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Poetry & Lyrics 1993

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Lady Venus©

by Khanåda - Aug 1993


Lady Venus plots to fool you
trick of the trade to the unbalanced heart
just when you think it's safe to give
Lady Venus tears apart

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Life©

by Khanåda - Summer 1993

I move in my destiny
With this love in it’s infancy
As the world in atrocity
Cries out for heresy
We all live hesitantly
On the lap of luxury
And we spruce with effigy
Our homes of simplicity
There is no certainty
So we just sit quietly
Watching eagerly
As time spills like blood
From the wounds of eternity…

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Sadly Mistaken©

by Khanåda - Spring 1993


You say you're all alone
there is no God on high
to help you in your pain
but you won't even try
you insist your faith is gone
or that it was never there
you seek for pity, but where's your spine
could your heart so empty care

I read in frustration
your words of dictation
though this stand you have taken
you are sadly mistaken

The roads you take are loud
with voices pained they cry
like running through a crowd
or falling from the sky
your narrow minded hints
prove you just don't know how
to think it through and learn just this
that the answer's calling down

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Cry of the Banshee©

by Khanåda - 1993


With temptation she will take you
She will make of freedom dust
And nothing you’ll remember
Of the righteous or the trust
Her father is the liar
A thing of hope made into rust
And I think I heard her whisper

Make of fire my retreat
No soft and cool seclusion
No harmony or peace
Make victory illusion
Brothers with me sisters beat

She came to be the daughter
To carry cunning to the streets
She came to taunt the liar
Into further black entreats
She came to lure the noble
From their humble quiet place
And I thought I heard her crying

Set the heavens above me
And hellfire at my feet
Death is my dominion
Through my charms and vile deceit
Her voice is like a bitter wind
The saddest song to win your heart
But beware her cry of fear and sin
Rising empty from the dark

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Kamikaze
Dream©

by Khanåda - Summer 1993


My reeling senses
Silent as the chattering man
Bent on destruction
And facing this pain
Like kamikaze dreams
To be set free, Oh oblivion
To set me free
Center my reflection
Melting as wax in my hand
Serving this rejection
And racing this man called time
Father of my spirit
Dragging me up into the sky
Falling falling again
Like kamikaze dreams
Set me free, Oh the void
Don’t give up on me
Like suicide of the mind
Damned to feel this feeling
To be set free
Like a kamikaze dream

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Master of Destiny©

by Khanåda - 1993


The sacred patterns lie
To form the creases of my life
Worn are the fingers that work
Torn are the fragments of time
Holy, untouched by sin
And where do I go but above
Switch hands and hold me

Kissed the blood from his lips
Cold, vicious madness
His passion burns my skin
And I’m spinning, spinning, spinning
Never take me home
He drains me and I die
Let me not ask, no questions why
To me he is the life
To me he brings the death
Taste his blood on my lips
Cold, delicious sadness
The passions burn my skin
And he’s sinking, sinking, sinking
Will I always be alone~

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Nickels & Dimes©

by Khanåda - July 1993


From blankets of snow they rise
Holding their labors in small hearts and small hands
To play of life it’s part
Approaching, the deceiver
Then spells out their crimes
Bought and paid in nickels and dimes
With wide eyes of glory
They are turned to pain
Thinking their labors all were in vain
Stripped down beneath the pass
In naked shame His blood regress
The dark abyss with goading glares
Upon their brows and body stares
With blackest shame once paid in plight
To lead the young ones to delight
Now torn from hope their sad eyes cry
And gaze as lambs into the sky
Beneath the dust and dirt retreat
Beneath their wounds in vile deceit
Fighting their crimes
Until they die
In big hands and big hearts deny

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Red Love©

by Khanåda - Spring 1993

The blood that is life, my love
Filled in red velvet and ruby wine
Torn by the pain of the soul
And the choice to say
My darling, surrender to the red love
Surrender to the pain
Safe for the nighttime
Safe in the cold light of day
Surrender to the vision
Another world beyond this way
Safe for tomorrow
Alone in the cold light of day
Red fountains in my skin, this love
Flowing with vibrant life and endless time
Vacant by the will of the flesh
And the choice is made
My darling, surrender to the red love
Surrender to the pain
Safe for this nightmare
Alone in the cold light of day
Surrender to the vision
Another world beyond this way
Safe for this sorrow
Alone in the cold light of day

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To Sacrifice My Feelings©

by Khanåda - Summer 1993

Suddenly I'm hearing a voice
sounds so real to me
saves me from my darkness
but will it stay
please stay
don't go away

Sometimes I feel like pleading
at others I feel disdain
but doubt overshadows it all
but will it stay
please don't stay

just go away

Drank the blood from my sacrifice today
tasted bitter, but felt so sweet
nothing could make me feel so lost
But I want you
I need you
I love you

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Love Is©

by Khanåda - Jan. 29, 1993

I have tried to understand
to learn to be alone
been selfish in my quiet place
be happy in my home
Now the time has taught me much
has helped me feel the truth
that where my heart is, that to me
is all I need from you

Love is not the being with
or aching on your own
Love is not passions gift
or promise carved in stone

Love is quiet
Love is peace
Love is perfect

kind and sweet
Love is happy
Love is true
But more than this
My love is you

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The Plot©

by Khanåda - Summer 1993

Ploy to plot the wooden box
dark and damp in fear of rot
spoiled beyond my deepest fears
riding high beyond my years
you plagiarize my feeling heart
and threaten my to burn apart
the life beyond this cutting rope
upon desire we feel and grope
to seek the cry of bitter lust
set to crumble into dust
only now in aged growth
caught within this sagging oath
surrender under dusty ground
when unto death the soul is found

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