Fair Verona Sleep's Tonight

Fair Verona Sleep's Tonight

Fair Verona sleeps tonight

Too early to know,

And too late to seek life -

Whether fate hear's us

I dare not know

Who must answer this deep quest

Of soul.

I know not a name,

But a face likes that of an angel -

Sings to me in my dreams.

Why must she come to me in those

Darkle hours that pass so slow?

Come to me, release me from this torturous

Bonds that binds my soul to these unpleasing

Times.

Fair Verona that sleep's so quiet and

Undisturbing.

I wait upon the fringes of this fair city

To hear this lovely of loveliness answer

Whom ever should she be?

Where ever should she dwell.

For now is the right time to say nothing.

And everything that I love thee. . .

Feb. 25/97
copyright@BlastInc.

If I cannot look across the stars

If I cannot look across the stars to see what it is that I love, than why look
I cannot reach into the depths of my soul to feel you near
I cannot see your sad eyes longing for the silent future which dreams are made of
I can only hold that which I love now for tomorrow may be too late
What must one do
Where is the moment that draws us together
What is the destiny that hold the future
I can look arcoss the stars to see my love
I can look into the depths of my soul to feel you near
I can only imagine your sad eyes longing for the silent future
which dreams are made of
I can only hold that which I love now for tomorrow may be too late
Why are there moments that draw us together
What is the destiny that holds our future

05/12/02

I Want To

I want to reach for

you as if this dream

were real.

Every look within your

eyes is a sea storm

which I cannot, nor

want to escape from.

Those crystal blue tides

your eyes, the soft white

sand your skin, and the

bright sun in the sky your hair.

You are the everything

that makes me feel.

I've fallen under some fairy

spell that takes everything

away when together with

you.

The best place in the world

is wherever you are.

The moon the sun and stars

in the sky.

I want to search for you

as if this dream

were real. . .

Nov23/04

I met this girl

I met this girl.

She comes to me like some dream

That disappears when you wake.

She’s a acid flashback.

A erotic vision that holds me still

In my thoughts.

How I question the day that go by

In silent wonderings.

Never knowing what to say if  we spoke

Never knowing where to place my eyes

08/17/99

I have known the torments of the soul

I have known the torments of the soul.

Half dead to life.

Just another way of saying you hurt so much inside.

But unable to express it.

If those words start flowing

its a hard battle fought to get out of that mood.

What can anyone do?

I keep seeing my surroundings and its people

get worst.

I retreat back into this empty hollow sanctuary

And try to give myself one heart felt moment.

But I can do is look down at the ground

 And cry.    

07/31/06

We Shall Know

We Shall know no tomorrow like today,
And yesterday will forever be in my mind.
Your name dances upon my lips
And echo's in my thought's
Why must good byes be said with
such sorrow.
And why are hello's
said with gleaming eyes?
I know for certain that I
miss your smile.

Jan 2/97

Und So Tandelt ich mir

"Und So Tandelt ich mir. . ."
"Parted from all my joy. . ,"

1997

the nights are dark the nights are long

The night comes a falling when I think how I miss you.
the feeling of your arms wrapped around me, the softness
of your voice in my ears echo's for like an eternity.
my eyes, oh my teary eyes, how they fill like my heart
grows a little colder as each passing time goes on and on.
I cling to those memories like a child with there blanket
I long for one last touch, one last smile, one last wave
good bye. How endless this feeling seems. How endless time
becomes when your away. The night comes a falling when I think
of how much it hurts to be away from you. the nights are dark
the nights are long. . .

march 27, 2002

Strung Out Coming Down Love Story

Memories of a moment stick to my thought's.
Each moment replays in my thought's
Over and over.
The way you look that night.
The smell of your hair.
The way you look through me.
With love . . .

what am i doin

what am i doin;

could i make another

day without this feeling

so close, so afraid, must hide. . .

here i am,

the shadows of a memory i can't

find.

yet somehow tomorrow always comes, this from me to you.

somethings that are loved so much

can disappear as quietly as a mouse and then you wonder?

whatever happen to you.

the world got so big and out of control

the sreaming madmen running lose in out concret jungle.

whatever happen to you.

the nights seem empty and long.

full of starlite and something unknown.

forever in a fleeting thought.

end by hope.

7/312006 

Right

embracing the heart so tightly that
no one could see it or even steal it.
not one person has been able to take
the whole thing.
Only fragments have been removed.
Nothing has moved this spirit to
reach for the sky, reach for them stars,
Hold onto the dreams.
Light and shadows are left dancing
around on my walls.
And ghost whisper faint words to my ear.
I am un able to hear what is being said.
So now I move through this jungle of
life and just be content with what is.
I keep watch of my heart and my thoughts,
waiting to share them when the time is
right. . .

April 2/99

Chance To Kiss

Chance To Kiss

Our lips are close.

Almost close enough to embrace.

Words flow out.

But  passion is in the eye.

Looking for a taste upon those tempting

lips.

I felt your body pressing against

Mine.

I wonder now when I lay in bed

IF tomorrow I will have the

Chance to kiss you again.

June 22/97

An Die Ferne Geliebte (To The Distant Beloved)

An Die Ferne Geliebte

(To The Distant Beloved)

In moments hidden beneath a mask of

playfulness.

Who's heart were only ready to yield.

or could only hesitate and shed tears.

But there was the sweet refined.

face with the dark questioning eyes.

and the reflection of her dark hair,

which flowed down in soft ringletes

to the swanlike neck.

She's the only one who gave him,

her love selflessly, fully knowing

the demons of his art.

His strange, splendid genuis,

his great heart and his tragic conflict

wih himself didn't matter to her heart,

even though his wounds be still

unhealed. . .

Feb. 14/97

note to Jani

That is so true, in the end the only thing that anyone has is the experiences that

We’ve gotten along the way. No matter how brief the interactions is with people

Or the how brief the moment we stay in one place or places. It sums up who we are.

I have this out look that all the places that I’ve been, that the people who are closest to me are there with me. Watching a sunset or moon rise, taking in a moment of looking into someone’s eye’s and feeling what they feel at that moment. It allows me to have this peace of mind that I am never alone in the feeling sense. But yes you can still feel alone

Even with this idea. But it helps subside the sad feeling that may come with those negative thoughts of emptiness and yearning.

                                           

I remember going to this party and I was standing across the room and for some reason

This girl kept on looking at me. As the night went on and in different rooms we kept on

Seeing each other, after a while we stood closer and closer to each other till we were almost standing together. Finally we said hello to each other and started talking. To make a long story short we ended up making friends and we parted by giving each other a hug.

But it was different. A connection, a moment that is shared.

C.C.

12/14/09

How's My Latin??

Cogito, ergo sum
I think, therefore I am - Descartes

Aegri somnia vana
A such man's empty dreams – Horace

Alter idem
Second self: alter ego - Cicero

Errare humanum est
To err is human.

Errare humanum est, sed in errore perseverare diabolicum
To err is human, but to continue to err is diabolical.

Vir prudens non contra ventum mingit
Wise man does not urinate against the wind.

quos deus vult perdere prius dementat
those whom a god wishes to destroy he first drives mad

non omnia possumus omnes
we can't all do all things

oderint dum metuant
let them hate, so long as they fear

exceptio probat regulam de rebus non exceptis
an exception establishes the rule as to things not excepted

ex nihilo nihil fit
from nothing nothing is produced

fiat experimentum in corpore vili
let experiment be made on a worthless body

dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
it is sweet and seemly to die for one's country

Credo Elvem ipsum etian vivere.
I think that Elvis is still alive.

Labra lege.
Read my lips.

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.
Thank you for not smoking. 

a good start

Blinded by the lights staggering through hollow streets leaving no traces of hope in the railyards of dreams

John Lennon

Some times the endearing spirit helps you go on,
continue to struggle, to survive, to be.
A great man as John Lennon inspires
a generation to be free and give peace a chance.
There is hope through his music and idea's,
it will live on, as well the dream we all share.

CC
Oct 12/10

A letter from the world

A letter from the world

There is no way out.

The end is somewhere in the shadows that we can't escape,

this I can't pretend to not see.

What happened to our good times?

Is it something that has gone from our days under the sun?

We are rushing to an absoult that must be finished.

Capture By Time

Capture B y Time

Sometimes in the night I awoke

feeling stream's of cool air soundlessly

flowing under a darken sky of

splendour

I came to think of it as a calm

dream;

Across an invisible ocean with

ten thousand brilliant stars arched

across the sky.

and everyone I wanted to wish upon.

these moments are utterly timeless

in my heart, overwhelmed by a

great beauty, captured by time.

Feb 8/97

Complete

She leans over to pour you a drink.
You reach out and touch her face.
She smiles but quickly looks away.
Almost in fright.
She does not let her heart feel
the joy that may come with another.
She come back with a longing look.
One that sad women have when not
loved enough.
You cannot imagine what she think
but you know how she feels.
In that dark little place that holds
all those fears.
She reaches for you.
Feels your inviting touch.
If only for a moment, to be loved.
The final thought as she reaches
around you and embraces you.
She feels complete. . .

By Connor C.
Copyrighted.*

Autums Moon

Autums Moon

I watch the moonrise during the cool autums night.
From rosy red, to the pale glow of its light.
It slowly reaches across the velvet of night.
Pawing its way to the heavens might.
Every moment just right.
To wish a dream.
Of a kiss.
good night.

By. Connor C.
Copyrighted.*