Sail on...
Nobody said it was easy.
Fall in love if you must
but remain whole.
Find courage in each day,
tomorrow will always be a different story.
Thus, remember the task at hand -
No river reaches the sea
without having to endure
the indifference of dead rocks
and the mere civility of enigmatic valleys...
Life is an eternity of boredom,
of fears and disappointments.
But take it like a child would -
There is always joy in simplicity.
There's happiness in wonder and ignorance.
There is no pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow,
but don't miss the point -
It is the soul's journey
and not the neverending aches
of a tired mind;
It is the heart's pains and laughter,
and not the pleasure of self-confidence,
which define who we really are.
Cry if you must,
the tears will wipe the pains within.
Dream whilst you are young -
there's no other time.
If you lose hope,
if you exchange the wonder of your childhood
for the dark and the thrill of hell,
then life, your one and only,
shall be meaningless!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The tolling of the bells
Ah, the tolling of the bells,
this at night she hears,
But they are empty, fustian sounds,
just the deserted spaces of her fears.
Behold, said I, one midsummer
she holds a knife in her feeble hand.
Lord have mercy upon her soul,
for tonight being and nothingness are one.
In solitude, she gazed at the heavens,
held by the eternity of the night.
But hear the bells, it's a fool's paradise
that her silly dreams reveal!
So keep in thy heart that the grandest fraud of all
is the promise of a love ever after!
this at night she hears,
But they are empty, fustian sounds,
just the deserted spaces of her fears.
Behold, said I, one midsummer
she holds a knife in her feeble hand.
Lord have mercy upon her soul,
for tonight being and nothingness are one.
In solitude, she gazed at the heavens,
held by the eternity of the night.
But hear the bells, it's a fool's paradise
that her silly dreams reveal!
So keep in thy heart that the grandest fraud of all
is the promise of a love ever after!
The morning dew
If we fail the promise of this moment somehow
and fall from this broken bow.
Just as the leaves dance in grace
but lose their splendor in awe.
Never forget the days when we're together
to taste the scent of the morning dew.
The world of men is full of evil days,
and mortal questions leave us not in peace.
Fear not my dear for the greatest love of all
is not of the mighty, but of the weak!
and fall from this broken bow.
Just as the leaves dance in grace
but lose their splendor in awe.
Never forget the days when we're together
to taste the scent of the morning dew.
The world of men is full of evil days,
and mortal questions leave us not in peace.
Fear not my dear for the greatest love of all
is not of the mighty, but of the weak!
Eternity
In sweet surrender I caress the deepest part of your soul.
In the eyes of God I consume your beauty in intimate splendor.
All that beholds nature, all that persists in the dark come to an end.
A fleeing army is reaching out to you, but they're held in disdain.
Like the mists of June you are a joy to every solitary psyche.
You’re beauty is the garden that adorns the ground of eternity.
But the world can never agree to every love story.
Though that bleeding heart is an abyss of radiant tranquility.
In sadness, I leave a glimpse of paradise in your breasts.
In remembrance, that you are favored by God.
In the midst of the night I will whisper to those ears -
My fair lady, is there such a thing as this?
In the eyes of God I consume your beauty in intimate splendor.
All that beholds nature, all that persists in the dark come to an end.
A fleeing army is reaching out to you, but they're held in disdain.
Like the mists of June you are a joy to every solitary psyche.
You’re beauty is the garden that adorns the ground of eternity.
But the world can never agree to every love story.
Though that bleeding heart is an abyss of radiant tranquility.
In sadness, I leave a glimpse of paradise in your breasts.
In remembrance, that you are favored by God.
In the midst of the night I will whisper to those ears -
My fair lady, is there such a thing as this?
The Sea
I see the waves smiling at me
but all in my solitude.
My heart speaks not of its longings,
still it trembles with the waves.
This morning the sky is painted blue,
but soon it will be darkened snow.
My horizon fades in eternity
as the sea breeze touches my soul.
I see your lonesome face
as my ship dances in awe.
I glance at the world around me,
there’s silence by the sea.
but all in my solitude.
My heart speaks not of its longings,
still it trembles with the waves.
This morning the sky is painted blue,
but soon it will be darkened snow.
My horizon fades in eternity
as the sea breeze touches my soul.
I see your lonesome face
as my ship dances in awe.
I glance at the world around me,
there’s silence by the sea.
The Rain
Tonight, I will dance in the rain
because my love you’re not here.
When these verses begin to creep in,
the sound of raindrops makes them disappear.
My girl, the rain reminds me of your smile
but the cold air tells me you’re no longer mine.
This bleeding heart keeps the memories,
thoughts of you not being with me.
Dear love, perhaps I should just say,
there's joy, joy dancing in the rain!
because my love you’re not here.
When these verses begin to creep in,
the sound of raindrops makes them disappear.
My girl, the rain reminds me of your smile
but the cold air tells me you’re no longer mine.
This bleeding heart keeps the memories,
thoughts of you not being with me.
Dear love, perhaps I should just say,
there's joy, joy dancing in the rain!
Summer
Birds chirp merrily in gray sand,
as dead leaves scatter by the shore.
Strawberry fields entice her little fingers,
somehow looking for those silent screams.
Ah, the daemonic tremor in her cries,
blatantly changes every color of the skies!
Her feet quivers in this mystic ground
as an old man tells her quiet soul to disappear.
She weeps, so unsure of the world around,
summer is a sad song when "sorry" is not found!
as dead leaves scatter by the shore.
Strawberry fields entice her little fingers,
somehow looking for those silent screams.
Ah, the daemonic tremor in her cries,
blatantly changes every color of the skies!
Her feet quivers in this mystic ground
as an old man tells her quiet soul to disappear.
She weeps, so unsure of the world around,
summer is a sad song when "sorry" is not found!
The river
The wars of men end in certain pain
Yet there’s but unlearning, a death in vain.
But the river flows and lives a life;
She pardons, she leaps, to the sea, forever.
The grinding rocks, the furious greens,
The trembling sorrows, she’ll bear in tears.
The world she knows speaks not of hope
for the lust of men glitter in the sand.
Across the miles, against all odds
With fervor in her currents, the river goes.
The rain sow no memories, but here the river flows,
unimpeded, to its death, to the sea, forever.
Yet there’s but unlearning, a death in vain.
But the river flows and lives a life;
She pardons, she leaps, to the sea, forever.
The grinding rocks, the furious greens,
The trembling sorrows, she’ll bear in tears.
The world she knows speaks not of hope
for the lust of men glitter in the sand.
Across the miles, against all odds
With fervor in her currents, the river goes.
The rain sow no memories, but here the river flows,
unimpeded, to its death, to the sea, forever.
Like a line
With life’s lost candor, we bleed in pain,
wasting breath, celebrating life in vain.
In war, it is often said, that death is life’s glory,
the signpost of perfection.
Elysium sees us but hears us no more,
Achilles feels our pain, but cares no longer.
Between us, the eternity of love is an irony.
Love’s no bed of roses, but an image.
This love stares but speaks not of oneness,
I think about us, but you don’t believe.
wasting breath, celebrating life in vain.
In war, it is often said, that death is life’s glory,
the signpost of perfection.
Elysium sees us but hears us no more,
Achilles feels our pain, but cares no longer.
Between us, the eternity of love is an irony.
Love’s no bed of roses, but an image.
This love stares but speaks not of oneness,
I think about us, but you don’t believe.
An empty space
Just as sure as seasons change,
the thoughts of men, too, stay only for a moment.
There’s no end to the desires of youth.
Our cries of innocence are lit like burning flame.
And just as there’s no plot that seeks a final end,
love, too, changes as it recedes deeper into our memory.
An ancient sage often reminds us –
Life dances in the melodies of an empty space.
the thoughts of men, too, stay only for a moment.
There’s no end to the desires of youth.
Our cries of innocence are lit like burning flame.
And just as there’s no plot that seeks a final end,
love, too, changes as it recedes deeper into our memory.
An ancient sage often reminds us –
Life dances in the melodies of an empty space.
A midnight sonata
Right here, nightly teardrops
are never enough to wipe my contrition.
Because you left me and forever
my soul will be at its lonesome.
Here in this forsaken home,
thy cold heart plays a midnight song.
Now that you’re with your king,
dark angels will sing heavenly hymns.
My woman, forgive my grand enchantment,
but there’s no wisdom to my wrathful ways.
In this darkened room, I shall die abandoned,
mournful, my knees will sink in oblivion.
In the eyes of of the good Lord,
you were a dream I couldn't hold!
are never enough to wipe my contrition.
Because you left me and forever
my soul will be at its lonesome.
Here in this forsaken home,
thy cold heart plays a midnight song.
Now that you’re with your king,
dark angels will sing heavenly hymns.
My woman, forgive my grand enchantment,
but there’s no wisdom to my wrathful ways.
In this darkened room, I shall die abandoned,
mournful, my knees will sink in oblivion.
In the eyes of of the good Lord,
you were a dream I couldn't hold!
The wine of death
I drank the wine of death
to kiss the sadness of this day.
There’s no remorse nor blame in here,
all wisdom hath ran adrift with inconstancy.
My soul falls from the skies
to taste the life that no one knew.
But all in life’s voiceless and gone,
a hapless victim of the indifference in man.
Quiet moments and blissful songs,
but this is not the home that I long.
With sickness unto death, I leave,
defeated by that woman in you.
to kiss the sadness of this day.
There’s no remorse nor blame in here,
all wisdom hath ran adrift with inconstancy.
My soul falls from the skies
to taste the life that no one knew.
But all in life’s voiceless and gone,
a hapless victim of the indifference in man.
Quiet moments and blissful songs,
but this is not the home that I long.
With sickness unto death, I leave,
defeated by that woman in you.
The Prisoner
A flock of robins flies above me,
as some fallen nuts touch my grieving soul.
The wind brings a quiet message to me, saying,
to be in the world is both to be empty and full.
No one truly understands my emptiness.
Perhaps, nothingness is the way of things.
I fear death, but I also fear love
for love, sometimes, is a graveyard.
In memoriam, the gods tell me that love is
the only noble reason why I still live.
Love is great but man destroys himself
in search of love.
Beyond love there has to be something else,
a place where faith and sin meet.
as some fallen nuts touch my grieving soul.
The wind brings a quiet message to me, saying,
to be in the world is both to be empty and full.
No one truly understands my emptiness.
Perhaps, nothingness is the way of things.
I fear death, but I also fear love
for love, sometimes, is a graveyard.
In memoriam, the gods tell me that love is
the only noble reason why I still live.
Love is great but man destroys himself
in search of love.
Beyond love there has to be something else,
a place where faith and sin meet.
By the Window
The face of a new day lights my room
as I sit by the window.
Past memories unfold before me
as I watch the dying trees.
Seemingly, the skies and this earth argue
as I gaze beneath my soul.
The birds sing melodies that remain soft,
so soft that I can no longer bear –
So soft, that I finally fell asleep.
So soft, that my memories soon disappear.
as I sit by the window.
Past memories unfold before me
as I watch the dying trees.
Seemingly, the skies and this earth argue
as I gaze beneath my soul.
The birds sing melodies that remain soft,
so soft that I can no longer bear –
So soft, that I finally fell asleep.
So soft, that my memories soon disappear.
Form
The destinies of two worlds meet
in the middle of this earthly existence.
Your bosom reveals eternal charm to God
but to every man, an insidious adoration.
A herd of lions adore your skin,
it's pure wisdom, an enigma so serene.
Ah, a luminous face, fragile hands,
like waterfalls they fail not to enchant!
A deep and grieving navel begets the angels,
they too fall in sweet surrender.
Thou cast no stone unto thy form,
the world awaits, her beauty commands!
in the middle of this earthly existence.
Your bosom reveals eternal charm to God
but to every man, an insidious adoration.
A herd of lions adore your skin,
it's pure wisdom, an enigma so serene.
Ah, a luminous face, fragile hands,
like waterfalls they fail not to enchant!
A deep and grieving navel begets the angels,
they too fall in sweet surrender.
Thou cast no stone unto thy form,
the world awaits, her beauty commands!
Lust
The heart of Eros debilitates thy mind,
Her hungry voice eagerly dictating,
to the infamy of my soul constantly pounding.
A huge grin drowns my finitude in an eternity of doom.
Desire to mortals is nothing
but the edge of a rose’s final bloom.
Carnality often asks kings
to fill the moonlight with a glorious toast.
We are like hummingbirds
whose destinies in man’s ignonimity unfold.
Her hungry voice eagerly dictating,
to the infamy of my soul constantly pounding.
A huge grin drowns my finitude in an eternity of doom.
Desire to mortals is nothing
but the edge of a rose’s final bloom.
Carnality often asks kings
to fill the moonlight with a glorious toast.
We are like hummingbirds
whose destinies in man’s ignonimity unfold.
In eternal grace
This life is not for us, the world is full of conceited men,
The heart seeks divinity, not the comfort of a friend.
For man alone, he alone, futile as life can be,
Decrees which joys and pains, thy soul seeks with thee.
Calm and innocent, I knock before that mysterious door,
In search of your submission in this dark and hallowed hall.
There is silence but your pure loveliness blinds my naive eyes,
Your frail hands, your innocent look, make my hungry heart comply.
Here in the middle of nowhere, of boundless space,
We dance in honor of the gods, in eternal grace.
The heart seeks divinity, not the comfort of a friend.
For man alone, he alone, futile as life can be,
Decrees which joys and pains, thy soul seeks with thee.
Calm and innocent, I knock before that mysterious door,
In search of your submission in this dark and hallowed hall.
There is silence but your pure loveliness blinds my naive eyes,
Your frail hands, your innocent look, make my hungry heart comply.
Here in the middle of nowhere, of boundless space,
We dance in honor of the gods, in eternal grace.
The Night
The night is empty,
the sea sleeps in serenity
but here we are,
confessing to be in love.
Fate or destiny,
whatever it may be,
the angels are laughing at us
for being here.
Love shows no mercy,
my old friend says,
to mortals who dream,
to those who believe.
For freedom condemns lovers,
the doors of heaven,
may lead two innocent beings
to the trail of hell.
the sea sleeps in serenity
but here we are,
confessing to be in love.
Fate or destiny,
whatever it may be,
the angels are laughing at us
for being here.
Love shows no mercy,
my old friend says,
to mortals who dream,
to those who believe.
For freedom condemns lovers,
the doors of heaven,
may lead two innocent beings
to the trail of hell.
Broken
Here on earth,
the heart suffers from impotence,
the mind is obscured by its perversity.
For man is fettered by his passions,
like dead and fallen leaf,
like broken glass,
like some shattered possibility.
A caveat to mere mortals –
the charm of Venus tempts and destroys
even the most powerful of men.
In the shadows of that murderous libido,
it’s morbid passion,
it is ambition,
that cripples Caesar's hand.
Despair is like falling in love,
they say love lives and dies,
they protest that love grows and ends,
a fruitless journey that serves no one,
it is Alexander lost in the middle of nowhere,
leading men who carry no "will",
searching an eternal throne
that is not, and never has been there.
the heart suffers from impotence,
the mind is obscured by its perversity.
For man is fettered by his passions,
like dead and fallen leaf,
like broken glass,
like some shattered possibility.
A caveat to mere mortals –
the charm of Venus tempts and destroys
even the most powerful of men.
In the shadows of that murderous libido,
it’s morbid passion,
it is ambition,
that cripples Caesar's hand.
Despair is like falling in love,
they say love lives and dies,
they protest that love grows and ends,
a fruitless journey that serves no one,
it is Alexander lost in the middle of nowhere,
leading men who carry no "will",
searching an eternal throne
that is not, and never has been there.
Teardrop
You are the flesh of my ambitions,
in your body lies my sacred kingdom,
Soft as dandelions,
your pearly skin frolic in forgotten wisdom.
In those deep brown eyes
the wars of men find an eternal home.
The fragile radiance of your face
is the cradle of my children’s joy.
Silent as the dark skies,
in that smile you hide life in the ordinary.
In so many endless nights
your touch ends infinity of its burdens.
In the here and now, forever
is just a teardrop when we both feel weary!
Now, as I close my eyes and gaze
upon the shallow part of my being,
I see my emptiness, my hopes,
so spent, so fettered by my unbecoming.
in your body lies my sacred kingdom,
Soft as dandelions,
your pearly skin frolic in forgotten wisdom.
In those deep brown eyes
the wars of men find an eternal home.
The fragile radiance of your face
is the cradle of my children’s joy.
Silent as the dark skies,
in that smile you hide life in the ordinary.
In so many endless nights
your touch ends infinity of its burdens.
In the here and now, forever
is just a teardrop when we both feel weary!
Now, as I close my eyes and gaze
upon the shallow part of my being,
I see my emptiness, my hopes,
so spent, so fettered by my unbecoming.
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