Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Aramus / The Rationale of Tearing

Under the surface of the potters creation rocks on new found war
I plant my feet again and push outwards in the creation of a realm singular
I am Aramus, vainly wearing the gloves of logic
Exploding with the power of betrayal and dying

In my care, you are warm
In your suckling, you are secure
In my arms, you are protected
And in the darkness, I've become unknown

One is not be traded for another, for where a thing is spoken, it must be done
And how is it that I say this, in the aeon of the rod, and the rage of the potter?
I am plauged by the vision of detail
I could've suckled you for an eternity, but disparate utterance betrays you

I am Aramus, bristling with anger, and torn with conflict
For I am that nurturing soul
Arms open, elbows bending for embrace, and lips reassuring
Rejected by temerity and betrayed by the foolishness of logical ends

In my care, you are warm
In your suckling, you are secure
In my arms, you are protected
And in the darkness, I've become unknown

Love just one!
Gird your bond with singular intent and protect those reactions
We are our own enemies
When our bonding is not guided or constrained

In my care, you are warm
In your suckling, you are secure
In my arms, you are protected
And in the darkness, I've become unknown
Shrinking away from you surely
Further removed everyday
behind a facade of absolute care
Till one day there is nothing there

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

türkçe çevirisi: ve benim dünyam her zaman olacaktır.

BDKR said...

Ben bencil bir hayalperest mi?