<font face="CAC One Seventy"> ~*~ Ven Gejst ~*~

~~ Ven Gejst ~~

I seem to change with every setting sun A lonesome traveler looking out for #1 They say I’m selfish cuz I keep it all inside… I seem to give in but I never break Been the wise in the words and the miss in mistake They say it’s strange that I keep the smiles to myself… I carry around a lonely, rising sun Born on the wind to noone You were the faithful sight on that fateful night You carried my words when I couldn’t use them…. –C. ’95

~*~ This Storm is Mine ~*~

You don’t see me as anything but yesterday’s burning bridge You don’t see me as anything but last night’s fading lights You can’t see me as anything but a betrayal unfounded You can’t see me anything but the darkest eyes on the darkest night… You won’t see me as anything but footprints to nowhere You won’t see me as anything but the last great circumstance I don’t see you as anything but a sunken crystal ship I don’t see you as anything but roses turning to dust… I don’t see you as anything but the last murder of my heart I can’t see you as anything but a silence in a crowd I won’t see you as anything but the never ending twilight I won’t see you as anything but a smoke filled subway… The velvet side of sandpaper is what I’m living in Beauty worn like camouflage And I’ve taken Death wouldn’t be s cruel But it’s all I have left of you… Your rain has left me blind This storm is mine…. –C. ’95

The gorgeous lightning photo above is courtesy of Dave "Stormguy" Crowley

~*~ When I Was Beautiful ~*~

Heroes… are they plastic or divine Rumours… are they a comforting waste of time I can stand above a million eyes of a millions stars I can live under a hundred hells & a hundred scars When I was beautiful, I was a side show When I was beautiful, I was the mind you never knew you had When I was beautiful, I was the clown, the lost, the sad… Heroes… are they portraits or penalties Rumours…. Are they excuses for stale company I can stand alone with the drama sons & tragically cry I can be hard but it’s tough to be tough in tough times… When I was beautiful, I was a mentor When I was beautiful, I was everyone’s crime but mine When I was beautiful, I was a cynic When I was beautiful, I was a believer in nothing When I was beautiful, I was the world’s greatest imitator of reality… -C. 6/95

~*~ Heart Murder ~*~

Last night the blackest sky came crashing downward A time I wished I’d fall & fade away He said they seemed like perfect company I’d never thought I’d live to see the day… All my life I’ve been mistreated Little lost-riding-hood This tragic destination was all I understood And I never cared what people said But I left that jewel behind… Well I guess you lost my address & my number Or maybe it’s well-hidden in your head Lately I’ve been thinking about yesterday But my bright tomorrows turned up dead… It doesn’t matter where you’ve been when you were passing through But did it take too long for me to say what I needed to? And if this fairytale is true to life Is there any good in the goodbyes?… And the pieces to this puzzle are scattered before my eyes 2 of them are you and me And silence is disguise And wishes seem so easy to come by But can drowning pennies ever change your mind?… And I’m standing here With my heart on the floor We were heroes of nothing but you were something I could’ve lived for….. –C. ’95

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