Sparrows'

Bout: Its fucking difficult to like som1, and knowing its impossible to have anything with her; but still one dreams

Fog, fog, dark thick smog,
So much effort to swim,
To your lighthouse, to my dream.

What hides behind your smile?
What light plays in your eye?
What does your honeyed tongue really speak?

I have fallen, yes fallen,
Or maybe risen, yes risen,
Into sweet myth; love.

Know not if you mirror, or you mock,
If you want a medal, or a heart.

You,
Tell me that your worlds held inside me, with your eyes,
Tell me that you're bey'nd scope, interest; with your words.

There is a sparrow at my window,
He tells me he wants to soar like the eagle,
To glide like the hawk,
I tell him, little sparrow,
Thine hearts' too great for thine being;
Shed ornated dreams and twitter around my house,
Twitter around my house.

My friend told me, young man,
Thine hearts' too great for thine being;
Shed ornated dreams and look to another
look to another.

Your lips speak one thing,
Your eyes another.
Your tones whisper of great expectations,
Your words deny all.

I am a fool, for I do love,
The Eagle and the Hawk,
Her flight does inspire my little wings,
To beat to float in the skies,
Yet her calls mock.

To fly to the sky,
tis self annialation, yes, yes!
but stop myself i cannot.

Easier To Run

Easy, yes it now seems,
To sit, to smile, talk,
Broken the ice,
But icebergs' ahead...

Plays' a tune inside,
Your eyes, words and scent.
Makes each effort to cut the 'berg harder,
To risk the melody? I dare not.

Floating higher, spinning deeper,
Smashing ice, and iceberg grows.

How to show, show
Animations of mind, of richen fantasy
of sweeten dreams, and dewy eyes

A content song, throaty hum,
My wish does sing.
All games...impossible,
the guise, tricks and plays forgotten.

The answer I know inside:
No, no, no a thousand times no;
Yet still questions aches to depart,why? why?

Ice will melt,
And the berg grow,
This I know:
A coward I am...to complacency i have knelt.

Bout:
How difficult it is to convey to sum1 that u like them. Further more the friendship (ice) grows almost at the expense of the delcaration of attraction (iceberg) and as shown by the two metaphors...the two relationships are almost the same thing.
The narrator knows his quest is impossible, yet he still feels obliged to tell the person hes attracted to that he likes him.
Each day makes it harder to be a lover rather than a friend; and finally the narrator forfiets the will to tell her that he likes her

Loosing Ground

A lot of emotions,
Held inside for long,
Dusty, rusty and clunky.

A nice little cage, for myself I had built,
Nice little shelter from the rain and hail,
With a sweaty back and aching arms,
Myself I had placed brick upon brick.

People huffed, they puffed and blow it down did not,
They screamed, they cursed, they punched, they munched...

Mighty one, nessecary is it to live with the heart?
It bled! Bled with every beat;
It sucked and pumped all of life from within,
Turning blood from blue to red,
With accomplice lung in hand,
Both slaughtered all light.


Built a prison for these I did,
With calloused walls, and iron bars,
...All damage stopped.

But O' Lord, escaped they have.
Conspired with one another,
And enlisted the aid of a most fascinating assasin,
Thick brown locks, and almond eyes,
With Shining light inside,
Inspiring the murders to revigor their efforts.

O' Great one, killing me they are,
The enthralling one, armed with her words,
A couth grace, and crushing smile...
with her allies.
They let me not breathe in peace,
They let me not think...
With every new beat, I am forced to greet,
The ache; renewed.

O' king of kings, aid me in emancipation,
Control the flutters of the heart,
And loss of breath in the lungs;

Abolish the fantastic effect, of the sight,
the smell, the sweet sweet smell,
The sensation of sound, the memory of taste.

Mighty Lord, the garrison begins to crumble,
The villans' freed, and enemy at the door,
With terrible weapons, and mortifying armies.
and loosing I am
yes loosing
...delving into her