sâmbătă, 23 ianuarie 2010

Learning to hold.

Shivers of mist unite,

Run wild into the unknown,

Cover our life,make us unfold,

Have mercy by pointing to what is right.

The throne of oblivion has no master,

Its reign of doom has ended.

Instead,it balances a sun and a heart,

From which to pick,which one is more thick?

Leaves have left their home,

THe sea awakens as it is torn,

A new era of Dreamlords is born,

Yet another story,waiting to be told.

joi, 14 ianuarie 2010

Beyond divinity...

Stunned and ashamed,with nothing to blame,
For what we are and who has came,
Barely amused but somewhat abused,
By a picture that was born,within the child that lies torn.

Above and beyond,circles of infinity,
Emptyness lies,a game made by divinity.
No rules nor boundaries,it is for free,
But i wonder: "what could it be?"

This house lies in ruin,it is...encumbered,
By decades and endless numbers that uncover,
All that was shameful at another,
Time won't even bother.

What is a woman without a man,
Like a child without the right hand,
And what do strangers mean to most,
Except the ones to share the toast.

From what is pure and sacred to all the lands,
I wondered what is there that mortals worship the most.
Except the thieves and pirates,and all the pitiful gangs,
It was in those with honor that I could see my dying ghost.

A pirate might show grief and selfishness,
Yet by showing them sincere,his heart is pured,
Unlike those that chose to hide that which they feel,
Their souls are cursed to never heal.

I feel one and all alike,and see those that are infected,
Forgiving those that chose a lifetime of being naked,
And denying others the chance to seek my council,
For my words are true,and they are bound to you!

Acum nu e iarna ci doar un amurg,
Acum nu ninge,doar lacrimile curg,
Acum e rosu,culoarea dulce a cerului,
Sarut dulce,o nota a violoncelului!

sâmbătă, 2 ianuarie 2010

My first three words...

Yet another year has past,
And people have changed their other mask.
Some of my dreams came true while others turned to dust,
But it is the sound of my heart i listen,the one i must.

As hours keep passing and seconds end clicking,
So did our eyes meet in the convulsion of society,
Like a pair of shoes,or a thought of what i'm thinking.
It's you and me,the picture i want to see.

So i turned my lips upon thy own,
Wishing the sky to be ours,thus being brown,
And as i ceased at our kiss,
It was you that i had missed.

A miracle is in my arms when we meet,
And a miracle is when we kiss,as my fears you seem to beat,
As a body lying near,it lies filled with heat,
So i came to realize the being i cherrished most.

I said to you,and i shall never forget,
Until the clock rang 12 i came to accept,
That it is you I trully want,to be my new,
Thus it sounded,rather harsh:" I love you!"

*And it is you i trully want*