Omerta

fly me to the moon
let me play among the stars
let me see how spring is like on
jupiter and mars
in other words
hold my hand
in other words
baby kiss me

fill my heart with song
and let me sing forever more
you are all i long for
all i woship and adore
in other words
please be true
in other words
i love you

in other words
i
love
you

people tell me
they dont think i care
people tell me
sometimes i seem so distant
people tell me
sometimes i appear to be indifferent
some attribute it
to a steadiness of heart
and peace of mind
others
say its a coldness
a lack of love
a lack of concern
i wonder what it is
i wonder if what they say is true
am i really that
emotionless
so calm
so cold
as to weather storms
as if though they were breezes
or is it some childish
fantasy
that i entertain myself
i wonder
people say i look
unfriendly too
people say i often appear distant
that i look hostile
even
offensive
like a snake poised to strike
i wonder if thats true
or is it another delusion
am i shy?
or am i hostile?

mel set me thinking
the world has but two emotions
love
and
hate
both strong
powerful
giving those who feel it
strength
but which is better
are they equal
or does sweet love give more drive
than cruel hate
yeah
hate takes away your soul
in return for raw power
love weakens your senses
in return for pretty ideals

im tired
i feel no fear
i feel no pain
i feel no joy
things that were once beautiful
have dulled
things that were once exciting
have lost its charm
when eager anticipation
turns to a melancholy nonchalance
when pure fellowship
turns to artificial humour
how then
shall i stand

i wonder if im soliciting pity again
just like those days of old
then again
pity matters not to me anymore
i just need a platform for expression
perhaps i shall do away with the tagboard
leaving me
more alone
which is a good thing
after all
forget it

i move on fast
thats embarrassing
im always looking for something new
something exciting
something fascinating
something that please me
and that ive never tried before
something sweet
something charming
something coquettish
even

fullback
standing deep
waiting for the kick
his wingers moving forward
positioning for a counter attack
while the burden of defence
lies solely on him
he calls for the wingers to fall back
but they cant hear
or at least they pretend not to
so he hangs back
waiting for that kick
waiting for that break
for him to tackle
or miss.

i want you sugar

posted by S @ Monday, May 17, 2004