Siempre

cómo decir que me parte en mil
las esquinitas de mis huesos
que han caído los esquemas de mi vida
ahora que todo era perfecto
y algo más que eso
me sorbiste el seso y me decían del peso
de este cuerpecito mío
que se ha convertío en río
de este cuerpecito mío
que se ha convertío en río

Me

me cuesta abrir los ojos
y lo hago poco a poco
no sea que aún te encuentre cerca
me guardo tu recuerdo
como el mejor secreto
que dulce fue tenerte dentro

hay un trozo de luz
en esta oscuridad
para prestarme calma
el tiempo todo calma
la tempestad y la calma
el tiempo todo calma
la tempestad y la calma

Quedará

siempre me quedará
la voz suave del mar
volver a respirar
la lluvia que caerá
sobre este cuerpo y mojará
la flor que crece en mi
y volver a reír
y cada día un instante
volver a pensar en ti
en la voz suave del mar
en volver a respirar
la lluvia que caerá
sobre este cuerpo y mojará
la flor que crece en mi
y volver a reír
y cada día un instante
volver a pensar en ti

Bebe

Ladies & Gentlemen...

PETER VON POEHL

Going To Where

i fell just before
i don't know why
just couldn't walk anymore
something in my way
now my steps are smaller
a little smaller

than before

so i will go to where
the tea trees turn to wine
i'll be just fine
it takes a believer

sometimes

The Tea Trees Are

so i will go
to where the tea trees are
climbing over question marks
need to straighten some out
take them off my shoulder
put some space between

so i will go to where
the tea trees turn to wine
i'll be just fine
it takes a believer

sometimes

Peter Von Poehl

The Story

whatever happened
to the great escape
the finest enemy
crafted with pride
by monsters on the train
the world is great

to suckers

we have the story
of the impossible
a tale passed on so frail
one of make-belief
maybe impossible

to achieve
and really close

who sew the lion's
hungry in the cage
with the confidance
of a clown
the little man
who rises on the stage
as he falls
without a safety net

Of The Impossible

we have the story
of the impossible
a tale passed on so frail
one of make-belief
maybe impossible

to achieve
and really close

whatever happened
to the great escape
and all the plans we make
crafted with pride
by monsters on the train
the world is great

to suckers

we have the story
of the impossible
a tale passed on so frail
one of make-belief
maybe impossible

to achieve
but oh, so close

Peter Von Poehl

The Bell

tactfuland
discreet
the bell
tolls five

still raining
outside
the bell
tolls five

Tolls Five

still hard
to confine
the bell
tolls five

how much
have we lost
the bell
tolls five

so shall
we go home
the bell
tolls five

Peter Von Poehl

Sometimes Beautiful Things Happen... /// :)

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[ THANKS, DREW ]

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i wish you the best

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[ D. BIDDLE ]

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I Miss

i bury myself
in the leaves to sleep
the sun so strong and rage so deep
i keep waking to find
i've been dreaming again
and the sound of the ocean

is not a plane
.

and far away
they talk about me in newspaper columns
they write about me round dinner tables
and cocktail parties, i'm a heroine
and a tragic figure, i'm a heroine
as i'm lying here
beneath my sky

and sometimes
sometimes i cry, sometimes
sometimes i wonder
why we're always coming down
and why we need to touch the ground
and why i didn't keep on heading
right on up to heaven
i miss my sky

My

here from below
the clouds are shadows
not the golden mountains
i used to fly through
here from below
the sky's a painting
in a child's room
with the future waiting
but not for me

i look up at the birds
flying overhead my sentinel's true
but the signals dead
it's been 500 days of hope and sorrow
500 nights with no tomorrow
and the poetry and the best of me
and the heart and the spirit
and the sex of me
all fell into the azure sea

in the tailspin
with the last of me
and my wings and my song
all that i knew is dead and gone
i'm weak and tired
but my will is strong
and my hope lives on
my hope lives on

Sky

but sometimes
sometimes i cry
sometimes
sometimes i wonder
why we're always
coming down
why we need to
touch the ground
Why i didn't
keep on heading
right on
up to heaven
i miss my sky

i miss my sky

Heather Nova /// *

Like

once i thought i saw you
in a crowded hazy bar
dancing on the light
from star to star
far across the moonbeam
i know that's who you are
i saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire

you are like a hurricane
there's calm in your eye
and i'm gettin' blown away
to somewhere safer
where the feeling stays
i want to love you
but i'm getting blown away