tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80411755003848650292024-03-12T18:14:02.388-07:00Desert Eagle.desert flight.Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-77607699290789716632011-03-01T17:50:00.000-08:002011-03-01T17:54:27.641-08:00Gustavo Santaolalla ♫ Iguazu<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As the sun began to sink on the skyline, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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we drove ourselves to the shore and <o:p></o:p></div>
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dug our feet into cold sand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The warm winds kissed <o:p></o:p></div>
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our faces and reminded us <o:p></o:p></div>
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the lips long forgotten.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We may never have spoken <o:p></o:p></div>
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to each other this way before, <o:p></o:p></div>
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we may never speak this way again. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Spoke to each other in silence.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Spoke in song of these waves <o:p></o:p></div>
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rising and rolling. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This sea feels alive. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A creature, <o:p></o:p></div>
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breathing, <o:p></o:p></div>
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in the inky darkness. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Inhaling and exhaling as <o:p></o:p></div>
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tide rises and falls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The breath of this cold night down my back, <o:p></o:p></div>
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I hold still and do not shiver <o:p></o:p></div>
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so as not to ruin the poetry of this moment. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In the shades of the setting sun, <o:p></o:p></div>
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playing games and hiding <o:p></o:p></div>
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behind statues and trees.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We hid ourselves so <o:p></o:p></div>
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we could find each other. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In the shades of sunset & night,<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the shades of trees and statues, <o:p></o:p></div>
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we found each other. <o:p></o:p></div>
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we found peace. <o:p></o:p></div>
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if only for the moment. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And we spoke in silence.</div>
</span>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-76131742627188852472011-02-22T07:52:00.000-08:002011-02-22T07:52:37.299-08:00Pretty Lights ♫ Last PassengerGod-given.<br />
<br />
"Obey the impulse,"<br />
he said.<br />
& now impulse<br />
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now, it pulse</div>
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pulse</div>
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pulses through me.</div>
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<br /></div>
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They tell me I have a gift.</div>
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God gave me a box, </div>
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wrapped it in obedience</div>
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& when I opened it,</div>
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there lay a pen.</div>
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my emblem of impulse.</div>
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<br /></div>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-61711800216445943582011-01-19T12:05:00.001-08:002011-01-19T12:06:51.690-08:00Alien Ant Farm ♫ AttitudeThe seasons must be women. Winter doesn’t want anything to
live, refuses beauty and contradicts herself with snow and crystals the next
morning. She must have loved someone and turned bitter. Seasons have a short
lifespan so Spring says to herself, “I will be as beautiful as I can while I
can.” She is the beauty everyone wants, but a short lived pinnacle. Autumn is a
down-tempered winter. She is a wounded maiden. Leaves fall instead of water.
There is no difference. Summer drags her feet and lets the heat do crazy things
to youth. She is a tired mother. Making people work and sweat as she does.<br />
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It’s February and it’s warm outside. I feel spring yearning
to free herself. Today felt like rain. But when I walked out the door I felt
the most beautiful, most tender wind brushing my cheeks. Like God taking my
face in his hands and saying everything was fine. So, I let it be. It’s funny
how the weather can play with a person’s mind. Clouds change color and so do
people. </div>
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In all honesty, though. I love rain. I don’t understand it
and I love it. I don’t understand most things that I love actually. My family
included. We just are. We exist together. We don’t coexist, we inter-exist. I
don’t understand why most people don’t find the rain beautiful, just
depressing. I find it powerful. </div>
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This balcony is my sanctuary. I folded my arms to rest them
on the ledge before me. I let myself rest there, let go of everything, let the
wind hold me and all my cares. I actually let myself rest and watched the
ripples in the pond before me. It’s still maddening how much everything about
my own neighborhood reminds me of you. It’s not right. This should be my place.
And then I think, it is, because this is the only place I can actually relax.
But then, that’s how it used to be with you too. I don’t know if I was ever
able to fulfill the same role for you. But, it was hard for me to lose my
comfort zone. </div>
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I remember when we climbed over the fence by the pond. It’s
the little things that clear my mind. It’s the little things that fill it up
again. The little ripples the wind makes make me feel like I’m in a different
year. I remember when we tore down the ‘no trespassing sign’ and took the
little boat for a spin. It’s supposed to be for show and there it is. Still.
Even the ripples reminded me of you. Reminded me of the boat on water. </div>
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One breeze I can handle. One ripple is okay. So I think as I
turn and make my way to the door. Then I remember summer and I remember us
under the deck by the pool. I remember these things. I remember what you wore.
I remember everything and I wonder does the wind touch you as deeply as it does
me. Does it remove you from the setting and force you into the arms of summer?</div>
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Humans have instinct bound to nature. They must because
otherwise the unreality of a raindrop on my arm is striking me as inevitable. I
touch my face to make sure it’s not a tear. It’s not mine. But, it might as
well be. It belongs to a new sky. One that I did not know with you. The world
has turned and brought me a piece of the sky that understands me. It belongs to
a sky heavy with anticipation and emotion. This is her release.</div>
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& Now I remember what I told you underneath and umbrella
of rain, “Nothing can grow without release.”<br />
<br />
(a revised oldie)</div>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-80152316811548965742010-12-25T21:36:00.000-08:002010-12-25T21:36:10.299-08:00Clint Mansell ♫ Stay With Me<br />
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“Let the ash bear witness”</div>
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It never bothered me that you smoke.</div>
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I just hated that you were slowly suffocating yourself. </div>
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It could be our fear-filled bond,</div>
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You breathe it out,</div>
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I breathe it in.</div>
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Hints of tainted innocence.</div>
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This smoke.</div>
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Let it hang like a cobweb,</div>
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Let it spread like a blanket over us,</div>
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Let it rain with out tears,</div>
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Let it intertwine with our secrets. </div>
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Let it smother you with our dreams. </div>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-52158129034550158212010-12-18T20:49:00.000-08:002010-12-18T20:49:01.453-08:00Don Caballero ♫ Railroad Cancellation<br />
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When I whisper,</div>
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feel the calm before the storm.</div>
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When I close my eyes,</div>
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feel the waves surging against my eyelids.</div>
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There is so much to say that I am </div>
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overcome </div>
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and </div>
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overtaken </div>
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by emotion. </div>
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Swept into silence.</div>
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It is all in what I don’t say.</div>
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Just for tonight, </div>
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don’t assign meanings.</div>
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Let the silence speak for itself.</div>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-47518529631720190232010-12-11T18:58:00.000-08:002010-12-11T18:58:00.022-08:00The Fray ♫ Unsaidso the saying goes,<br />
let sleeping babies lie.<br />
<br />
or is it let sleeping babies lie?<br />
<br />
so if men are to be emotional infants for-ever-long,<br />
shouldn't it be,<br />
let sleeping boys lie?<br />
<br />
or is it, to let sleeping boys lie?Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-26132831980703357512010-11-18T15:13:00.000-08:002010-11-18T15:13:08.253-08:00sleepless ♫ kate havenikremember that time?<br />
we created verses<br />
out of thin afternoon air.<br />
<br />when we sat on the jungle gym<br />
confused by the fact that our<br />
bodies and souls<br />
spoke in different tongues;<br />
never able to understand one another.<br />
<br />
remember the sun,<br />
it watched intently<br />
with eyes as golden as our skin?<br />
remember that time?<br />
i remember. <br />
<br />
<br />Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-3054289917763106122010-08-15T21:02:00.000-07:002010-08-15T21:35:23.144-07:00Lydia ♫ This is Twice Now<br />
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& we pretend that war is natural. To believe that it's okay, yet it drives men insane. The roles we play in each other's lives all of a sudden erased. Can you tell me what the reporters actually know? They can see but they cannot know, nor can I, know the mind of the soldier that accepts death or the one that defies it.</div>
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An ant. I feel sick killing an ant. But that's all these soldiers are to you. On land, on ships, ants are all they seem from your altitude. Just remember, even that high up, you are not God. Didn't you feel anything? Didn't you feel America beneath the vibrations of your guns? Didn't you recognize the lives you were taking, these soldiers who do and don't decide their fates. </div>
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Thou shalt not kill. & "If you take one life you have taken the life of all mankind." Is it all a joke God played on us? Or did we forget, we do know how to love, fear, cry. But all we do is fight. </div>
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So,<br />
Are we all soldiers?<br />
Dying together sounds so much nicer<br />
than dying alone.<br />
Is that why we do it;<br />
sacrifice ourselves so we won't be lonesome?<br />
Natural human instinct,<br />
"I'll do it, if you do it."<br />
<br />
I'll die if you die with me.<br />
Come out, come forth,<br />
onto a battlefield that makes no sense<br />
and maybe I won't be paralyzed<br />
by fear<br />
if you're there.<br />
<br />Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-30027142657645260032010-08-01T10:38:00.000-07:002010-08-01T10:38:53.987-07:00Minus the Bear ♫ Pachuca Sunrise<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">todo por dentro.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">no mas.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">no puedo contener todo.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">no puedo controlar eso.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">cada vez </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">que me tocas,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">me siento un fuego debajo de tu piel.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">cada vez </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">me dejas quemada.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">quemada por ti.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">quemando para ti.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">fracasos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">de calmar ese fuego.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">intentos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">de callar ese fuego.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">todo sin exito.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">cada vez.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">quemada por ti.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">quemando para ti.</span>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-60825851068831280672010-07-24T14:59:00.000-07:002010-08-01T10:39:48.747-07:00Snow Patrol ♫ Set Fire to the Third Bar<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i smell like you,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you smell like me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">finding ourselves<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">in each other<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">constantly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i can't get you out of my head<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">can't wash you off my skin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">can't wash away my most recent sin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tried to wash off the x's on the back of my hands<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but the sins that my heart and my hands<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">conspired to commit together<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">would not come off.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">no matter how hard i scraped and scrubbed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i could not learn to regret the sins i loved.</span></span></div>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-17520071839202911652010-07-23T12:51:00.000-07:002010-07-23T13:00:35.233-07:00the swell season ♫ the moona haven.<br />
a heaven.<br />
an extension of her apartment into the sky.<br />
balconies, porches, front yard, back yard.<br />
always been patches of paradise to me.<br />
that's where i met you.<br />
paradise.<br />
<br />
where i loved you,<br />
for a number of hours.<br />
hours colorful enough to taint me for a lifetime.<br />
colorful enough to paint me colors i couldn't hide,<br />
not from everyone else,<br />
not from myself.<br />
in those hours unseen,<br />
under the watchful eye of the sky<br />
and only the most high<br />
we made love with our words.<br />
refusing to sleep,<br />
refusing to stop.<br />
<br />
our thoughts<br />
our glances<br />
our grins<br />
crashing into one another<br />
and landing upon our bodies<br />
crashing on to shores that were<br />
unexpectedly &<br />
coincidentally familiar.<br />
[but you should know i don't believe<br />
in coincidence.<br />
i don't believe, i feel.<br />
& this doesn't feel like a coincidence,<br />
you feel like fate.<br />
you felt like a dream.]<br />
<br />
our thoughts<br />
our grins<br />
our glances<br />
making their way over to each other<br />
interlocking and lacing through one another<br />
like our minds.<br />
<br />
our hearts matching,<br />
unintentionally sick for one another.<br />
maybe you only felt it that night, maybe you never felt it at all.<br />
but i felt it every time thereafter.<br />
i felt that memory carve in to me even deeper every time thereafter.<br />
i felt your words sink deeper into my skin every time thereafter.<br />
i felt your arms wrap around my waist as the sun rose<br />
every<br />
time<br />
thereafter.<br />
<br />
i felt my body pause for a sudden intake of breath<br />
i felt my mind stop for a sudden intake of a pleasure<br />
that looked more like pain.<br />
every time thereafter,<br />
i come out here<br />
and make new memories,<br />
i am already thinking of the one.<br />
<br />
the root of all roots.<br />
the memory within a memory. <br />
this dream within a dream,<br />
it must have been,<br />
because it felt real but<br />
it was perfect.<br />
you were just too perfect.Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-85509585802903593392010-06-06T17:25:00.000-07:002010-06-06T17:44:32.737-07:00aftermath of ecstasylights out.<br />
blinds closed.<br />
But the flashing blue lights<br />
from police cars<br />
still stream through<br />
and flicker across my ceiling<br />
celebrating a murder.<br />
<br />
as tempted as i am, i refuse to go near the window.<br />
the ordeal that made my heart stop is over.<br />
the ten gun shots that grazed the<br />
worlds of my loved ones have ceased<br />
the ten gun shots that crazed my mind<br />
for your lives, have seized<br />
the safety of a stranger.<br />
<br />
so everyone has dispersed,<br />
sleeping off the trauma<br />
of an overwhelming fear<br />
that gripped us so tight<br />
we couldn't breathe.<br />
<br />
but i'm still up,<br />
remembering involuntarily<br />
the last time i was so afraid.<br />
the last time being when i feared<br />
for my own life.<br />
i fear for you, the way i fear for me.<br />
<br />
but even as the blue lights<br />
continue to dance<br />
their way into the night<br />
i don't dare<br />
move the blinds and peek.<br />
i don't dare<br />
witness a tragedy<br />
that came too close to being mine.Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-29060330704607099422010-02-28T23:23:00.001-08:002010-03-01T09:10:08.043-08:00Adele ♫ Hometown Glorydont want to sleep in order to dream.<br />
so let me dream with my eyes wide<br />
dont want to dream for fear i will wake when i finally find you.<br />
and the only witness would be my mind's eye.<br />
<br />
oh, all the dreams i have dreamed<br />
just to catch a glimpse of you.<br />
but be warned of my eyes,<br />
beware of what you might fall in to;<br />
sea, what i see.<br />
look out through my eyes,<br />
see what i see.<br />
<br />
let my eyes be your mirrors,<br />
my gaze your beholder.<br />
look in,<br />
see your soft, loving face.<br />
let my eyes be your crystal ball.<br />
change your fortune, change your fate.<br />
<br />
let our eyes be mirrors.<br />
i see myself in thee.<br />
you see yourself in me.<br />
see all the things we could be.Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-20890808967943175772010-02-11T23:15:00.000-08:002010-02-15T09:25:42.654-08:00Kaskade ♫ 4am& though my lips might say one thing,<br />
"i can't be with you."<br />
these marks, this body,<br />
speaks for itself.<br />
<br />
i am yours.<br />
<br />
though these lips,<br />
couldn't help but lie<br />
when they spoke.<br />
these lips,<br />
couldn't help but<br />
tell truth<br />
when they kissed.<br />
<br />
i am yours.Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-90807761198310324122010-02-03T12:05:00.000-08:002010-02-03T12:05:21.506-08:00The XX ♫ Intro<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;">tus palabras dulces,<br />nacieron sobre labios de miel,<br />cayeron contra mi piel.<br />y me hirieron,<br />me dañaron.<br />amarte duele.</span>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-52442068744736934392009-12-26T18:11:00.000-08:002009-12-26T18:13:53.453-08:00generation gaps.<br />
i spoke to you in English,<br />
you didn't understand.<br />
so, i speak to you in Urdu,<br />
& you don't understand.<br />
i get it now,<br />
no matter what language i use,<br />
you will never understand.<br />
<br />Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-91975547996090862952009-12-21T07:54:00.001-08:002009-12-21T17:47:08.612-08:00Explosions in the Sky ♫ Your Hand in MineBrother, I stand beneath any sky for you.<br />
No, it was not a dream.<br />
No, it is not just a dream.<br />
<br />
Sister, I stand beneath any sky for you.<br />
No, it was not a dream.<br />
No, it is not just a dream.<br />
<br />
Sometimes, the wheels don't turn,<br />
&my mind is perpetually stuck on strength.<br />
<br />
Then, I miss you.<br />
When, every time I inhale.<br />
Then, I love you.<br />
When, every time I exhale.<br />
<br />
You, the only home I have ever known.<br />
Love, the only home I now know.<br />
(Home, always found in people rather than places.) <br />
<br />
I stand beneath every sky for you,<br />
my brother, my sister, my home.<br />
I stand on golden sands,<br />
life in our hands.<br />
<br />
It is a wonder how<br />
only we seem to<br />
notice.<br />
Only we witness.<br />
The sky & the ocean<br />
run together.<br />Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-18474063479301544302009-11-28T02:03:00.000-08:002009-12-03T00:56:43.752-08:00Death Cab ♫ Your Heart Is An Empty Room<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oppa. Bhaijan. Hermano.
Athelphos. Berader. Uror. Akhi.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">You have a name, but i
have only ever known you as Bhaijan and that is how I choose to remember you.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I never thought I would
feel the sensation of losing you again. You have been lost for a long time. A
lost cause. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">As we drove home from
Khala's house I watched the streetlights pass on the highway, like man made
stars they guide us home. I wondered if you might still be there when we
arrived. Gone you are. What a coincidence of a day. Celebrating God in the fact
that Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son to the Glory. Ill consider this a
sacrifice we are all making and let you go. Out of sight, out of mind my
brother. I imagined hugging you, telling you I love you. But I only have the
strength to do these things in my mind. That will never change. Gone you are
before I have the chance to try. That will never change. I miss you before your
departure. That never changed either.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have said so many times that you live like a ghost in this house. Why does
it feel different now? Your things are gone. Your room is as empty as your
heart. Why does the emptiness that fills your room feel so wrong even though you were
never there? You were never here. Maybe physically. But you were never here.
Having your things there somehow pacified me into thinking that you would be
here, with us, one day. But,</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p> with your possessions out of their place, the belief that I hadn’t lost you yet died.</o:p></span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Purging this place of your
presence. What is missing now? The apparition, the hollow vision of you passing
me in the corridor every now and then. There will be no more of that. There
will be no more sliding notes under your door to tell you things I have not the
nerve to say. There will be no more going through your things when you are gone
to know you, understand you. No more listening to you play the guitar outside
your door, holding my breath so you would not hear me eavesdropping on your
only form of speech.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">Phantom pain. Believing in
a brother that never called himself my own. Phantom. The hurt that houses
itself in a corner of my mind that continues to believe you are my blood.
Even if you will not.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">My brother. You will never
know what you mean to me. You have left so many times, why does this feel so final, so menacing? Maybe because I don’t know if or when you will be back, and I wasn’t even
this worried when you were in the army. Maybe because as you leave this time, I
will never have known you or what I am to you. I may worry that you will come
back different. But my greater worry is that you will come back unchanged.</span><span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">I always thought DC was a
breathable city. Not too many skyscrapers, not too many telephone lines
crowding the sky. Not much blocking the sky from your senses, not so much
contaminating the breaths we take. But maybe it wasn't the city that suffocated
you, my brother.</span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
</div>
<br />Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-62962288301214892582009-11-17T03:07:00.000-08:002009-11-27T23:06:40.850-08:00Thievery Corporation ♫ Who Needs Forever<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Insomnia.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">let the tiring overtake me.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now i can sleep.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">finally. as the sun rises, my own night falls.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">let the darkness within prevail</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">not a restful sleep, but</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">an exhausted slumber accompanied by</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">exhausted dreams.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">let the weight of the world</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">shut my eyelids.</span></span><br />Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-76849778939096052982009-11-15T18:07:00.000-08:002009-12-03T01:01:10.606-08:00Amaral ♫ Estrella Del Mar<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">writer's block/mediocrity/call it what you want.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nothing tastes as sweet </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">in your absence.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your presence may be distracting.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But, your absence is even more distracting.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is the crossroads,</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Where I mix pleasure with pain.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This mixing of souls,</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">May as well be a mixing of drinks,</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This tequila </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">shot </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">love. </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It burns, </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">and churns </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">my insides.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">intoxicates me.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">evades me.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your touch can not truly </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">contain all the power I prescribe it.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
But absence makes the heart grow fonder.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Absence makes this intoxication stronger.</span></span><br />
</div>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-38490510947032317342009-11-12T22:36:00.001-08:002009-12-03T01:01:57.767-08:00Anna Nalick ♫ Wreck of the day<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">(this was my initial reaction to the death of Benazir Bhutto in December 2007)</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To see bodies lining streets. Those streets. </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">What kind of cause is this; politics? Bhutto, breed of corruption.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That’s not a cause to die for. A cause of death, maybe. </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Blood and bodies. My mind is on turbo, what street is that? Shahr-e-faisal? The street where the races happened? The back roads where we ate ice cream in the middle of the night? </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today, arresting prominence. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Where yesterday we flew kites. How can one city support such multi faceted memories?</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The unreality and the reality are sinking in through my eyes at the same rate my tears sink in to my shirt and my cheeks. I’m glad no one in the living room is looking around. Slip away into the corners of this tiny apartment. Steal away a moment to breathe and heave out a sobbing sigh as it rises in her throat. </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">No. no. no.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That’s my city.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Those are my streets.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That’s my home.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">“It hurts. My heart actually hurts.” She cries amid angry tears mixing with hysterical laughter. As she paces madly the expanse of her room, in the dark. Stumbling over her own feet, raising her voice, “Have I ever even mourned for anything in my life like this?”[ever mourned a life like this? when i realize the city is living, alive inside me and outside me] And finally she buckles down to her knees and rests her head in her hands. Pushing curls back as they roll over her shoulders, she incessantly rubs her forehead against her hands as if to try and generate an answer to this riddle of the future through friction. Physics. No, this cause is not physical. It’s chemical, irreversible. Chemicals; burning cars on the streets and corners. Burning validity of all emotion to ash through violence.</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Karachi is known for its wind. Close to the sea, a relieving breeze. A reliving breeze. One that I missed for a whole decade. But, now that I know it, I know that breeze again. It taught me how to open my heart again. Those winds entered my soul. I know that breeze. It fans flames of the heart, not the ones I see on the Television. </span></span><br />
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My country. My city. My family. Scattered to no end in this scheme. Sing me an anthem that will tell me not to come. Let your sands soak the blood. Let your sands know no vengeance. Let them learn forgiveness, as they forgave me for being absent for so long. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Karachi. Tell me you’ll make it through. Tell me you’ll be the same one day. Tell me you will lull my heart to sleep once more with the rhythm of your winds Karachi. Not with the ricochet of bullets. Speak to me, like your streets did when I walked them. Speak to me in silence. Hush hush, I know traitors tread your faithful streets. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hush hush. I’m coming.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hush hush the tears. There are many more to come.</span></span><br />
</div>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-63838467471599449992009-11-03T19:22:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:24:02.555-08:00Zeb & Haniya and Javed Bashir ♫ Chal Diyay<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">earth spins slow,</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">slower everyday.</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it has only survived the penetrating darkness for its pace. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">otherwise it would have corroded, corrupted and been consumed. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">faster, faster, to gone. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">slower, slower, to last. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">then why are we so so keen to connect so quickly? </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">faster than light our eyes lock, </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">like some radar of chemistry </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that we cannot define, </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that cannot be confined. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so let us spin slowly, like earth, </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">let us spin slow with her, </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so that this love can last. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">so it doesnt become a thing of the past.</span></span><br />
</div>Desert Eaglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177192050721238599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041175500384865029.post-23186199258743369382009-11-03T09:54:00.000-08:002010-03-01T13:26:47.727-08:00The Thrillseekers ♫ Waiting Here For You<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">i dont ask much.</span><br />
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i dont say much.<br />
why<br />
corrupt chemistry<br />
with words? </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">give me your body.<br />
your heart and mind,<br />
will come, with time. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">give me your body,<br />
and once i take hold,<br />
there's no other world. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">give me you body,<br />
i'll take your soul.</span></span></div>
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