Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Exiled

Briton Rivière: Requiescat

I must leave from fear they send
Journey with the dawn
As I take the winding road
Bow my head forlorn, now I must go

I'm banished in exile
I wander this land
No faith in the future
I'm in their command

Cross over the mountains
And valleys so wide
I walk as I wander
With hope by my side

All my friends are far away
How I miss my home
Where do I find peace of mind
Guide me as I roam, I cry for you

I'm banished in exile
To meet their demand
Rejected messiah
They don't understand

I'm searching for something
That's lost in my heart
God knows I'm a sinner
I'm falling apart

If this is my destiny
I've got to believe
The passion inside me
Has left me to bleed

I'm banished in exile
I wander this land
No faith in my future
I'm in their command

Cross over the mountains
And valleys so wide
I walk as I wander
With hope by my side

If this is my destiny
I've got to believe
This passion inside of me
Has left me to bleed, oh


Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Let go!

Edward Matthew Hale: Psyche At The Throne Of Venus

In the darkest hour, tangled in despair
I looked around and I was dreaming
I walk the border of the other side
And all the time I heard a screaming

Let go... let go!
If you want to get back to the place you were at... let go!
Let go... let go!
If you tear at your heart
It will rip you apart... let go!

And in the mirror I saw a shining light
It beckoned me with distant hunger
A rage that's burning, consumed by itself
I couldn't stop it now or never

Let go... let go!
If you want to get back to the place you were at... let go!
Let go... let go!
Well he laughts at your pain
You've got nothing to gain... let go!

And when I woke up, I had a gun in my hand
I just can't do it, I want this dream to end

Let go... let go!
If you want to get back to the place you were at... let go!
Let go... let go!
If you tear at your heart
It will rip you apart... let go!

Let go... let go!
If you want to get back to the place you were at... let go!
Let go... let go!
Well he laughts at your pain
You've got nothing to gain... let go!

Let go... let go!
If you open your mind
See what you find... let go!


Friday, 18 April 2014

Stigmata

Pierre-Paul Prud'hon: Crucifixion

Lord erase my soul and take me
I am the sorrow taste me
I am the son embrace me
I am the dawn you stigmatize...

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Sirens

Edward Matthew Hale: The Sirens

   The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary, 
The sea is restless and uneasy; 
Thou seekest quiet, thou art weary, 
Wandering thou knowest not whither;— 
Our little isle is green and breezy, 
Come and rest thee! Oh come hither, 
Come to this peaceful home of ours, 
      Where evermore 
The low west-wind creeps panting up the shore 
To be at rest among the flowers; 
Full of rest, the green moss lifts, 
   As the dark waves of the sea 
Draw in and out of rocky rifts, 
   Calling solemnly to thee 
With voices deep and hollow,— 
      "To the shore 
   Follow! Oh, follow! 
   To be at rest forevermore! 
         Forevermore!" 

Look how the gray old Ocean 
From the depth of his heart rejoices, 
Heaving with a gentle motion, 
When he hears our restful voices; 
List how he sings in an undertone, 
Chiming with our melody; 
And all sweet sounds of earth and air 
Melt into one low voice alone, 
That murmurs over the weary sea, 
And seems to sing from everywhere,— 
"Here mayst thou harbor peacefully, 
Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar; 
   Turn thy curvĂ«d prow ashore, 
And in our green isle rest forevermore! 
         Forevermore!" 
And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill, 
   And, to her heart so calm and deep, 
   Murmurs over in her sleep, 
Doubtfully pausing and murmuring still, 
         "Evermore!" 
      Thus, on Life's weary sea, 
      Heareth the marinere 
      Voices sweet, from far and near, 
      Ever singing low and clear, 
      Ever singing longingly. 

   It is not better here to be, 
Than to be toiling late and soon? 
In the dreary night to see 
Nothing but the blood-red moon 
Go up and down into the sea; 
Or, in the loneliness of day, 
   To see the still seals only 
Solemnly lift their faces gray, 
   Making it yet more lonely? 
Is it not better than to hear 
Only the sliding of the wave 
Beneath the plank, and feel so near 
A cold and lonely grave, 
A restless grave, where thou shalt lie 
Even in death unquietly? 
Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark, 
   Lean over the side and see 
The leaden eye of the sidelong shark
      UpturnĂ«d patiently, 
   Ever waiting there for thee: 
Look down and see those shapeless forms, 
   Which ever keep their dreamless sleep 
   Far down within the gloomy deep, 
And only stir themselves in storms, 
Rising like islands from beneath, 
And snorting through the angry spray, 
As the frail vessel perisheth 
In the whirls of their unwieldy play; 
   Look down! Look down! 
Upon the seaweed, slimy and dark, 
That waves its arms so lank and brown, 
      Beckoning for thee! 
Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark 
      Into the cold depth of the sea! 
   Look down! Look down! 
      Thus, on Life's lonely sea, 
      Heareth the marinere 
      Voices sad, from far and near, 
      Ever singing full of fear, 
      Ever singing dreadfully. 

   Here all is pleasant as a dream; 
The wind scarce shaketh down the dew, 
The green grass floweth like a stream 
         Into the ocean's blue; 
            Listen! Oh, listen! 
Here is a gush of many streams, 
   A song of many birds, 
And every wish and longing seems 
Lulled to a numbered flow of words,— 
            Listen! Oh, listen! 
Here ever hum the golden bees 
Underneath full-blossomed trees, 
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned;— 
So smooth the sand, the yellow sand, 
That thy keel will not grate as it touches the land; 
All around with a slumberous sound, 
The singing waves slide up the strand, 
And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be 
The waters gurgle longingly, 
As if they fain would seek the shore, 
To be at rest from the ceaseless roar, 
To be at rest forevermore,— 
         Forevermore. 
      Thus, on Life's gloomy sea, 
      Heareth the marinere 
      Voices sweet, from far and near, 
      Ever singing in his ear, 
      "Here is rest and peace for thee!"

(The Sirens - by James Russell Lowell)

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

The meaning of forever

William Russel Flint: The beautiful and unmerciful daughter of the king

Time's not what I am told it is
More pain and suffering, it gives
It's one more thing among all I cannot weather
This game nobody ever won
And it's so useless to dream on
For nothing stands in the meaning of forever

Been spending most of this life with ease
Mating my heartaches with your needs
But even paired souls are condemned to dissever

When the days were washed up by the color of your eyes
All these feelings went away
And I meant it when I said I wish that you could stay
Till forever and a day

And life's not what I'm told it is
The more I share the less it brings
A way to Eden that crawls you through the never
Is there a need to share a home
Or just the fear of being alone
Sweet lies define the meaning of forever

When the days were washed up by the color of your eyes
All these feelings went away
And I meant it when I said I wish that you could stay
Till forever and a day

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

The Progress of Spring

Charles Daniel Ward: The Progress of Spring

The Progress of Spring
by Lord Alfred Tennyson

The groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,
Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea,
Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop cold
That trembles not to kisses of the bee:
Come Spring, for now from all the dripping eaves
The spear of ice has wept itself away,
And hour by hour unfolding woodbine leaves
O'er his uncertain shadow droops the day.
She comes! The loosen'd rivulets run;
The frost-bead melts upon her golden hair;
Her mantle, slowly greening in the Sun,
Now wraps her close, now arching leaves her bar
To breaths of balmier air;
Up leaps the lark, gone wild to welcome her,
About her glance the tits, and shriek the jays,
Before her skims the jubilant woodpecker,
The linnet's bosom blushes at her gaze,
While round her brows a woodland culver flits,
Watching her large light eyes and gracious looks,
And in her open palm a halcyon sits
Patient--the secret splendour of the brooks.
Come Spring! She comes on waste and wood,
On farm and field: but enter also here,
Diffuse thyself at will thro' all my blood,
And, tho' thy violet sicken into sere,
Lodge with me all the year!

Once more a downy drift against the brakes,
Self-darken'd in the sky, descending slow!
But gladly see I thro' the wavering flakes
Yon blanching apricot like snow in snow.
These will thine eyes not brook in forest-paths,
On their perpetual pine, nor round the beech;
They fuse themselves to little spicy baths,
Solved in the tender blushes of the peach;
They lose themselves and die
On that new life that gems the hawthorn line;
Thy gay lent-lilies wave and put them by,
And out once more in varnish'd glory shine
Thy stars of celandine.

She floats across the hamlet. Heaven lours,
But in the tearful splendour of her smiles
I see the slowl-thickening chestnut towers
Fill out the spaces by the barren tiles.
Now past her feet the swallow circling flies,
A clamorous cuckoo stoops to meet her hand;
Her light makes rainbows in my closing eyes,
I hear a charm of song thro' all the land.
Come, Spring! She comes, and Earth is glad
To roll her North below thy deepening dome,
But ere thy maiden birk be wholly clad,
And these low bushes dip their twigs in foam,
Make all true hearths thy home.

Across my garden! and the thicket stirs,
The fountain pulses high in sunnier jets,
The blackcap warbles, and the turtle purrs,
The starling claps his tiny castanets.
Still round her forehead wheels the woodland dove,
And scatters on her throat the sparks of dew,
The kingcup fills her footprint, and above
Broaden the glowing isles of vernal blue.
Hail ample presence of a Queen,
Bountiful, beautiful, apparell'd gay,
Whose mantle, every shade of glancing green,
Flies back in fragrant breezes to display
A tunic white as May!

She whispers, 'From the South I bring you balm,
For on a tropic mountain was I born,
While some dark dweller by the coco-palm
Watch'd my far meadow zoned with airy morn;
From under rose a muffled moan of floods;
I sat beneath a solitude of snow;
There no one came, the turf was fresh, the woods
Plunged gulf on gulf thro' all their vales below
I saw beyond their silent tops
The steaming marshes of the scarlet cranes,
The slant seas leaning oll the mangrove copse,
And summer basking in the sultry plains
About a land of canes;

'Then from my vapour-girdle soaring forth
I scaled the buoyant highway of the birds,
And drank the dews and drizzle of the North,
That I might mix with men, and hear their words
On pathway'd plains; for--while my hand exults
Within the bloodless heart of lowly flowers
To work old laws of Love to fresh results,
Thro' manifold effect of simple powers--
I too would teach the man
Beyond the darker hour to see the bright,
That his fresh life may close as it began,
The still-fulfilling promise of a light
Narrowing the bounds of night.'

So wed thee with my soul, that I may mark
The coming year's great good and varied ills,
And new developments, whatever spark
Be struck from out the clash of warring wills;
Or whether, since our nature cannot rest,
The smoke of war's volcano burst again
From hoary deeps that belt the changeful West,
Old Empires, dwellings of the kings of men;
Or should those fail, that hold the helm,
While the long day of knowledge grows and warms,
And in the heart of this most ancient realm
A hateful voice be utter'd, and alarms
Sounding 'To arms! to arms!'

A simpler, saner lesson might he learn
Who reads thy gradual process, Holy Spring.
Thy leaves possess the season in their turn,
And in their time thy warblers rise on wing.
How surely glidest thou from March to May,
And changest, breathing it, the sullen wind,
Thy scope of operation, day by day,
Larger and fuller, like the human mind '
Thy warmths from bud to bud
Accomplish that blind model in the seed,
And men have hopes, which race the restless blood
That after many changes may succeed
Life, which is Life indeed.

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Frozen Rainbow

J.E. Millais: Blind Girl

Far below the valleys, hidden deep beneath the snow
There you'll find the secret of the frozen rainbow
The first of all the ages, lies hidden 'neath the ice
The one who finds the secret holds the power to all life

Father told me stories many years ago
Stories of the rainbow, hidden deep beneath the snow
He searched through all his lifetime, but that was not to be
I'll find the frozen rainbow and set the spirit free

I'll find the rainbow, frozen rainbow
I'll find the rainbow, frozen rainbow

So now I find the rainbow as it was meant to be
My search will soon be over, the secret clear to me
I look into the colors to find the hidden truth
And after all the ages, I'll set the spirit free

I'll find the rainbow, frozen rainbow
I'll find the rainbow, frozen rainbow