Dream Traveler's Log 1

Come with me child and take my hand
I will show you my strange land
Where nothing in quite what it seems
Here within the land of dreams

The people are free but their faces stitched
Eyes that don't see and brains that are ditched
The flowers are pretty and smell real sweet
But the odor and fumes in your nose they eat
The houses are slanted and held up by lies
The rivers are filled with pain and heartfelt cries
The animals are angry and eat our young
But we destroyed their homes what'd done is done
This land is not magic not made of hope
This land is your hookers, thieves, and dope
This is the land of your own making
From the dreams and the lives of the people your taking

This is your twilight.

Robert Fox ♥

Come with me and take my hand
I shall show you my magic land
Where nothing is quite what it seems
Here inside the land of dreams

The water glitters from side to side
Like smiles from a happy bride
Secrets to your ears I confide
The kind deep kept ones I hide
The whisper of soft sayings in your ears
My comforting grasp soothing your fears
My shoulder for crying all your tears
Holding you while the end draws high
Our lives happy spent our souls will fly

Robert Fox ♥

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I'm Tired

I'm tired of starting the day without you.
I'm tired of waiting for the call that never comes.
I'm tired of coming home to an empty house.
I'm tired of sleeping alone.
I'm tired of having no one to tuck in at night.
I'm tired of seeing happy families.
I'm so tired of feeling alone.
I'm so very tired of hearing this too shall pass.

When someone we loves dies, we are left to endure so many things. Their death is the big obvious one, but slowly we realize that there is more...like the thousand and one reminders that our special person died each time we return-alone-for the first time to a place or experience we once shared. And like the no-matter-how-well-intentioned-ridiculous things that people say to us that only make us feel more alone and less understood.
Everyone around us still seems to have places to go and things to do, while our world has either stopped or spun mercilessly out of control. We no longer understand people's need to hurry. What are they hurring to, their own deaths? We no longer have the energy or desire to hurry; time for us changed with the death of our loved one.
In time, when my broken heart has begun to men, though I may still be "tired of", I may also say:

I'm so glad for every day we had.
Thinking of you makes me smile.
I feel your presence with me everywhere.
I know now that death cannot really take you away from me.
I will live ni ways to make you proud.
Life is good; Let me live.

By Deb Kosmer

The Wildwoods

Ancient Spirits wise and old
Hidden secrets never told
Mystic symbols carved in oak
Faces in the sacred smoke
Forest dark and magic white
Words of power, spells of light
Cast the circle, light the flame
Call the powers in the old God's name
Aradia the Mother bright
Queens and Priestess of the night
Hunter Herne and Jack o'the green
Ate watching hidden and unseen
There's magic in the sacred ground
So draw protection all around
The moon is bright, the magic strong
The witch wind whispers fair song
Cast the circle, light the flame
Call the powers in the old God's name
But from the paths you must stray never
Oh the wildwoods will keep you forever.


L.R.

雨 (Rain)

Rokugastu no uso me no mae no hontou
Sepia ni shimaikomu
Yorisou to ka nukumori to ka
Wakaranaku natteta

"Kimi wa shitori de keiki da kara...ne"to
Oshitsukete sayonara
Son tagui no kiyaume nara
Kikiakita hazu na no ni

Nariyamanai youshanai omoidetachi wa
Yurushitekuresou ni mo nai
Me wo tojreba ikioi wa masu bakari de
Toomaki de kimi ga wara

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Nigeba no nai boku wo erabu no

Yatto mitsuketa atarashii asa wa
Tsukihi ga jama osuru
Mukau saki wa "tsugi" ja nakute
"Sugi"bakari oikaketa

Nagusame kara kikkake wo kureta kimi to
Urameshiku kowagari na boku
Sorosoro ka na tesaguri tsukarete hoho wo
Kattou ga koboreochiru

Kako wo shiritagaranai hitomi
Arainagashitekureru yubi
Yasashii hohaba de iyasu kuzuato
Todokisou de todokanai kyori

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Tsutsumarete ii ka na

Ame wa yamo koto wo shirazo ni
Kyou mo furitsuzuku keredo
Sotto sashidashita kasa no naka de
Nukumori ni yorisoinagara


This song is entirely japanese. I am still working on translating it into english.

Exerpt from the Japanese song Rain

Japanese:
Yatto mitsuketa atarashii asa wa
Tsukihi ga jama wo suru
Makau saki wa tsugi janakute
Sugi kakari oikaketa

Nariyamanai yousha nai omoidetachi wa
Yurushite kuresou ni mo nai

Sorosoro ka na tesaguri tsukarete hoho wo
Kattou ga koboreochiru

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Tsutsumarete ii ka na

Ame wa yamo koto wo shirazu ni
Kyou mo furitsuzuku keredo
Sotto sashidashita kasa no naka de
Nukumori ni yorisoinagara


English:
We've finally found the new morning
It's hindered by days gone by
It is not the future that we turned to chase
All we pursue is the past

These relentless memories won't stop ringing in my head
They won't seem to forgive me

Isn't it about time for these tears of conflict
To brim and fall down my tired cheeks?

I wonder when the rain will stop?
It's been cold for the longest time
Whey does the rain choose to fall on me?
Should I loose myself to it?

The rain does not know how to stop
It continues to fall as always
While, in the umbrella you gently held out to me
I snuggle towards your warmth


PS I haven't found out who the singer is but when I do I'll post it.