joi, 19 septembrie 2013

Even more dreams

As promised,the evening's surprise arives with bitte steps.Hope you enjoy:

Even more dreams

I find myself amused of all the surprises offered by life,
Such that in a world covered by ignorance and strife,
There's still some left with their eyes keen and thoughts straight,
Such a pity that they can't sleep,as they lay awake and wait.

I find myself confused when faced with an equal,
As,even though,there's bound to be a sequel,
Could one be dreaming while being awake,
And if so,would this not be fatal as the poison of a snake?

I find myself dreaming,and all so many visions lay in front,
A vision of a lion sitting,still not sure if it must go to hunt.
Ahhh,majestic creature that guards my kingdom,can you hear,
It was those pigeons again,singing for you dear.

In the end,I find myself wanting with a fever for more,
It's an ever bloody battle,but heck,such a beautiful score.
It'd be wise to just pass away,at least until judgement day,
So that when you wake,you'd be there to stay.

Nalepa-Monday (The Glitch Mob Remix)

Move and you shall be moved,
Go on,continue to stare,cause that'll make me be there,
I stand my ground in lack of uncontested proof,
But when contested,I'd accept anything but a spoof.

joi, 5 septembrie 2013

Dreaming of dreams

["It's funny isn't it?"


"Is there nothing that you would love to say?"


"Well then that's just amusing..."]


Dreaming of dreams

It takes but a moment to meet someone,
Yet a lifespan would never be enough to convey,
As shapes change and disipate,leaving no one
But the eager to sit patiently and survey.

I've had so many dreams so far in and through time,
Dreams as sweet as candy and as wrotten as wet wood,
Yet I'd like to share a dream in a dream of mine,
Where all could fly while I just stood.

It was all covered in white on top of the Snowy Mountain,
Above the waters of a lifeless fountain,
Near which golden pigeons picked on the ground,
And all I could do was smile and cry at what they had found.

Now the lesson of the writting here,
Is that no one is ever far or ever near,
They're just caught in their own dream,probably dreaming still
Waiting for their inner flame to burn through their chosen steel.

Calvin Harris ft Florence-Sweet nothing

Patience is a virtue indeed,
Yet when one lingers for too long,
Even time will start singing that sad song,
With lyrics telling of the dream one did not heed.