The Badman

The badman hurts you and puts you down

to kill you, to make you suffer

for some sin

for some act committed

and isn't satisfied

until he crushes you

and makes you bleed

that's the badman's creed.

the badman rapes and steals

and throws fiery darts when you play the harp

the strings and arrows

in front of you-the foes

No matter where you run, the badman follows

feeds@yuku.com (eaglelady11) http://kdlang.org/topic/2359 Sun, 05 Sep 2010 19:13:13 PST http://kdlang.org/topic/2343/If-you-cant-see-my-mirrors-I-can-t-see-you If you can’t see my mirrors

I can’t see you

If you can’t see my mirrors

I can’t see you

Because I am so self-absorbed

I only see the reflection

The image I try to keep and you never get close to the real me

You reach out and touch

But there is only glass

and you can’t even tell there’s a smoke screen

to keep you from seeing clearly.

if you get too close

I shatter

they said
what's wrong with you
why can't you climb the trees

I said because
I'm a fish
I sail the seas

they said
what's your problem
do you have a disease

I said
no, I'm a fish
I swim in the seas

they said
we have to punish you
because you can't climb the trees
but I kept telling them
I'm a fish
I swim in the seas

they said
you have to climb just like us
up the trees

I finally told them
stop hurting me please

they said
you need to bow down to us
get on your knees

I told them
I'm a fish
I don’t have any knees

... ]]> feeds@yuku.com (eaglelady11) http://kdlang.org/topic/2342 Thu, 15 Jul 2010 22:46:54 PST http://kdlang.org/topic/2341/Je-ne-Suis-Jamais-Seule-avec-ma-solitude-French-and-English- Je ne suis jamais seule dans ma solitude

Je ne suis jamais seule dans ma solitude
Quelquefois, de temps en temps, tard le soir
Je la ressens autour de moi
J'entends battre son coeur

[I am never alone in my solitude
Sometimes, from time to time, late at night
I feel her around me
I hear her heart beat]

Non, je ne suis jamais seule dans ma solitude

Des fois, elle me quitte
Et je me sens seule
Puis je me souviens
De sa présence
Qui m'entoure
Non, je ne suis jamais seule

[At times, she leaves me
And I feel alone
Then I remember
Her presence
Which surrounds me
No, I am never alone]

It’s alarming

To think these thoughts

and get into lots of trouble.

The weaving

the webbing

the deceiving

the delving

into regions

I never knew I had

Afterwards,

I am sad

and cry

and sigh

and think the thoughts

that get me into lots of trouble.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.