To go further than victory, to write beyond history;
“We are the world’s seekers for death upon her eyes.”
For mysteries we care not about her lies,
for strength we search love, love in her eyes.
To speak loudly. To wander…. slowly.
We treasure the beauty in her eyes.
Tonight my heart is light, and my spirit is rising tears of cries.
“To start over again?”
For I’m afraid of what’s now to be…..
To wake up with sunrise, forgotten pain the unwise.
I’m spoken by thou lovely flower,
Miracle of thee wind behind the clouds, Flee with
Peace. “to my nemesis; I speak nor tongue about it”.
Under no presumptions I scream for thou skipping hour.
Impressed? I was not, to care? I shall not, to forgive? I forage!
Shimmering light wandering among your confession.
Seeking for thou guilty beauty, hidden and more fair; “As
Astounding thou petals were, I chose to not to be.”
Neglect by the possession, shall not be my impression.
Carry my light away, to the sky, for no limits reach my mind.
Envy, all careless shimmers of pride for I was blind!
Share me a world with no pain.
Take me to a place hidden from human eye.
Dance with me to the beginning of no memory stain.
I’m embraced by thou waltzing grace.
Do you speak or slither around in my brain?
Hopeless in search while lost in translation.
“To be laconic;
Raising my heartbeat for thou beauty.
When I see you smile I see the define world, not demonic.
without ending emotions I feel harmonic.”
Once upon a mystery,
stars they are, whereas we read our history;
“To dwell and sweep through mother’s consistory.”
The unquiet heaven watching over our nameless graves,
6 feet under; “Down the rhythms waves,
all being poor galley slaves.”
By no means, whereas we search for the seas,
we shall leave our token unpleased.
By wind and chill we feel thou breeze.
Let’s pretend I was walking down the lane of fire. feeling the restless, heating and precious desire.
Let’s pretend that I was willing to jump, to scream, to fall and to rise prior.
Let’s pretend I was willing to take that imperfect path to the future to inspire.
Let’s pretend there was no gun, no pain and no attached wire.
Was I the only person that believed in the mystery, or was I the seduced one? to be the one that has none is shredding your tears into your own loaded gun. Let me shoot;”let me kill”. Let me go for the one I will, my dear son. It all began when time was right and she won.
With the tip of my tongue I say; “I haven’t lost myself in years”, but yet I asked god for forgiveness in tears. I was ready……ready to kill my fears. Nothing can take me away from my music of the spheres.
With the tip of my tongue I say; “Though I shall run to the underworld and defeat that ever can be hurled”. Never lost nor never won, and for I shall be done. I will hurl that handgun and never lose my hope as number one.
Asking for forgiveness in my heart, breaking every thorn on every rose and feeling regret in my fingers. I am awake, afraid and terrified while my whole body lingers! My father, let me do what I can’t sin! For thou I shall open my eyes thin, as the flower that blooms for the Jinn. Softly feeling the wind touching my skin. I was defined by every little hope I had in faith. Night time, I close my eyes. Dark memories pop in my mind. the sky dark with stars to shine, in search, for my path to find. Going under the wind, rebirth, I set loose every tear. Walls kept me locked down, my dear!
They say time is relative and even the smallest element could impact the brain of an elephant. The moment when you light up a cigarette while holding a glass of whisky on the rocks, and decide to raise the bar for where ever you go and ever will be you will hear the clocks. Our presence is here and now, but even than we feel the future somehow. So, what is time if we even don’t know where we kiss. Is that even something that we will miss? And, did you ever have that feeling when time stopped; even just for a second? “there is no heaven, my dear peasant. That is what I reckon while holding a weapon”. And that is when my jaw just dropped. We are more likely to be confused about the things that we believe than about the things we grieve. We don’t just use art to verbalize our reality nor our real truth, but we also use it to expose our youth. so don’t let time be irrelevant. do you remember that elephant?
In my mind counting down. 10, Asking myself; “Am I alright?”
No lost battles at night. 9… The “truth”
Takes my soul away from daylight, 8… I shoot myself while
Running towards my own symphony at 7 from eyesight.
Obey my command; “for I’m almost halfway”. 6… killing my
Very existence. 5… For I am losing this fight!
“Erudite”, this is what keeps me standing for my right, 4
Rules is what I need for us to reunite. 3…
Take me away and let me shine bright. 2… 1
The death talking and breath taken away. “Home” that’s where she has left none helpless. “Hope” that’s what she has given to all! Because; her “smile”, the weapon, is breathless! To hide and to seek. “Hiding” all pleasures away from her highest peak. Streaming off the cliff into the ocean. for she shall not turn her cheek.