Hope Has A Place

One look at love, and you may see
It weaves a web over mystery
All raveled threads can rend apart
For hope has a place in the lover’s heart
Hope has a place in a lover’s heartWhispering world, a sigh of sighs
The ebb and the flow of the ocean tides
One breath, one word, may end or may start
A hope in a place of the lover’s heart
Hope has a place in a lover’s heart

Look to love, and you may dream
And if it should leave, then give it wings
But if such a love is meant to be
Hope is home, and the heart is free Under the heavens, we journey far
On roads of life, we’re the wanderers
So let love rise, so let love depart
Let hope have a place in the lover’s heart
Hope has a place in a lover’s heart

Look to love, and you may dream,
And if it should leave, then give it wings
But if such a love is meant to be
Hope is home, and the heart is freeHope is home, and the heart is free

{with love and thanks to Pip}

The Achingly Beautiful ‘Bending Albert’s Law’ by Karin Park – with Lyrics

The washing machine needs fixing here,
It’s early dark this time of year,
It’s small and cold,
I’m hiding in here,
Behind orange drapes,
And wafer walls,
I made a mess,
To make it feel like home,
Oh the stuff I packed,
Can’t fill this hole. 

I conjure you up,
You appear,
It’s ridiculous,
That you’re not here,
I bend Albert’s Law, slightly,
I say the magic word,
And you’re beside me. 
Out on Crouchen Hill,
You pull past and through,
I try your phone,
And I bought dry shoes,
The squelch of rubber soles on wet tar,
There’s too many steps,
From where you are. 

I conjure you up,
You appear,
It’s ridiculous,
That you’re not here,
I bend Albert’s Law, slightly,
I say the magic word,
And you’re beside me. 
I conjure you up,
You appear,
It’s ridiculous,
That you’re not here,
I bend Albert’s Law, slightly,
I say the magic word,
‘til you’re beside me. 
~ Karin Park (Bend Albert’s Law, from the album Highwire Poetry)
{With special thanks to Chris, for touching my soul with this beautiful song}
NOTE:
These lyrics have been transcribed from listening to the song… many times! Any corrections gratefully accepted. And what is Albert’s Law? Please get in touch – leave a comment below or email me on rycariad@gmail.com – I would love to hear from you.
Links:

www.karinpark.com
www.facebook.com/karinpark
www.myspace.com/karinpark
www.last.fm/music/Karin+Park
www.bbc.co.uk/music/reviews/qj4z

Buy on iTunes:

www.itunes.apple.com/gb/album/highwire-poetry-deluxe-edition/id525778296

Buy on Amazon:

www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/B007RC8OMK

I’ve Got a Life (Though it Refuses to Shine)

Turn it down so I can’t hear it
Turn it out so I can’t see it
It’s just useless to ignore
We’re going down, you don’t feel it
Turn it round, you don’t mean it and
I can’t stand it anymore
When the whole world sighs
And it’s making you so deflated

I’ve got a life
Though it refuses to shine
I’ve got a life it aint over (it aint over)
I’ve got a way
It’s the only things that’s mine
All I’m asking for is tenderness
A little tenderness
Ooo it’s a cruel place
You never asked to be here
Nobody cares and no one’s gonna help you now (hold on)
It’s dog eat dog the human race
The only thing they’ll do is hate you (hate you)

Such a crime to be unkind
Turn your cheek pretend you’re blind
I’ve got a life
Though it refuses to shine
I’ve got a life it aint over
It aint over
I’ve got a way
It’s the only thing that’s mine
All I’m asking for is tenderness
Tenderness

I’ve got a life
Though it refuses to shine
I’ve got a life it aint over
It aint over
I’ve got a way
It’s the only thing that’s mine
All I’m asking for is tenderness
Be strong now baby
Gotta be strong now baby
Gotta be strong! 

Pills

I hope my smile can distract you,
I hope my fists 

can fight for two,
So it never has to show,
And you’ll never know. 

I hope my love 

can blind you,
I hope my arms 

can bind you,
So you’ll never have to see,
What we’ve grown to be. 
One may think 

we’re alright,
But we need pills 

to sleep at night,
We need lies 

to make it through the day,
We’re not ok. 

One may think 

we’re doing fine,
But if I had to lay it on the line,
We’re losing ground 

with every passing day,
We’re not ok. 
But that’s one thing 

I would never,
One thing I would never,
That’s one thing 

I would never,
Say to you. 
Specially for my brother, Oliver Tyler
{and for T, my lost soul-mate}

Words Hurt


Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words can also hurt me.
Stones and sticks break only skin,
while words are ghosts that haunt me.
Slant and curved the word-swords fall,
it pierces and sticks inside me.
Bats and bricks may ache through bones,
but words can mortify me.
Pain from words have left its’ scar,
on a mind and heart that’s tender.
Cuts and bruises have now healed,
Yet the words I still remember.

with thanks to Dee Lawson

Writers & Artists in Residence Project

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I would also love to hear from artists and photographers who would be willing to use rycariad.co.uk as a creative outlet. Whether you paint, draw, sculpt, or create in any media, I’d love to showcase your work. 

Being a ‘Featured Contributor’ is really easy. Almost as easy as sending a simple email! Just drop me a line on rycariad@gmail.com and I’ll do the rest!
Hope to hear from you soon!

Donna Summer: MacArthur Park Music Video & Lyrics

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love’s hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don’t think that I can take it
‘cause it took so long to bake it
and I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, no! I recall the yellow cotton dress
foaming like a wave
on the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
and the old men playing checkers by the trees

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don’t think that I can take it
’cause it took so long to bake it
and I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, no! (BRIDGE)
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
and never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
after all the loves of my life
You’ll still be the one.

I will take my life into my hands
and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes
and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
and my passion flow like rivers through the sky.
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I’ll be thinking of you
and wondering why. MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
and I don’t think that I can take it
’cause it took so long to bake it
and I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!

Kahlil Gibran on Love

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. 

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart. 

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. 

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran: Love One Another


Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Khalil Gibran

The Lovers, by Abu Nuwas (Persia) Circa 800 A.D.

Blessed indeed are these two loving friends; 

They sleep through the night, 
in an embrace without end.
They have loved each other since birth, so they say; 
With strong, equal loves, 
alike all the way.

When Love came to them, they told him what to do: 
“Do the right thing, 
Love and split Love in two!”
So Love split himself, 
in two equal parts; Hard work! 
But no thwarting those strongly-knit hearts.

Their two souls became one soul, and then; 
That one soul lived in the two loving men.
These two don’t quarrel; 
they avoid any strife; 
They guard their love as more precious than life.

by Abu Nuwas, Persia, Circa 800 A.D.
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For us, and for Dr. Franky Dolan & Randy Ordonio