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Wednesday, 09 September 2009

  • When We Were Young

    Into the night we sing,
    our heads turning to the sky where the planets spin
    And its hard to tell if we’re on the right track home

    Silhouettes line the streets as we walk
    And talk of the times.  We are
    Plain high off life and the sparks of love

    Stars collide, angels cry, while we keep flying high
    Gaining speed as tomorrow comes to fade
    Those days when we were young

    Heaven knows how long we wasted all those hours
    But who gives a damn if we lay here and sing our songs of freedom

    Oh can you hear it?
    Those songs of freedom?
    How they echo through the night?

    Stars collide, angels cry, while we keep flying high
    Gaining speed while tomorrow comes to fade
    Those days when we were young

    But now we’re getting old,
    So those memories corrode till they’re trapped
    In the colors of a dream
    In the colors of a dream
    In the colors of a dream

    ~CM

Tuesday, 30 December 2008


  • Its been a while since I've written on here, or written anything in general.  Its not that I lost my muse, but I suppose I'm just too busy discovering for myself what life is about.  Time is constantly ticking at our ears, it ages us, it sculpts us.  Therefore I suppose its just our responsibility to cherish the moments we have, to create moments that have not transpired, to remember moments that have past. 

Sunday, 26 October 2008


  • Though the hour fades, fade not my heart
    Into the darkness of the world,
    For love still pulls stubborn sinews
    Like farmers in the fields at dawn.
    The child from within me gasps
    When colors streak across the sky,
    Dancing over azure seas
    And flying all the while.
    Some days my eyes may water
    With the sights of days I had not lived,
    But I'll just wash away the moisture
    And keep on living for a dream;
    I'll find a way.

    ~CM


Tuesday, 16 September 2008


  • Tomorrow Is A Long Time

    Walking on a faulty line
    As your shadow sulks behind you,
    You take a breath that echoes
    Past those dim lit candles in the sky.
    The dogs outside start barking
    In a symphony of cacophony:
    Dancing notes and sailing boats
    All rocking in frustration.
    You sip some wine from a half-filled cup
    Only to find the taste has faded,
    No old cuisine remains within
    Except those memories inside:
    Small drips of time now passing by.
    Beneath your feet you feel the heat
    Of a deflowered planet slowly dying
    From the potpourri of negligence
    That spreads across the seven seas.
    With dreams in hand you stop to think
    Of how the hours seem to flow,
    Till once again you stumble on
    In search of a tomorrow.

    ~CM


Monday, 11 August 2008


  • Dreaming Again

    I sit now dreaming once again, feeding those paintings which swarm the universe of my mind, be they rare or the more common artifacts of the world: past, present, future, and the endless torments of love.  Where do the dreamers turn to when all guises of the known disappear?  Moon and stars may seem to gaze forever, but who is to know when they too disappear into the abyss of tomorrow?  Again my electric thoughts dominate the senses: sight and sound fading behind those images of blue, lights painting the embers of an illusion.  Even as thunder strikes the pillars of Babylon, the dreamer wades among the waters of his own heart, shielded from the blindness of reality.  Despite the burden of the world we carry forth on our shoulders, perhaps it is within the heart that sanctuary lies, where peace is found within the simple colors of a dream.

    ~CM