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If you're reading this, a certain Korean has entrusted you with something that she doesn't hand over to everybody- several fragments of her soul. Be gentle, be blessed.
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Deeper Shade of Blue
Everything has meaning; all is what it means to you.
I don’t understand why nobody sees
The deeper shade of blue.
Nothing’s ever quite so simple.
Three seconds to a billion years, fate’s timer to go off.
I don’t understand where your soul has gone,
And holds your heart aloft.
Beauty knows no bounds.
Fallen angel, wings were torn away.
Now on the edge of last resorts, hear what I have to say.
Listen to that one small breath between the night and day.
When the purple sunset fades to dark, you ask which is more beautiful.
Even the laughter’s melancholy, for all the sides you see.
I don’t understand why you’ve given up
All the people you can be.
Reality to haze.
Ripped from one world to the next, all of it surreal.
I don’t understand where you belong,
Coats of thought blocks start to peel.
Swirling colors drain to void.
Fallen angel, wings were torn away.
Now in the gaze of nothingness, hear what I have to say.
Listen to that one small breath between the night and day.
As true poets weep and bleed their words, you ask which is more agony.
Some fire can burn the guilty mind, provoked out of it’s hiding.
I don’t understand the thoughtless stuff:
Just whose time are you biding?
The stars are trading places.
Sometimes teddy bears heal all wounds; sometimes it takes so much more.
I don’t understand just who you are,
All the times you loved but tore.
You never know for sure.
Fallen angel, wings were torn away.
Now drinking the flow of deep abyss, hear what I have to say.
Listen to that one small breath between the night and day.
As water courses and flame embraces, you ask which life is older.
Treacherous play lead to fading: a warrior on his own spear.
I don’t understand how you survive:
Without all the evenings of fear.
Mirrors are true tragedy.
Few eyes see through true falseness.
Thoughts will sometimes beat you senseless.
Innocence is fleeting; things can be complex or defenseless.
The fallen one can walk again, and you know more than I.
Fallen angel, wings were torn away. But anything can heal with faith. |
Posted: 11:18 PM, Tuesday, December 19, 2000 |
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