i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion / The soul music for the slaves that the youth is missin’ / This is more than just my road to redemption / Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention / As long as I’m in polos they think they got me / But they would try to crack me if they ever see a black me [“gorgeous” from my beautiful dark twisted fantasy]
[this is said to be audrey hepburn’s favorite poem.]
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain, It’s ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time: You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell- Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you The love of all man’s days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours – And the songs of every poet past and forever.
My mind is racing But it wont come out Try to breathe but I’m suffocating Just be me but it’s complicated I wanna tell you who I am, where I’m from, where I go when I wanna be alone I want you to know me better Once I get my thoughts together Should be so easy to tell you how I’m feeling But I cant stop stuttering Stuttering, stuttering da da, stuttering doo doo doo doo whoa stuttering I ain’t usually lost for words This is got to be a first And I’m startin’ to think you are why I’m stu-stu-stu-stuttering