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.



Mother, do you hear me?

Let me speak with my untouched tongue,

in silence I grave for attention.

“Pull me in” and taste the lies among.

Mother, do you see me?

Eyes, closed by day, took me down.

Afraid I was to see,

“to accept” the faith that you were no more around!

Mother, do you love me?

To love, or, to be loved? that’s the question.

I Will be asking myself till the dawn of night,

shimmering light wandering among your confession.



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 doubt,

without regret,

without ending emotions I feel harmonic.”



She said that dream was a fraught,

for I have been seen in waking thought.

“Shoot”, you said; “Shoot, and follow the bloodline!”

It was the dark night of august. sweet and define.

“Set me loose”, you said; “Set me loose and be free”

Take me to a higher degree of summers sea.

For joy to my smile, adore thee proud part.

From broken to rising heart.

Of which those butterflies we had to revise,

flown and free from despise.



It was that lady who shared our simplicity in our eyes. At night we looked deep in the sky and saw what the world defined. She asked for the who’s, the where’s and the why’s, but in respond we only empathize. The aspiration has been hiding with her allies; “while moving counterclockwise and breaking that rose thorn while hypnotized”, she asked herself “had I reason otherwise?”. Though its impossible to imagine what we can do without the beauty at rise we hope that the flower never dies. So we search for the colour in between the lines and find that firefly not far away from paradise. She got separated from her soul first fight domination. Looking in the eyes of men while her eyes and lips spoke in flirtation. Ought to get the beauty of Venus with the strength of Athena; The power off will wil always have her salvation.

‘White lie,

‘White lie,

Waltzing through life as John Doe in search for myself while I seek for my train. Speaking in tongue and slowly as Mark Twain. “Apparently there is nothing that cannot happen today” such loose in strain we act all vain. We have our own fib; will you have that walk with me to Spain?



You think I wouldn’t be chuffed? I am releasing the pain that had me handcuffed. Raising my spirits up to the sky as I bluffed. So as they say; while dancing around in my room, thou shall inundate. Walking in a straight line towards my future that has been aligned. Before it falls down and thought to be misstate, we shall not hesitate before we can translate our long lost language dancing flow rate. To debate, or not to catch the bait. While skipping my heart rate I will liquidate.


Tiffany, thou woman is streaming through my vein.

If love could conquer. Wouldn’t we be lost again.

For we have our path aligned as our soul in our brain, and

Find my eyes closed, to feel your hand on my pain.

All lost in hope we rise stronger in Ukraine!

Now take thee spirit and set loose that chain.

You, thou woman streaming through my vein.


She slowly waltz with grace down the path in a wide open space. Seeking for her inner child face. No harm was done except for the damage. Even when she spoke in Spanish I could understand her body language. Her lips moved so smooth, such a delight. Everything around her was so dark, but she had the first light at the sunset night. The moon so bright and only she was in sight. She passes my soul and my body lost control. She whispers in my ear and slightly that I could hear; “Do I slither around in your brain, can’t we touch the words like mark twain. come with me to the end of the world and dance with me in the rain”.

A’lie New

Do you know that feeling? The feeling when you feel comfortable around someone specific. That everything she says is engraved in your heart and written, and you start to feel optimistic. She’s one of those person that you meet once in your lifetime. A smile that makes your day, Her laughter that reminds you of child’s play. Come fly with me, fly away. She touched my heart without saying a word, eyes got so blurred that I felt flying like a bird. Hugs so warm even during thunder and rainstorm. I don’t care what you do wrong. I’m here to take the bad away even when you are strong. Every day when i see her it feels like a summer July, time flies by, When you feel like the blue sky.

Thats the feeling, that I am feeling.