Sunday, January 27, 2008

Your Love's A Crime

As chronicled by Glenn Ala at 8:35 PM
Hello, old friend, how long has it been
Since we last saw each other's funny grins
Since we last spoke of life and love
And gave each other a friendly shove

From what I see, everything's well
You have found someone, I can tell
It's there in your bright, beaming smile
Let me just catch my breath a while

My heart beats fast, I've seen you at last
I missed you, old friend, but this here now's the end
You've finally found all the love and caring
But you see, it's not my hand you're holding

Did I tell you 'bout the day we met
You unwittingly made me work up a sweat
I had hoped you wouldn't notice it
In love, I was so out of it

You stirred my soul at each encounter
Piqued my interest at each banter
Kept me on my toes for quite some time
You let me love you and that is your crime

My heart beats fast, I've seen you at last
I missed you, old friend, but this here now's the end
You've finally found all the love and caring
But you see, it's not my hand you're holding

This may not be the perfect time to say this
but this ain't something you'd wanna miss
I love you, old friend, I thought you knew
I can love you more than he could ever do

My heart beats fast, I've seen you at last
I missed you, old friend, but this here now's the end
You've finally found all the love and caring
But you see, it's not my hand you're holding

- completed January 27, words and music by Kokum
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2 comments:

  1. PRUE HALLIWEL :: OBSERVER OF LIFEJanuary 30, 2008 at 1:35 AM

    does this speak of your true sentiments now? i am moved... if this are indeed your heart's words, gahd... i bleed with you wyatt...

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  2. Glenn AlaJanuary 30, 2008 at 4:08 PM

    hey prue! this was fairly recent, but yes all the sentiments are real... though, of course, everything is time-bound, as this song is. i feel only some of this na lang.

    glad to see you online again. hihihi.

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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.

LA POESÍA

Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda