Riding the Tide

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Riding the Tide
Forever alone
But never unknown
Bleak is the path
of unbeaten tracks

Coolness blows on my face
as gently as dust roams in space
I’m loaded with a passion so eager
to succeed it leaves my dreams meager

These are the blues of which I speak
Following me on every quest in which I seek
No matter how high the mountain
No matter how deep the fountain

Surely, there ain’t no running
‘Cause they’ll always be coming
Like whales in the ocean blue
I’ll learn to swim them through

Mensur Gjonbalaj
October 14, 2014

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Heaven-Sent

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Heaven-Sent
From my cries heaven bent;
They heard a plea from me again.
The gentle noise goes on beeping,
Yet my dormant thoughts are still sleeping.
Just like a lake they do not flow,
Instead they lie there uselessly
for reasons I do not know.

The silence I can no longer stand.
My mind’s abandoned my old hand.
What has become of the wide-eyed observer?
He seems possessed by some usurper.
Who’s sold his love for a sack of gold,
Believing only then will life unfold.

Indeed, his love’s a diamond in the rough;
So don’t give up, stand up, be tough!
Surly the silence will maintain
so long as stagnant you remain.
It is the pen that you must seek
to write the thoughts that make you weak.

Your weary mind needs no shelter:
it needs to free itself and skelter.
Only then will the passion burn
and drift the wind as pages turn.
The heart goes on beating,
though time is ever fleeting.
Words have no meaning without silence
When thoughts break-on out in violence.

But since my words are heaven-sent
their intent is all but violent.
On the wings of angels they shall fly
On the canvas of a rain-drenched sky
To the earth they’ll surely cry:
Until it’s written may he not die.
And if our prayers answer naught,
then in hell shall it be wrought.

Mensur Gjonbalaj
October 9, 2014

Waiting for the Night – Depeche Mode

Witching Hour

Witching Hour

Happy October!

Waiting for the Night

I’m waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everything’s dark
Keeps us from the stark reality
I’m waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel
Is tranquility

There is a star in the sky
Guiding my way with its light
And in the glow of the moon
Know my deliverance will come soon

There is a sound in the calm
Someone is coming to harm
I press my hands to my ears
It’s easier here just to forget fear

And when I squinted
The world seemed rose-tinted
And angels appeared to descend
To my surprise
With half-closed eyes
Things looked even better
Than when they were opened

Been waiting for the night to fall
Now everything is bearable
And here in the still
All that you hear
Is tranquility

by Depeche Mode

1990

Things will never be the same

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Things will never be the same again
The nights of passion, the days of pure bliss
Amidst the bright city lights,
it’s that face I’m gonna miss

Time has changed it all
Nothing I could do but fall
In and out of love with you
Time, time, and time again

Things will never be the same again
I’ll never see the face that I’ve been missing
Though you said you wanna be my friend
I know it’s not the truth
The nights we spent dancing away in bliss
Are nothing more than memories
No matter where I go, it’ll always be that face I miss

And now I know things’ll never be the same again

Now that you’re gone
I’m lost in song
Singing about how you did me wrong

No matter how long I go on singing
It’ll never be the same again
I won’t stop singing til God knows when
Oh, it’s gonna drive me insane
So much more to say, but I think it’s time to refrain

By Mensur Gjonbalaj
September 2014

Reign of (T)error

You Consume Their Terror

You Consume Their Terror

Reign of (T)error

No inspiration …
No sensation …
No abrogation …
No respiration …

The agony of tyranny
is the genesis of mutiny.

Prohibit to liberate -
Terminate to emancipate.

Violate the violator
of the established proprietor
And prosecute the dissenter
of the censurer.

The lunatics are free to roam
So long as they don’t roam alone.

Those who roam alone
are nothing but lunatics
on a spree of dissention
in a society void of heretics.

No room for difference
in a world indifferent
to the existential reality
of man and the calamity
of plague-stricken minds
Barren of any form of sanity.

“It’s a reign of terror,”
they say.
Ignorant of the actuality
of our decay.
Meditated upon the grounds
of conformity.

What they say isn’t any more than hearsay;
A world reigned by error
and fermented through terror
In an era dwelling in madness.
Therein lies our epoch of sadness.

When My Train Pulls In – Gary Clark, Jr.

Gary Clark Jr.

Gary Clark Jr.

Tonight I’d like to share one of my favorite contemporary blues/traditional R&B songs by the very talented Gary Clark, Jr.

When My Train Pulls In

Everyday nothing seems to change.
Everywhere I go I keep seeing the same old thing & I..
I can’t take it no more.
Oh, I would this town but I ain’t got no where else to go.
Wake up in the morning, oh, more bad news.
& I.. Sometimes I feel like I was borne to lose & I..
It’s driving me out of my mind.
I’ll catch the next train & I.. I’ll move on down the line.

Whoah I’ll be ready now. I’ll be ready when my train pulls in.
Whoah I’ll be ready now. I’ll be ready when my train pulls in.
I know my time ain’t long around here.
& I can’t live this life again.

Walking down the streets you might run across a smilng face.
But they’ll stab you in the back as soon as you turn & walk away
& I.. Oh Lord it’s bringing me down.

If things don’t change around here, ain’t no use in me hanging ’round.

Whoah I’ll be ready now. I’ll be ready when my train pulls in.
Whoah I’ll be ready now. I’ll be ready when my train pulls in.
I know my time ain’t long around here.
& I can’t live this life again.

by Gary Clark, Jr.

2011

It’s Nothing …

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I don’t love you;
I don’t want you.
It wasn’t love.
It wasn’t even lust.
If I could define what it was that we had,
It was nothing.
Friendship maybe,
but you weren’t looking for a friend,
Though you made it appear so.
You wanted love;
All you ever wanted was love,
but you never looked hard enough.
Love isn’t something that comes easy.
It doesn’t give itself up.
It’s either there or it isn’t.
I understood that you tried hard
to win it -
If only I had a penny for every time I’ve tried.
I’d have plenty of pennies,
but time is the best teacher.
Do not take this with melancholy.
I wish you the best.
The love you seek is out there
and will come when the time is right.
Don’t hurry love.
You can’t rush it.
It comes when it must.
Patience is a virtue -
one you need.
So wear it as a shield and
I promise you victory.
You’re beautiful,
and because the beauty you withhold doesn’t correspond
to me, I do not deny it nor belittle it.
All I’m saying is that I’m not the one meant to behold that beauty,
and to be quite frank,
I’m fine with that.

Mensur Gjonbalaj
August 29, 2014