...Those are the hands that play the keys of a piano that may never reach anyone at all. One which the puppet master casts into shadow because what is played is honest and not bound by their strict lines. There are no right notes to play than those which are ugly and raw...
Somewhere,
Someone has turned my thoughts
Into nightmares.
Somehow their words
Are now my own, and I’m sure
They can take all I know
And break it to pieces,
They can take all I know.
Somewhere,
Someone is on the run
With my true self,
Leaving a shadow on my wall.
Somehow the wounds are always there
In the mirror,
Somehow the horror never stops,
And I’m sure
You can take all I know
And break it to…
Take a deep breath with closed eyes. When you open them take a deep breath once more.
Forget the land. There are no deserts, mountains, rainforests or jungles. There are no tectonic plates to birth earthquakes, no volcanoes or even beaches because there is no water nor flames.
Forget the water. No rivers or oceans, lakes or ponds. So of course, there are no reptiles or bugs or fish! There is no place for any organism, bacteria are an old joke, not a single particle remains.
Imagine instead your own world deep within your consciousness. What does that look like? Allow me to share mine:
Within me there is water. Within me there is a raging river which is my life, my essence, it is my self. There is a current that overtakes me and I must learn to lay down in it. Onto the rocky bottom of this stream-of-self which can swallow me whole at any moment unnoticed. And I have to learn to become it-embrace it. I must lay with myself and allow the water to roll over me. Around me. Through me. I must allow it to move me and must master the art of letting it push and pull me until I become the current that carves me into a masterpiece. I learn to slow it when I need time to rest and to excite it again when I am ready to press forward. I feel it like a blow in the head, it heals me.
To be so truly one with yourself, to hurt and then nurture yourself, and to make home in all the crevices and layers of your being; that is what grounds you to the earth which you allow yourself to outwardly exist.
There is an entire world within you, this one we are standing in is merely a layer of that which we allow ourselves to feel grounded to. Yet a river, and ocean, an entire galaxy exists within you simultaneously.
They try to make us forget. They to bind us to tame us and make us feel small. We are none of those things. Pay attention to your inner world; they only have as much power as you allow them to.
after almost 10 years of being inactive Stream Of Passion have returned with their new song The Hunter!
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the song is so beautiful, sounding just like classic SOP in all their symphonic prog metal goodness! Marcela sounds beautiful with her haunting angelic voice!
I'm so happy for Marcela after beating cancer's ass & coming back stronger than ever!
the band will be releasing a new EP "Beautiful Warrior" that will contain 5 brand new songs!!! it will be out Sep 9 of this year!
I've missed this band so much! I'm so excited! 🖤💖💛
Turn loose the demons
That control your ways;
Unleash your anger,
What are you waiting for.
Come on, my dear,
I can take the blow;
Blame it all on me,
What are you waiting for?
Feed on the years
Of unmeasured pain;
Burn every letter (oh, how we’ve done you wrong).
Connect the pieces of a master plan,
Blame me for every flaw,
What are you waiting for?
It’s my fault; it’s my own fault…
We loved…
not like one of those run back the time, surreal montages that plays back the last 7 years of our lives and then for some reason drops us in whatever moment suits us best.
but like a real start over, i want honeymoon phases that lasts for a lifetime and texts waiting for my reply before i can even walk out the door for work. like a real start over. goodnight kisses that turns into goodnight sex that turns into goodnight cuddles that goes full circle back to goodnight kisses.
like a real one ya know? the one when you wake me up before you go go, no matter how late or early. let me whine for you to stay a little while longer even though i’m enjoying every step of being behind you. let me taste you on my tongue before you walk out into the world so that even though your legs are shaking from when i pulled you back into bed for a quick snack before breakfast, in the forefront of your mind you know and feel me waiting for your return.
like a real start over; where the ‘arguments’ is just our passion showing. where the tears are happy and the hugs are tighter than the jeans you wear that make it hard for me to keep my hands off you, ya know the ones, from holister that i like?
let me relax you after work, let me rub your legs and shoulders first while i build up the courage to rub your feet because i know that’s where it hurts the most. let me run the shower hot as i undress you while kissing every part of your body.
your magnificent body, full of power and greatness. the one you sacrificed to bring our kids into this world safely, even though you suffered many battle scars, let me sacrifice mine as protection, like a shield of armor prepared for battle stamped with a crest that binds us together like night n day, like the sun n moon. Because if you are the giver of light then i am darkness that brings shadows to let you know that everything isn’t exactly what it seems. And if i am the light i am here to bring back the brightness so your days are never dark for long. like a real start over, ya know?
like the one where we feel our souls tie up and we slow down time just to feel every string intertwine like a ball of yarn when you pull from the wrong side; like a real one, ya know?
like fuck the rewind button, just stop and play it from the beginning like a movie we fell asleep on the couch to a quarter of the way through and woke up as soon as the credits start rolling. a real one.
i hope you get the idea but if not i can keep going, i can keep typing. i can, i can delete the whole thread and start over, ya know like a real one. just let me know.