by John Mclaughlin
those who have watched "enchanted" will know. 'Nuff said.
You’re in my arms
And all the world is gone
The music playing on for only two
So close together
And when I’m with you
So close to feeling alive
A life goes by
Romantic dreams will stop
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I want is to hold you
So close
So close to reaching that famous happy end
Almost believing this one's not pretend
And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come
So far we are so close
How could I face the faceless days
If I should lose you now?
We’re so close
To reaching that famous happy end
And almost believing this one's not pretend
Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are
So close
So close
And still so far
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
A Tribute to Thee
The following poem was written a very long time ago, and kept hidden in a book which I just recently unearthed from the pile of trash in my house. I have written so many poems that I lost count, and therefore not really sure if I had posted this before or not. Still going to post it anyway.
a tribute to thee, in fond memories
of morrow winter's night
and storytellers' fright,
a truthful acknowledgment in misery
of life ceased be
and traversed thee through time
which collided with songs not rhymed,
dreaded and dreamt
suffereth in vain;-
finally tho thee escaped
to a better place I supposed!
but where?
which sings forever
of jolly laughter never,
and not a summer sun could shine
to warm the cold dwelling's fine
field of feathery dew
thee waved they flew
and swirled and loomed a dark shadow,
should it be immortalized, this meadow -
within this chilling choking cage,
fond memories vintage-d.
a tribute to thee, in fond memories
of morrow winter's night
and storytellers' fright,
a truthful acknowledgment in misery
of life ceased be
and traversed thee through time
which collided with songs not rhymed,
dreaded and dreamt
suffereth in vain;-
finally tho thee escaped
to a better place I supposed!
but where?
which sings forever
of jolly laughter never,
and not a summer sun could shine
to warm the cold dwelling's fine
field of feathery dew
thee waved they flew
and swirled and loomed a dark shadow,
should it be immortalized, this meadow -
within this chilling choking cage,
fond memories vintage-d.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Time Machine
If a hero can go back in time,
why can't I?
why can't I go back in time?
if there were such heroes
with such special powers
why can't I go back in time
and try to change what I learned
from nursery rhymes -
replace them with cries
of children, music of battlefields
and words of two lovers who hate
one another.
If a hero can go back in time,
why can't I?
If I can go back in time,
I can prepare myself for
myself and you for
yourself.
Then I can see my mom
and ask her to give birth
on the first of January.
If a hero can go back in time,
why can't I?
I would go and tell you
that I would love you so much
but you would not know
if I had not gone back in time
and told you so.
If a hero can go back in time,
why can't I?
If there were such heroes
with such special powers,
I would tell them to tell me
not to write this.
why can't I?
why can't I go back in time?
if there were such heroes
with such special powers
why can't I go back in time
and try to change what I learned
from nursery rhymes -
replace them with cries
of children, music of battlefields
and words of two lovers who hate
one another.
If a hero can go back in time,
why can't I?
If I can go back in time,
I can prepare myself for
myself and you for
yourself.
Then I can see my mom
and ask her to give birth
on the first of January.
If a hero can go back in time,
why can't I?
I would go and tell you
that I would love you so much
but you would not know
if I had not gone back in time
and told you so.
If a hero can go back in time,
why can't I?
If there were such heroes
with such special powers,
I would tell them to tell me
not to write this.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
last moment of such and such existence
such is the feeling
right now
the triggered emptiness
the hopeful limitation
where every man must belong.
such is the standard
of despondency
faintly felt in despair
inadequately craved in misery
and compounded with time unused.
right now
the triggered emptiness
the hopeful limitation
where every man must belong.
such is the standard
of despondency
faintly felt in despair
inadequately craved in misery
and compounded with time unused.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Immortalization of Inner Intention
conscience overtook the effort of enthusiasm
as manner declined the result of smiles
and someday the treasures of the caverns
will belong to sad creatures of heaven
verses were strung and used to hang
loose and without the frame of possessiveness
and care without caring submissiveness
will die again a death of loneliness
the breakable bonds will last not long
threshold of the unwise will not belong
and decisions and choices were one to choose
where dreams go and win but lose
conscience overtook the lightheartedness
as manner stood gloomily over the bay
and looked and looked at the sunset grey
where hopes shall finally reach and stay
as manner declined the result of smiles
and someday the treasures of the caverns
will belong to sad creatures of heaven
verses were strung and used to hang
loose and without the frame of possessiveness
and care without caring submissiveness
will die again a death of loneliness
the breakable bonds will last not long
threshold of the unwise will not belong
and decisions and choices were one to choose
where dreams go and win but lose
conscience overtook the lightheartedness
as manner stood gloomily over the bay
and looked and looked at the sunset grey
where hopes shall finally reach and stay
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
may the Leaves be yellow
there are no leaves on a hardened tree
which needs not the mighty sun
as inept as they should feel for
him that neither shines nor
attempts to reach
Is that love?
unkind dove
and without humility
to the familiarity they yearn
to the light that had felt natural
do they then pursue thee indefinitely?
purchase some time to understand
and occasionally sell the truth
for if worthy the truth is not
then sunshine shall shine
never on those
leaves which
grieved
which needs not the mighty sun
as inept as they should feel for
him that neither shines nor
attempts to reach
Is that love?
unkind dove
and without humility
to the familiarity they yearn
to the light that had felt natural
do they then pursue thee indefinitely?
purchase some time to understand
and occasionally sell the truth
for if worthy the truth is not
then sunshine shall shine
never on those
leaves which
grieved
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Saber
My previous life flashes
occasionally before mine now
telling a lot about
regrets I am not proud.
Even as it flashes
I sense you want to
tell me something
but why do I hear nothing?
My previous meeting with
you ended in a firestorm
that consumed all you love
and all that I have ever hated.
Even as I pray
I wish somehow someday
that you will wish for
my wish to return
But,
even as that day beckons near
not a single wish I have
can make me leave
without a single tear.
occasionally before mine now
telling a lot about
regrets I am not proud.
Even as it flashes
I sense you want to
tell me something
but why do I hear nothing?
My previous meeting with
you ended in a firestorm
that consumed all you love
and all that I have ever hated.
Even as I pray
I wish somehow someday
that you will wish for
my wish to return
But,
even as that day beckons near
not a single wish I have
can make me leave
without a single tear.
Vantage Point
"The beauty of American arrogance is that they cannot imagine a world in which they are not one step ahead"
Profound line by the plot's mastermind in the movie. I have to say it's one of the contenders for my movie of the year. Go watch it in your local cinemas NOW.
Profound line by the plot's mastermind in the movie. I have to say it's one of the contenders for my movie of the year. Go watch it in your local cinemas NOW.
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