Stumbled on this song by accident, and fell in love with it

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Shape of My Heart



He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart

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nice huh :)
came back from nz yesterday! it was all such a special and unique experience..maybe i'll upload photos next time, but for now i don't wish to spill that special bucket of gold and silver dust.

but i'll tell you if you ask! :)


right now, im just suffering a little from jet lag. very tired, and there's ninjado tonight.TWO MORE WEEKS TO GRADING. dies-
gee la. i'll just pass and be happy this time round.

hahahaha yesterday once the plane touched ground mindy smsed! (she's psychic man) i replied jolyn and mindy's smses, AND THEY IMMEDIATELY CALLED. haha and i talked to jo and mindy both on the phone!
(-while the plane was moving, and my friend beside me was just like staring at me with shocked wide eyes and shouting a "WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ON THE PHONE?!!??")

heh. but ohoh YAY. my loves (:
haha.

wished there was more then technology contact though.
ending with a poem!


17/11.6.26pm
untitled

A city,
built up with icy bricks
polished off
with synthetic glass
and windows glazed

in winter time
winds blow a little,
echoing deep inside
(and sometimes, summers too)

a distant skyline
pasted on a setting ball of flame,
but extinguished
all too fast

promising a city full,
love and so much more
but glance once more
and catch
shadows only of befores

made of
see through glass,
or plastic,
to look around the other side
though sometimes they’re opaque

a map laid, unmagnified
few centimeters hiding millions,
in reality

finger-tip walk across
scant through
with your eyes

and while you're there
on a 24/7,
wish for more than
pixelled
lights.