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Shadowwork
Darling make up your mind
Eyeshades are making you blind
The past is chasing behind
Take them off if you don't mind
Sunlight may be too bright
Still darkness is not so right
To look back for a second you might...
But never drop down alright
/Mari*Uri/
The Queen Is Dead
Oh, vii mind tagasi kalli vana Blighty juurde
Pange mind rongile Londoni linna
Vii mind kuhugi
Viska mind kuhugi
Liverpooli, Leedsi või Birminghami
Aga ma ei hooli
Ma tahaks näha -
Ma ei õnnista neid
(Hüvasti) Selle maa kõledatele soodele
Vibulaskjate vahele nagu metssiga
Tema Madalus, pea troppis
Mul on tõesti kahju, aga see kõlab imelise asjana
Ma ütlen: "Charles, kas sa ei ihalda kunagi
Ilmuda Daily Mail'i esilehel,
kandes oma ema pulmaloori?"
(Oi oh oh oi)
Ja nii ma kontrollisin kõiki salvestatud ajaloolisi fakte
Ja ma olin šokeeritud, kui selle leidsin
Nag .....
Meet Me in the Middle
Meet me in the middle
And I'll show you
The tiny things how I really
Get to know you
You've carried half of
Heavy weight for me
But there's light and lightness
Which isn't hard to see
You get to feel
It through
The must and matter
You cannot see it
While you work or chatter
You have to stay
Quite still and leave it
Just to me
You have to wonder
Where this middle place
Could be
/Mari*Uri/
Stillness Speaks
Stillness speaks...
It's cold and windy
Sun is silent
Up in sky
People are
In hiding mode
While birds forgetting
How to fly...
I am here
So white and warm
Wakened eyes
And open heart
Watching how
The light is born
And feeling...
We are not apart
/Mari*Uri/
ONE HAPPY DAY
I have seen the darkness
Very closely -
Blurry eyes, poor vision, empty sight...
I have done a loving act from distance,
Far remotely...
Now the very darkness seems so
Freaking bright...
I want my Baby walking by me
Hand in hand,
Would like to show and teach him ways
The life is beautiful...
And wish one happy day he makes
The safest land',
Still remembering the flight and
Steps on cloudy sand
So colourful<3
/Mari*Uri/
Christmas Greetings 1941
I walk the silent, Christmas-snowy path,
that goes across the homeland in its suffering.
At each doorstep I would like to bend my knee:
there is no house without mourning.
The spark of anger flickers in sorrow's ashes,
the mind is hard with anger, with pain tender:
there is no way of being pure as Christmas
on this white, pure-as-Christmas path.
Alas, to have to live such stony instants,
to carry on one's heart a coffin lid!
Not even tears will come any more -
that gift of mercy has run out as well.
I'm like someone rowing backwards:
eyes permanently set on past -
backwards, yes - yet reach .....
Meant To Be
I am not a mountain top
Reaching towards the sky
I am not a fountain drop
Watering what's dry
I am not a birch tree branch
With birds and buds on braids
I am not an ocean tide
Creating giant waves
I am silent, deep and slow
I am not that big
I'm a root of dark and light
You have to feel and dig
I am silent, deep and slow
I am not that wide
I'm a root of dark and light
And love
That's meant to hide
/Mari*Uri/
In the end
In the eve
of all my days
I will leave
will stop my ways
Where to go
what will be next
noone knows
no written text
But inside me
is my belief
is solid strong
that we will see
But now they're waiting
holding breath
but they are waiting
where I belong
My life was gift
my death is way
please let me drift
please let me go
Oh you still have
some words to say
say them please
and let me go
I will go
and you will stay
no need to cry
no need for pray
At the end
of all my nights
need no tears
just memorize
Once a year
turn little lights
please dont send
me m .....
In the nights
in the bottom of all nights
almost without any lights
i can see you but no clear
i definitely like i swear
i like your body outline shades
if i only find that trades
i wish more - i think its tough
i dont feel you close enough
eager voice without the fake
said "cant wait- dont think just take"
then we laid just with no clothes
with no meaning- with no proud
in the middle of next day
we have bearly something say
in the other hand i know
darkness brings us other show
midnight means us simple wishes
simple you and me and flight
just a body heat and kisses
just surrend .....
I wear darkness
i wear something dark in heart
even deeper than your will
you can try but never hurt
you cant touch it- dont have skill
why you wilful still have hope
i cant be no more precise
i have only way down slope
you're the victim i'm the price
in my darkest shade of soul
there is hidden all my faith
trying read it biggest foul
try to understand not hate
above the level of the sea
above my deepest place of dark
i can plant another me
i can grow another heart
all your patenty in life
gives me sometimes short belief
darkful soul contain some light
darkness dives more even deep .....
Question
We saw those berries, over-ripe and glowing,
in weak and tepid light of the October sun
persisting red as blood, in right full-growing,
without much inkling of the winter clouds to come.
And then a wind-gust brushed those heavy bunches:
and some of them burst, falling to the ground
on wilted grass, soon after, under branches
gold leaves with purple berries lay around.
And hand in hand we walked uphill together
and pushed by the capricious wind's bad weather,
eye to eye, as in anxiety, we asked:
our love's moist, joyful red in present flowering,
will life's wind carry it away, devouring,
or .....
— Marie UnderIn the shadows
I'we lived in shadows,
all my life.
I'we waited light,
to shine so bright.
To cast the veil,
from my dark life.
And lift me up,
to see the light.
I might seem cruel.
And out of mind.
I might have claws.
That tare your kind.
But even when,
there is but night.
A light will shine.
Through all that hate.
Your touch, your skin,
your glow without sin.
Your beauty,
that comes from within.
It heals my wounds.
It clears my skin.
It takes me up.
To shine my sins.
Have a little self-discussion..
When you sit in your dark, silent room,
thinking you've failed everyone around you.
You may lose the light which guides you home,
or the person who gives you what you know.
How do you manage to hide your scars,
your face and red eyes from your dad/mom?
They love you more than words can say,
or is one of them who's tearing you away?
There's always a way out of this place
darker than the ebony black ground.
It's called life within the reality checks,
Is it much harder than it sounds?
No, it's not. You just have to believe.
But how, when everything is so unsteady?
Listen, th .....
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye