Kalafina

I came across this beautiful Japanese group today and wanted to share them with all of you.


Kalafina Storia PV from KunGVIP on Vimeo.

The post from the 18th of this month was a song I wrote for a band that was considering taking me on as their vocalist. I worked very hard on it and they loved it but then they told me they didn't want me in the band. Their reasoning was something about how I didn't fit their sound. The band was very new and still in its formative stages. They want a stereotypical sounding vocalist. Someone who can sound raspy and badass when talking to rhythm and emo when they sing. Doesn't anyone want something unique so they can rise above the local scene? I'm losing heart.

Divine Justice

You will understand the universe
You are better than the populace
Isn't it sad that they aren't like you?
They just can't see truth
Aren't you glad to be one of us?

Free, Free from your deceit
No longer walking blind
When you judge and criticize
Do you feel better?
Breathe, the air that drinks so sweet
I reject your toxic touch

In the mirror I can see my life in reverse
Nature, Nurture, Knowledge, Providence
Many factors shaped what I have become
It wasn't just one
Existence, the experience

Fin

You whisper loudly at my heart's door.
An end would be so sweet.
Dip myself into nothingness.
Shake til I am numb.
Eyes.
Empty, unfocused windows.
Face.
Statuesquely solemn.
I feel nothing but the tickle of tears.
See nothing but a liquid blur.
Wish for nothing
But to curl up and fade
Like a lily in the sun.

The Squirmy Urchin King

There is a fellow that I know with squirmy urchin ways
Who sits upon a throne of biases he's made.
He wears a crown upon his head, fashioned with his words
And shouts at all the other urchins he sees in the world
"You," he cries, with nod of head, "and your squirmy urchin ways
Will bring you down to nothing, and in time, straight to the grave!"
"But excuse me," says a passer by, aren't you an urchin too?"
"Nay," he cried, with wounded pride, "I am a KING you fool!"
"But, Squirmy," says an urchin friend, are you not one of us?"
"A lark! A trick! A mockery!" He laughed as though he'd bust.
"It is you, the horrid and lowly to whom I have been sent.
You must bow before my feet and to my rule be bent!"
"Nay, friend," the fellow urchin said, choking on the words,
"For you to ask such things of us is ridiculous! Absurd!"
"I am KING! Tis I who knows what is right and what is not!
This rebellion in your hearts, it is a thing that must be fought!
I alone know what is best, so follow my decrees!
You ought appreciate any notice paid of you by me!"
A crowd had gathered at this point, listening to what he'd say
But as he yelled and fumed at them, all of them went away.
So on it went, day after day, the same old sort of thing,
For no one dared try to befriend that Squirmy Urchin King.

Ripped Away

Grafted to my being.
Embodied in my sighs.
Your voice echoes in mine.

Woven in the fibers
Circling 'round my heartstrings.
Branded on my mind.
Searing my soul.

The hope, the fear, the agony.
Refraining from reaching out
And pulling you close to me.
Wrapping my heart around you
Like a blanket in the winter.
To keep out the cold, the pain,
The ache I cause you daily.

Thoughts unravel and I find Logic
Fighting against the authoritarian decree that
Wrenched me from my perfect world.
Is it better now for us to be apart?

Apart is what I loathe.
Apart makes me afraid.
Apart is what I know I have to do.

I am torn to tatters dancing in the wind.
My head is heavy, leaden made, yet refuses me sound sleep.
My bones, weak and brittle now, are aching when I breathe.
My eyes burn with tears that will not come.
I miss you.

Mind Game

Probing eyes sear my skin
Secluded even among this great sea of people
There are no stares
It is but a cruel mind game
A short-circuited thought pattern
Repeating the lies until they sound plausible
They become real as I reject the obvious
My eyes scan the masses
In between hastened glances at the floor
For fear they hear my internal screams