| CHANDIS POETRY - PAGE 2 |
| VOODOO He came .... He came He came in me Over me Through me He came .... Swimming in my skies Working his special brand of Voodoo He came Many moons ago I walked on water for you I made my heart the perfect place for you to play Running free is what you do best I 've learnt not to expect too much A momnetary slip in sanity found us here Holding on to daylight saving time by the bucket full You know, I always wanted to Would have slit my wrists if I knew that it would make a difference Bring you Back in Tattooed to me forever Till death then it all falls apart The story always seems to end that way I thought I wanted the story of us to be different But there is always a cost for so much freedom In feeding me your flesh You have kept me in bondage Our seperation has never been so difficult....so permanent This solitude I cannot accept I don't deal that well And neither do you Your eyes still move me No one can get under my skin and fit me so well Our arguments seem petty We haven't grown up enough to see...to really see You slipped out I almost didn't feel you go Your aura was still holding me, leaving me Came home smelling like someone cheap A girl can only look away so often Before the woman in her has had enough Wants to stop turning a blind eye acting deaf and dumb I am that strong to let you keep on walking I am that strong, only because I know how really weak I am No one can get under my skin and fit me so well No one can get under my skin and fit me so well No one. |
| TOO MANY PEOPLE SLEEPING IN OUR BED You pierce my skin with your intellectual rambling Man, reflection of my moon-child Father of my love child Bearing me gifts of deliverance You mother me Smother me with layers Of heartache Am I like her? Tell me Drawing romantic notions with Siren songs Castrating you like your father did When he told you Men don�t cry And only faggots have women as friends Am I too strong for you? Since I don�t suffer from penis envy Or devour you hungrily with brutal pussy lips My celibacy a reminder of your mothers own decay Am I like her? Warning you against going blind if you Spank the monkey one more time? Tell me� What makes you want me in one breath? Only to turn the other cheek away from me when it�s all over? Am I like her? Your eye candy Bleached blond ambition Trophy to your cause Too pretty to love you Too smart to care Go on baby It�s ok to admit that you too Were hurt and scared Walked over and played Abused by packages all prettily tied up Only to find that unwrapping love Led to too many people sleeping in your bed Then leaving you to die from unseen wounds.... The journey is too short to eat so many sweets That you�ve forgotten how to feel Let go, inhale me in And I will fill you. |
| FALLEN FROM GRACE I am winged creature sent to be your muse And divine your future through my eyes Heaven is missing you tonight as do I My angel hair has gone coarse No longer disturbed by the signature of your touch My voice has changed character No longer sweet but acrid and akin to that of a shrew Youth has abandoned me and time marks my skin With age and shame My wings gather mites My once supple hands bend into twisted forms Incapable of love You would not want me Still, I long to be written onto the pages of your life A reflection of my purpose Saviour of myself For what muse am I if I am without the inspiration of your gaze upon me? |
| THE CALLING I hear my people cry I hear my father�s voice Trying to reach me I am the worthless child Who rebelled and didn�t want to be found These wars have torn me away from myself Left me broken Now I try to mend The past Is no enemy of mine I have learnt from every single crime What it means to be part of this human personality. I hear my people cry Reflected in my mother�s voice Trying to reach me I am the prodigal child Who never understood what it really meant to be you This love has brought me back to myself Shown me my true home The past is no enemy of mine I have learnt from every single crime What it means to be human. |
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