Rippingyarns
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I don't mind does it matter much to me how? I don't mind does it matter much to me how? I don't mind please don't leave your shadow on the floor I'll be alright does it matter much to me why? I don't mind does it matter much to me why? I don't mind Its for me a little inconvenient but I'll be alright I don't mind does it matter much to me how? I don't mind it don't make no difference I don't mind you see, you're only rubbing salt on my open wounds it'll only take awhile to be alright I don't mind Motorbykle (kingencleugh) we barely survive the abuses we inflict upon ourselves we never mean to be unkind the colors leave us blind we get what we deserve we pay for what we get here is the game and here is the cycle while I ride my motorbykle Ride we brave the accusations & stand on burning bridges blame it all on weakness & crucify our innocence & we get what we deserve & we pay for what we get here is the game and here is the cycle while I ride my motorbykle now we have come to our hi-ways' end run along now & carry on & embrace the changes sanctify this distance we're certified experienced to do it all again but we get what we deserve & we pay for what we get here is the game and here is the cycle while I ride my motorbykle Ride U & I (February 22, 1994, Jorge Bocobo, Ermita Manila) on the island of my senses U have lost your shape the shadow of leaves fallen a bed of limbs in stalemate a crash of muted waves in diminishing dimension but last night in black & white a dream of lovers' eyes a song on an old phonograph a moving photograph of U & I sometimes in the dusk when the sky bleeds certain shades the color in between us is the sky that binds us never-ending you begin on & on & on I only know U are for real but last night in black & white a dream of lovers' eyes a song on an old phonograph a moving photograph of U & I Knowing there is Only Now here we stand we know it will always be everything & nothing between us but space & silence to begin with tell me how it is to love & live & be no promises knowing there is only now knowing there is only now as we walk away out the door welcome back reality don't forget we smile knowing there is only now tell me how it is to love & live & be no promises knowing there is only now Walk down the Road (Jorge Bocobo, Ermita Manila) walked the streets today mindless of the way I argued with my feet wanted to go this way but went that way fate had me in its grip & by chance & grace both I wonder why I suddenly looked up & in your deep, deep eyes saw the Smile of all Smiles in my naked wanderings I thought I heard you whisper my name there you are soft and slumbered and cradled in her arms well I try to understand why you set me free was it love or insecurity you let me be I walk down the road, I look up at the sky now I know why now I know why reasoning has conquered me I can't and won't deny the fact my heart beats a special drummm only for you but I'm glad to be on my own I have never been this free from all suspicion and the pain grown year upon year give me space give me time don't lose yourself in any one water rushes down my back down the water runs walking in the rain then seemed beyond conception I've never been so alive so much in love with life and from the gray, gray sky fell the Tear of all Tears Intertwyne (September 2, 1998) me & you whispering of ripplewind & faerie wing me & you undaunted by our joyful scarring me & you of twisting fates in corridors of time silence is the firethat speaks to us in tongues what is tomorrow it may never come what is yesterday is now done we always were we always will we always are we always intertwine me & you finally beholden grace in our eyes in our hands unfolding space Fly (Jorge Bocobo, Ermita Manila) when our hearts met we knew we were restless as two could be we rapt in a frenzied fire- you and me fly, we want to fly so sensational fly, we want to fly we want to be original love blushed red my cheek it seemed we would never end when your fancy declined there was nothing to make you stay why you want to fly so sensational fly, you want to fly you're a fool now a hundred years pass and we master the game of love we get straight 'A's for heartlessness medallions for restraint fly, you want to fly so sensational fly, you want to fly you're a fool you are Daisy Chain (June 24,1998) must you seize my world by storm have me dangle on a wind weave a heady cloud on a silent string of pearls must you seize my world by storm must you wring my heartsong dry on a tender recklessness to crown your moment do you need somebody do you need a someone who will make your sunset last forever who will daisy chain you in the summer must you seize my world by storm with a flawless cleave of hand run your fingers through the water of my hair must you seize my world by storm stake your claim upon the heavens cast a mercy smile for this daisy on a chain Owner of the Sky (Jorge Bocobo, Ermita Manila) time and time again we tread upon the dusty earth we bed in search for the Owner of the Sky must I? I must! I say age upon age, say I, exalt in the search for the Owner of the Sky I see sky, you see the sky from end to end sees I, you see I be now as I be then life after life I be borne upon the dusty path lay your head on the weary rock in search for in search for the Owner of the Sky I see sky, you see the sky from end to end sees I, you see, I be now as I be then The Weather Report the weather reports gray today I look out my window rain falls it is no surprise then why why I'm feeling hung no wonder why the weather reports snow today look out my window is it true? it's no surprise then why why I'm feeling hung no wonder why the weather reports stormy weather look me in the eye its true what they say! its no surprise then why why I'm feeling hung no wonder why the weather report is on TV whatever the weather I will pray for blue skies and sunny days for good things to come my way chase those clouds away good things will come my way the weather reports the weather report whatever the weather the weather report The Flowers of Youth (poetry © Tita Lacambra-Ayala, music © Cynthia Alexander , September 1998) The Flowers of Youth are growing brown around your garden the leaves fall and the buds grow tight, no longer unfold Bridges lose their bearings and rivers catch them falling the splintered wood float like so many boats drifting Things decay, strength is forgotten in the face of weakness loneliness conquers even the memory of brighter hours Soon your face will be a small photograph almost like a stamp on a very important letter that I mailed to someone very far away Frost & Glass (Wellington, New Zealand, 2000) bloomingbirds fall from this tree where flower seasons pass sweetlip & petalwing now slain upon the grass frost & glass frost & broken glass barefoot on the splinters of your heart of frost & glass loveblind & rippingyarns a-slither on the vine SnowKing, with your thorny eyes my happiness conspires frost & glass frost & broken glass barefoot on the splinters of your heart of frost & glass Rainday (September 12, 1998) Between breaths on a rainday by smoky pane you'll find me your eyes are diamonds carving images on the glass on a rainday a shard of breaking light on a rainday summer comes alive on a rainday a fading blur of colors streaming down my face Between breaths on a rainday silver beads and eloquence draped on a web by my window for everything a reason on a rainday a shard of breaking light on a rainday summer comes alive on a rainday forever you will see on a rainday for everything a reason on a rainday a fading blur of colors streaming down my face cast upon the fates for everything a reason for everything a reason
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