Oh My God. They're doing Witchblade.
This is amazing...
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
There's Nothing At All...Only You
Coming back with a heavy heart, the mission was a failure, we lost some good men, the sadness could be seen in every face, especially their close buddies. I knew Danny, we'd grown up together from the same neighbourhood. Losing another pal from back home took yet another toll on me, it left a gaping hole where all the emotions flowed in and out, making it so much harder to keep it inside.
I'd come back in alone, everyone preferred it that way. Rifle still grasped in my hand, I headed into the amphitheatre. We'd been stationed there till we got the call, but no one was there when I walked in, sweaty, bloody, absorbed in my own world of sadness.
I saw the piano up front, I felt the urge to touch it, to play a tune or two. It might, just might take away my mind off things for a minute, maybe that's all we actually need sometimes, just a tiny bit of time to ourselves to rethink all of it.
I laid my weapon at the side, nver noticing the schoolgirls standing around doing their own thing. Glancing at them, I singled out their lecturer, and motioned to her if she'd mind if I had a go at the piano. She looked hestitant, but noticing the state I was in, it must have been bad, she nodded and waved towards the piano. I sat down, lifted the cover and just sat there looking at it. It looked sad, just like me, we both needed comfort. I had no thoughts, my mind was as blank as an empty mag, and yet my fingers moved on their own, laid themselves on the keys and moved slowly, gently.
It played through my mind, ran through my fingers, it began quietly, simply, and I felt the heat of the moment move me immensly; I closed my eyes started the verse and let it take me away.
We looked at him as he sat down, his uniform stained with blots of blood, drenched with sweat, his rifle dusty. He was a handsome man, but his expressions were those of a disturbed man, just wanting to be alone. He'd asked to play the piano, it was my baby, but she let him, our Head Lecturer. I felt angry for a second but what was the use? They were having a hard time out there, trying hard to take control of the situation, and from his looks, I knew it wasn't all that easy. The girls around me stood quiet, our discussion utterly ruined by his presence. We eyed him, some angrily, some intent on trying to get to know him, after all, soldiers were hot, just like this one. I wondered what he would play, could he even play? As well as me? I wouldn't think so......
Amazing how his fingers flowed easily over the keys! But what was this song he played with so much feeling? He had closed his eyes, there a look of peace, with a hint of pain on his face. The song, I knew this song! Its, it's my song!
She reeled over backwards a little, suprising her friends, they grabbed her and asked what was wrong. But she already had tears in her eyes. She moved over to the closest seat, sat down, stared at the handsome intruder while tears crept down her face, the spots darkening on her skirt.
He opened his eyes when he heard a gasp. Still singing, his hands travelling over the keys, playing the song true. He turned and saw her sitting there with tears in her eyes. Her friends were around her holding her, some, if not all glaring at him. He wondered for a moment if they had known Danny, but dashed the thought, it was impossible. Was it his playing? The song he was singing? Could it...? He saw the lecturer move over to the drums, sat down picked up the sticks, looked at him, smiled and began playing in tune with him. They knew this song! How wonderful it felt to have a small sanctuary where at least some knew of pain and understood something! He moved into the song, feeling its lyrics burn through each and every memory, bringing up memories, he felt the tears well up, he knew he was home....
Forever Love Forever Dream
afureru omoi dake ga
hageshiku setsunaku jikan o umetsukusu
Oh Tell me why .....All I see is blue in my heart....
Will you stay with me kaze ga......
I couldn't go on, the pain was too much, I hung my head and watched the tears drop. And suddenly, she stood up, and sang.....
....sugisaru made
mata afuredasu All my tears
I looked at her and continued playing, she was an angel. She sang it pure, just the way it should sound. We cried as we sang, the emotions overwhelming us entirely, but we both knew what the song meant to us. And yet our voices chorusing together in unison, was amazing. She had had her heart ripped out like mine had countless times, aand here with this song, it brought us together.
He sat there looking at me while I sang my heart out, each and every line hitting me like a thousand arrows as it burned right through my heart. His voice was beautiful, in perfect harmony, the world standing still all around us, it was just my moment with him, our song, our feelings.
Forever Love Forever Dream kore ijyou arukenai
Oh Tell me why
Oh Tell me true
oshiete ikiru imi o
Forever Love Forever Dream
afureru namida no naka
kagayaku kisetsu ga eien ni kawaru made
Forever Love
The song ended as fast as it began, we were now both, just looking at each other. Then, she ran to me and embraced me, the warmth of her love, pulsed through her body into mine. All I did was draw her close and faded away into joy, satisfaction, sadness, misery and love.
Sometimes, the world forgets us completely, yet the smallest of things bring us together when we least expect it....
I'd come back in alone, everyone preferred it that way. Rifle still grasped in my hand, I headed into the amphitheatre. We'd been stationed there till we got the call, but no one was there when I walked in, sweaty, bloody, absorbed in my own world of sadness.
I saw the piano up front, I felt the urge to touch it, to play a tune or two. It might, just might take away my mind off things for a minute, maybe that's all we actually need sometimes, just a tiny bit of time to ourselves to rethink all of it.
I laid my weapon at the side, nver noticing the schoolgirls standing around doing their own thing. Glancing at them, I singled out their lecturer, and motioned to her if she'd mind if I had a go at the piano. She looked hestitant, but noticing the state I was in, it must have been bad, she nodded and waved towards the piano. I sat down, lifted the cover and just sat there looking at it. It looked sad, just like me, we both needed comfort. I had no thoughts, my mind was as blank as an empty mag, and yet my fingers moved on their own, laid themselves on the keys and moved slowly, gently.
It played through my mind, ran through my fingers, it began quietly, simply, and I felt the heat of the moment move me immensly; I closed my eyes started the verse and let it take me away.
We looked at him as he sat down, his uniform stained with blots of blood, drenched with sweat, his rifle dusty. He was a handsome man, but his expressions were those of a disturbed man, just wanting to be alone. He'd asked to play the piano, it was my baby, but she let him, our Head Lecturer. I felt angry for a second but what was the use? They were having a hard time out there, trying hard to take control of the situation, and from his looks, I knew it wasn't all that easy. The girls around me stood quiet, our discussion utterly ruined by his presence. We eyed him, some angrily, some intent on trying to get to know him, after all, soldiers were hot, just like this one. I wondered what he would play, could he even play? As well as me? I wouldn't think so......
Amazing how his fingers flowed easily over the keys! But what was this song he played with so much feeling? He had closed his eyes, there a look of peace, with a hint of pain on his face. The song, I knew this song! Its, it's my song!
She reeled over backwards a little, suprising her friends, they grabbed her and asked what was wrong. But she already had tears in her eyes. She moved over to the closest seat, sat down, stared at the handsome intruder while tears crept down her face, the spots darkening on her skirt.
He opened his eyes when he heard a gasp. Still singing, his hands travelling over the keys, playing the song true. He turned and saw her sitting there with tears in her eyes. Her friends were around her holding her, some, if not all glaring at him. He wondered for a moment if they had known Danny, but dashed the thought, it was impossible. Was it his playing? The song he was singing? Could it...? He saw the lecturer move over to the drums, sat down picked up the sticks, looked at him, smiled and began playing in tune with him. They knew this song! How wonderful it felt to have a small sanctuary where at least some knew of pain and understood something! He moved into the song, feeling its lyrics burn through each and every memory, bringing up memories, he felt the tears well up, he knew he was home....
Forever Love Forever Dream
afureru omoi dake ga
hageshiku setsunaku jikan o umetsukusu
Oh Tell me why .....All I see is blue in my heart....
Will you stay with me kaze ga......
I couldn't go on, the pain was too much, I hung my head and watched the tears drop. And suddenly, she stood up, and sang.....
....sugisaru made
mata afuredasu All my tears
I looked at her and continued playing, she was an angel. She sang it pure, just the way it should sound. We cried as we sang, the emotions overwhelming us entirely, but we both knew what the song meant to us. And yet our voices chorusing together in unison, was amazing. She had had her heart ripped out like mine had countless times, aand here with this song, it brought us together.
He sat there looking at me while I sang my heart out, each and every line hitting me like a thousand arrows as it burned right through my heart. His voice was beautiful, in perfect harmony, the world standing still all around us, it was just my moment with him, our song, our feelings.
Forever Love Forever Dream kore ijyou arukenai
Oh Tell me why
Oh Tell me true
oshiete ikiru imi o
Forever Love Forever Dream
afureru namida no naka
kagayaku kisetsu ga eien ni kawaru made
Forever Love
The song ended as fast as it began, we were now both, just looking at each other. Then, she ran to me and embraced me, the warmth of her love, pulsed through her body into mine. All I did was draw her close and faded away into joy, satisfaction, sadness, misery and love.
Sometimes, the world forgets us completely, yet the smallest of things bring us together when we least expect it....
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Clear Blue Skies
It rained in June when it wasn't supposed to.
Went and came back, it was still pretty much the same. The rocks stood straight up, the calls were inconsistent. The Overwhelming was in fact pretty much intact, no way of avoiding that now. We walked down the street next to ours and vanished into a different place altogether, I still wondered if the moments would count, as many as they were, they were forgotten the second it happened, yet, we never really could. It trailed over to conversations, mingling the tender, desperate struggle to say something, but they never once turned to us for more than a minute at most, and at that, hardly ever listening.
There, for a thought, it appeared, but why it comes and goes, the surety of it is sadly, unclear. Marc came up with this...
"Cause im not afraid to love, for the first time i'm not afraid to love."
Trailing, yes, the confusion was finally here and it made us feel so, what was the word? It made us, no, me, wander. Wandering. The gentle tick-tock of time, making me fade away with each pasing moment.
Maybe i'll take a walk down that lane again, maybe the answers are there this time. But she'd rather stay than go, what's in between, that, my sweet, is your mysterious secret.
Went and came back, it was still pretty much the same. The rocks stood straight up, the calls were inconsistent. The Overwhelming was in fact pretty much intact, no way of avoiding that now. We walked down the street next to ours and vanished into a different place altogether, I still wondered if the moments would count, as many as they were, they were forgotten the second it happened, yet, we never really could. It trailed over to conversations, mingling the tender, desperate struggle to say something, but they never once turned to us for more than a minute at most, and at that, hardly ever listening.
There, for a thought, it appeared, but why it comes and goes, the surety of it is sadly, unclear. Marc came up with this...
"Cause im not afraid to love, for the first time i'm not afraid to love."
Trailing, yes, the confusion was finally here and it made us feel so, what was the word? It made us, no, me, wander. Wandering. The gentle tick-tock of time, making me fade away with each pasing moment.
Maybe i'll take a walk down that lane again, maybe the answers are there this time. But she'd rather stay than go, what's in between, that, my sweet, is your mysterious secret.
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