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"Pices of others"

Songbird of mine, have you heard? The world is abrupt, the balance been disturbed.

Lend me your wisdom, colour my light. Dance with my shadow, two souls so tight.

Hear me now, I’m no longer asleep; I’ve known salvation It didn’t come cheep.

The day turns to night, sun fades away. Losing the path, nowhere to stay.

So many pieces hidden tight and deep, how can I see above, ever becoming complete?

Dry tears with frost, silence in the scream, sorrow is a bitch, bottomless it seem.

Karen, ca 2011

Don’t ever!

You may bring the cold side, You may try to make me freeze, and take away all the warmth.

But don’t ever tell me to leave my sun. Don’t ever!

You may hit me. You may spit on me, and leave me broken.

But don’t ever silence my voice, Don’t ever!

You may call, stop my tone, and wipe out my lyrics. You may howl, and scream.

But don’t ever, erase my song. Don’t ever!

You may make me slip, and loosen my grip. You may push me down and take my will

But don’t ever tighten my freedom. Don’t ever!

You may hold my hands, take my shoes away. Burn my path and smoke my air.

But don’t ever take away my wind. Don’t ever!

I’m yours, in spirit and head, your front and other side.

I’m your shadow, your needed sun. I’m at your step, and around your smell.

I’m the echo of your voice, the tone in your call. I am!

Shout and I will answer, scream and I will hear. I will!

Sing and I shall play the melody, cry and I will capture the mist.

I will carry you on my back, I will walk when you are tired, and I will give you my blood.

I wil!

K. 06

His Light

"His Light"

Gentle she spins he hold her tight,
They danced on their own in this light,

Time stand still, they feel alone
move as one, carried by (t)his tone

Eye to eye they see this dance,
wordless beat, like such a shy romance
/(wordless beat, as shyness took a chance)

He lend her his wisdom, she colours his light,
dances with the shadows, two souls so tight

Karen jan.-12

"Release Me " av Oh Laura

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjQXMZe2ouk

I am the wilderness locked in a cage
I am a growing force you kept in place
I am a tree reaching for the sun
Please don't hold me down
Please don't hold me down
I am a rolling wave without the motion
A glass of water longing for the ocean
I am an asphalt flower breaking free
but you keep stopping me.
Release me Release me
I am the rain that's coming down on you
That you shielded yourself from with a roof
I am the fire burning desperately
but you're controlling me
Release me Release me

Troll-love

You once loved and dated a Troll,
she found a German and ate him whole.

Kept it a secret, to you she didn't tell.
When it got out, so hard you fell.

Unsecure, at her mountain she sit,
keeping you waiting, bit by bit.

Can't say yes, can't say no,
does she even love you so?

------

Unconditionally you gave of your heart,
blinded of this "light," right from the start.

Maybe love isn't enough,
when you mix it with other bad stuff?

Stabbed in the back, stumbling around,
this love story of you, how does it sound?

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Betrayal can't be swallowed whole,
once you tried that, it feeds on your soul.

Perfect love doesn't come in a jar.
You grew it on the way,
harvesting from the star.

It was all so tender and sugar sweet.
When did you sign up for this bad treat?

Listen to your voice, we all have a choice.
You get to choose, and she might lose.

What should you accept, what should you toss away?
When do you say leave me?
When ask her to stay?

------

Once; she song, and played your melody,
suddenly she break loose, wanted to be free.

She played you, on a strangers ground.
With different love song, to a different sound.

She turned you her back, didn't stay.
When did her love and respect flew away?

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Make it right, or make it wrong,
without trustworthy freedom,
you don't have a song.

How shall you heal, how can you mend?
Walk your own path, mix up your own blend.

So many questions, so much doubt.
Feeling like garbage, frustrated, longing to shout.

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Sorrow is a bitch, leaves everyone ajar,
fragile, open, attack all the way from the star.

Find your path where the current's drift,
before you know it, your spirit will lift.

Trust that your sun does exist out there
Brighter and warmer, you don't have to fear.

We all search for the sun, moon and star,
sometimes near,
sometimes one most go far.

Karen jan.2012

Sound

"The gunfire around us makes it hard to hear.
But the human voice is different from other sounds.
It can be heard over noices that bury everything else.
Eaven when it is shouting. Eaven if it is just a wisper.
Eaven the lowest wisper can be heard -over armies....
When it is telling the truth. "

Edmund Zuwanie.