belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
1 July 1997
My fragile heart, so weakened by the
sorrow and suffering
of this distorted, tainted world --
battered around cruelly as if it were
a proud plantation owners sorry black slave --
isolated by its flawed misunderstanding
of some quasi (un)perfect reality --
has officially decided (as of today)
and will henceforth declare (to a blind humanity)
that my fragile heart, so strengthened by the
sorrow (and suffering)
inside his distorted, twisted world
shall resign his corrupt office
and finally leave me to my own bidding.
Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry
la vie me déchire For all the words I didn't write My two calloused hands Hold me in your arms so tightly; When springtime comes soft, sweet and warm the water of life these are the times geraniums sweet of all sweetness when Death first called my name Arms so pitiful Redemption The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own. Oh Seigneur A toi, l'humanité flesh of mortal man, immortal woman again an unknown stranger. canticle to my soul My tender heart dilates with each emancipation