Vinter igen
Objuden men inte oväntad
Lägger sin mjuka, stränga hand över vårens fromma förhoppningar
Och viskar: de e je som bestäm
Winter again
Uninvited but not unexpected
Lays it’s soft, brutal hand over the fallowing Spring
Whispering: Who yo mamma?
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Owen Laws
You only live once they say
But you know that isn’t true.
Second chances come our way
We get to love another day
Sometimes we get a clue.
We learn to give more than we take
And fix the things we break.
We learn to forgive instead of hate
And give more than our due.
You only live once they say
But that’s just so not true.
‘Cause I’m gonna live a thousand lives
And every one with you.
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To Angelina, my best friend and lover
Cary me
And I’ll carry you
Dream together
Be born anew
Speak to me
And I’ll speak to you
Meet together
Two points of view
See me
And I’ll see you
Catch our breath
Without a clue
Hear me
And I’ll hear you
Weigh the balance
Tally the due
Hold me
And I’ll hold you
No tomorrow
A chosen few
Take me
And I’ll take you
Give our all
Be born anew.
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Inspirerad av en fin mini jazzkonsert av Modus Vivendi vid Östersunds teaterförenings (ÖTF) årsmöte tidigare i kväll. Jag flög bort ett tag…
I’m lost in a sea of love
And everybody dear to me
Is struggling in the undertow
Of broken promises and fading dreams
Trying to make the best of things
Hanging on for dear life
Clinging to what really matters
In the flotsam and jetsam of my life
Sometimes I get a fleeting glimpse
Wow! “That’s just the way I pictured it!”
Then, moving on, distracted
And it’s gone, just out of reach, slipping away in the current
I wander and wait
Hope and explain
Love with all my heart
Trying not to blink
Trying, always trying
To set things right
Swimming against the current
Trying, with all my might
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Nightly distractions
A reason to not turn off the light
Is there something in the darkness
That pushes me away?
I love to sleep
But for the slipping away…
I yearn for the peace of oblivion
The quiet sigh of a closing eye
To let go without surrender
To be free and at peace with the night.
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Inspired by Tom Quontamatteo’s Emptiness That Plays So Rough
If you were a day
The sun would be setting
Bright, red and firery
Old and new
If you were a day
If you were the night
The stars would be your eyes
Patient and true
No going back
If you were the night
If I had my way
There would be no tomorrow
Just the curve of your back
Your hand in mine
If I had my way
If you were the sky
Eagles would fly there
Circling, waiting
Biding their time
If you were the sky
If you were a dream
I would be your awakening
A soft kiss in the morning
Whispering you back to earth
If you were a dream
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Owen Laws
Till Angelina. Jag vaknade mitt i natten med dig i famnen och dikten i huvudet. Det gick inte att somna om, var bara att kliva upp och ta vara på den.
Empty footsteps on a lonely trail
Promising hope and painful shadow
Darkness leaves a yearning wail
Pulsing and burning to the marrow
Heaven calls – to no avail
Absolution clouds the midnight hour
Earth beckons with a hollow stare
Engulfing all in pointless power
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Owen Laws
We call your name in times of grief
Appeal, in times of war
With waring eyes we scan the skies
Too frightened to admit our lies
Too proud to feel remorse
With every aching moment here
With every desperate prayer
We draw the line and feign surprise
Too late to learn from our mistakes
To tired to even care
We need your strength when weak, when strong
You guide us straight and true
Throughout our lives, throughout all times
You never deem to compromise
Our faith is born anew.
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If we were to walk together
Where would we go?
Would we take the high road
Dance together in the moonlight
On the slopes, up there, looking down?
Would we feel the breeze – really feel the breeze – through our hair, our fingers, over our ears?
Cold, so we know we’re alive?
Would we lean over the edge, hand in hand, and dare the wind to let up, to let us fall?
Would we challenge the night
Would we lay by the fire, licking the flames with our eyes
And dare the stars to ease our pain?
Would we fan the flames?
Give in to temptation
Chase the waves
Laugh at the stars and embrace the Northern Lights – really embrace, not just with tentatively outstretched fingers
but with our whole arms, our smiles
All our lonely memories?
If we were to die together, how would we know?
If the road we had walked was the one – really the one
Our road, our slope, our fire, our night?
If the stars had danced for us, if the Northern Lights had been our silver curtain?
If we were to sleep together – really sleep,
that kind of sleep where I fall asleep on your shoulder and you dream of me
And in the morning I try to wake up but you let me sleep on, so you can sleep on
And when we wake up it’s a new day – really new, not just a new version of an old day –
If we were to sleep together, would you still respect me in the morning?
The late morning, because we really – you know – slept?
If we were to walk together, up that road, where would we go?
If we never did, would we ever know?
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Owen Laws
Till Angelina.
Påbörjad under och inspirerad av en oväntad jazzkonsert med Nacka Forum, på Gamla Tingshuset i Östersund, tillsammans med Mats Blid. Tack Mats för tipset 🙂
Are you ready to fly?
Leave your dreams behind
Out in the big wide world
Without a cry?
Taking leave of your senses
Time is just a dream
Always on the move
Life is not what it seems
Are you ready to try?
Leaving the miles behind
Stars in your eyes
Never knowing why?
Taking leave of your senses
Time is just a dream
Always on the move
Life is not what it seems
Are you tired of the fire?
The flames, the high wire
Licking at your feet
Like a virtual pyre?
Taking leave of your senses
Time is but a dream
Always on the move
Life is not what it seems
Are you burning with desire?
The heat, the ocean tide
Sweeping away uncertainty
Letting go, reaching higher?
Taking hold of your senses
You have all the time you need
Always on the move
Life is greater than it seems
Are you ready to fly?
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