Humans.
The peak of evolution.
Lords of the world.
God's special children.
'Trust in Man,' they say.
Have faith in your fellow human.
For we are good.
We are just.
We are merciful.
A woman
Forever scarred by the stranger in the dark.
A boy
Left alone with his nightmares.
A child
Afraid of her own father.
For we truly are good.
A man
Waiting for his last day.
A girl
going to the bathroom after family dinner.
A dog
Put to sleep for being a dog.
Thus we are just.
A child
Giving his life to protect his home.
A man
Forced to kill or be killed.
A country
Destroyed for being what we are not.
Because we are merciful.
Friday, 19 December 2008
Saturday, 6 December 2008
Snowfall
I stood in the middle of the road, listening. We were the only ones in the dark, me and that lonely street light. It cast a pale yellow light behind me, flickering every now and then as if it was tired of burning and was wishing I'd get the hell away from it so it could go to sleep. But I kept standing there, my back against the light so it wouldn't disturb me too much. We stood there together, a tired street light and an odd little girl, alone in the dark.
The clouds were hanging low and covered the stars, but I wasn't there to watch the stars that night. Stars are there everyday, but first snowfall comes only once a year. It wasn't a proper snowfall, at least that's what everyone else would tell you -It didn't last long, and it was too cold for proper snowflakes, it was merely raining tiny spheres of snow. But I'm not too picky, I lost that luxury a long time ago.
The little spheres stole light from the gaze of the street light, which seemed to make it flicker even more, perhaps out of anger since it now had to work twice as hard. It all looked rather beautiful, I'm sure -The snowfall wrapping the world in an icy mist, momentarily hiding us from the demands of reality. Stopping time so we could be free just for a moment. But unfortunately the street light wasn't interested in being free, it just wanted to sleep already, and I was there to listen, not to watch.
Frost had covered the fallen leaves, making them cold and stiff even though they weren't completely frozen yet. The little spheres fell from the sky, creating a quiet rustle as they landed on the leaves all around us. It sounded like a rainstick right when you start to upend it. I let myself get lost in that sound, forgetting the world around me and travelling to a place where things were better, like they used to be.
The street light had had enough, and made sure I knew it by going on and off very demandingly. I sighed a little and slowly opened my eyes. The snowfall was quieting down, and the rustle was becoming too subtle to be heard. I had stolen too much time already, but I couldn't resist opening a small rift and letting a few snow spirits into this dark world. They shot out like tiny rockets, sprinting around me and under the street light with such joy that even the grumpy street light couldn't help to feel a bit more uplifted. One of them even landed on my nose for a moment, it's butterfly wings gently beating the cold air.
I watched the playing spirits, a small smile pushing it's way on to my face, then turned away from the street light again. "You can go to sleep now," I said to it as I started to walk away. It flickered a goodbye to me, but stayed on for a moment longer, letting the spirits race around the edges of it's gaze. The light grew slowly dimmer then, as the street light decided it was high time to get some sleep, and was soon gone. The snow spirits played for a moment longer, shining with a pale white glow, before they vanished with the last of the falling snow.
The clouds were hanging low and covered the stars, but I wasn't there to watch the stars that night. Stars are there everyday, but first snowfall comes only once a year. It wasn't a proper snowfall, at least that's what everyone else would tell you -It didn't last long, and it was too cold for proper snowflakes, it was merely raining tiny spheres of snow. But I'm not too picky, I lost that luxury a long time ago.
The little spheres stole light from the gaze of the street light, which seemed to make it flicker even more, perhaps out of anger since it now had to work twice as hard. It all looked rather beautiful, I'm sure -The snowfall wrapping the world in an icy mist, momentarily hiding us from the demands of reality. Stopping time so we could be free just for a moment. But unfortunately the street light wasn't interested in being free, it just wanted to sleep already, and I was there to listen, not to watch.
Frost had covered the fallen leaves, making them cold and stiff even though they weren't completely frozen yet. The little spheres fell from the sky, creating a quiet rustle as they landed on the leaves all around us. It sounded like a rainstick right when you start to upend it. I let myself get lost in that sound, forgetting the world around me and travelling to a place where things were better, like they used to be.
The street light had had enough, and made sure I knew it by going on and off very demandingly. I sighed a little and slowly opened my eyes. The snowfall was quieting down, and the rustle was becoming too subtle to be heard. I had stolen too much time already, but I couldn't resist opening a small rift and letting a few snow spirits into this dark world. They shot out like tiny rockets, sprinting around me and under the street light with such joy that even the grumpy street light couldn't help to feel a bit more uplifted. One of them even landed on my nose for a moment, it's butterfly wings gently beating the cold air.
I watched the playing spirits, a small smile pushing it's way on to my face, then turned away from the street light again. "You can go to sleep now," I said to it as I started to walk away. It flickered a goodbye to me, but stayed on for a moment longer, letting the spirits race around the edges of it's gaze. The light grew slowly dimmer then, as the street light decided it was high time to get some sleep, and was soon gone. The snow spirits played for a moment longer, shining with a pale white glow, before they vanished with the last of the falling snow.
Fall of a Poet
See me
Hear me!
See my effort and my battle
Hear my pain and my passion
See me through your eyes
Hear you through my ears
See me in the world you created
Hear me in the world I created
See my part in this time
Hear my longing for a place in life
Why must I fail before you can see me
Why must I fall before you can hear me
Hear me!
See my effort and my battle
Hear my pain and my passion
See me through your eyes
Hear you through my ears
See me in the world you created
Hear me in the world I created
See my part in this time
Hear my longing for a place in life
Why must I fail before you can see me
Why must I fall before you can hear me
Time
Lying on the green grass
Dreading that the day will pass
With the battle of focus and sway
That leads my mind astray
The should and should not
Twist to form a knot
That leaves me destroyed
And makes every decision void
To take a five
You just need time
From whatever is life
For what you strife
But the world won't wait
Unless you break
Free from the chains
That prevent that change
Dreading that the day will pass
With the battle of focus and sway
That leads my mind astray
The should and should not
Twist to form a knot
That leaves me destroyed
And makes every decision void
To take a five
You just need time
From whatever is life
For what you strife
But the world won't wait
Unless you break
Free from the chains
That prevent that change
Autumn Magic
Fairies in the golden rain
Windows full of water stains
Dragons in the roaring wind
Stories by the fire sing
Wizards in the blazing storm
Words that take an epic form
Centaurns in the rustling streets
Connected by a simple beat
Sirens in the faiding light
Rhymes that wake a secret might
Spirits in the raising moon
Magic breaks by sun at noon
Windows full of water stains
Dragons in the roaring wind
Stories by the fire sing
Wizards in the blazing storm
Words that take an epic form
Centaurns in the rustling streets
Connected by a simple beat
Sirens in the faiding light
Rhymes that wake a secret might
Spirits in the raising moon
Magic breaks by sun at noon
Fly
Fly.
It's the only thought in my mind that can push through the tears and the pain: Spreading my wings and just flying away. How easy it would be to escape this darkness around me if I could just fly to the heavens –up, up to the clouds and beyond, from the storm and the rain to the quiet, calming light of the stars. Back to home, back to the sweet, blissful peace of my never ending sleep.
Fly.
My feet are not used to running, at least not on the cold, dead concrete. It is as if the street itself is trying to help them, grabbing my feet, sinking icy teeth in my soles to slow me, to pull me down. My grace has gone -I stumble forward in panic like a deer hit by a car. If I could just spread my wings and fly…
Fly.
They scream me to stop, to give in. I can't escape –I know it, and so do they. The pain gives me strength, but it's not enough. I am a stranger here, in their world, lost in their chaos. The lights that guide them to my shadow only confuse me and lead me astray. I no longer know where home is, but I'm quite sure this is the wrong way. But there's no one else I can go. There's no way I can run where they wouldn't find me. Without my wings I can only run, and with every step my end is catching up.
Fly.
I never thought this would be my end -hunted down and defeated in a foreign world, cornered with doom and submittance. I certainly didn't expect to spend my eternity as a pet -To live as a caged bird, its sky stolen from it, its wings broken so it can't escape. Life for freedom.
What they fail to understand, why they failed in their hunt, is that for me freedom is life. Freedom to fly, even with broken wings.
It's the only thought in my mind that can push through the tears and the pain: Spreading my wings and just flying away. How easy it would be to escape this darkness around me if I could just fly to the heavens –up, up to the clouds and beyond, from the storm and the rain to the quiet, calming light of the stars. Back to home, back to the sweet, blissful peace of my never ending sleep.
Fly.
My feet are not used to running, at least not on the cold, dead concrete. It is as if the street itself is trying to help them, grabbing my feet, sinking icy teeth in my soles to slow me, to pull me down. My grace has gone -I stumble forward in panic like a deer hit by a car. If I could just spread my wings and fly…
Fly.
They scream me to stop, to give in. I can't escape –I know it, and so do they. The pain gives me strength, but it's not enough. I am a stranger here, in their world, lost in their chaos. The lights that guide them to my shadow only confuse me and lead me astray. I no longer know where home is, but I'm quite sure this is the wrong way. But there's no one else I can go. There's no way I can run where they wouldn't find me. Without my wings I can only run, and with every step my end is catching up.
Fly.
I never thought this would be my end -hunted down and defeated in a foreign world, cornered with doom and submittance. I certainly didn't expect to spend my eternity as a pet -To live as a caged bird, its sky stolen from it, its wings broken so it can't escape. Life for freedom.
What they fail to understand, why they failed in their hunt, is that for me freedom is life. Freedom to fly, even with broken wings.
Darkness of Heart
Those darkest hours I fear and hate.
Failures that weave a web of uncertainty
-The fabric of this darkness of heart.
Those darkest hours haunt my sleep,
So I let them out, push them away,
Reveal the makers of this darkness of heart.
They hate those darkest hours
Where thoughts turn into words
That mirror this darkness of heart.
But I don't want those darkest hours,
The chains of words that have no hope,
That spawn from this darkness of heart.
They wish for that perfect moment,
A word of joy from my hands
Rather than this darkness of heart.
But that perfect moment is mine:
The golden sunrise of a distant planet
That shines through this darkness of heart.
That perfect moment the world would break,
So I keep it safe, hidden and silent,
Behind this darkness of heart.
That perfect moment I keep for myself,
My hope, strength, love.
Just under this darkness of heart.
Failures that weave a web of uncertainty
-The fabric of this darkness of heart.
Those darkest hours haunt my sleep,
So I let them out, push them away,
Reveal the makers of this darkness of heart.
They hate those darkest hours
Where thoughts turn into words
That mirror this darkness of heart.
But I don't want those darkest hours,
The chains of words that have no hope,
That spawn from this darkness of heart.
They wish for that perfect moment,
A word of joy from my hands
Rather than this darkness of heart.
But that perfect moment is mine:
The golden sunrise of a distant planet
That shines through this darkness of heart.
That perfect moment the world would break,
So I keep it safe, hidden and silent,
Behind this darkness of heart.
That perfect moment I keep for myself,
My hope, strength, love.
Just under this darkness of heart.
The Skeleton Closet
"What's in there?" they ask.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quickly say
And hastily turn away.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quietly say
Then lead their attention to the other way.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you whisper a pray
As the closet sinks into the fading gray.
Monsters mauling my mind
Demons destroying my dreams
Dirty little secrets in the skeleton closet
Dirty little secrets in the skeleton closet
Screams and silence
Blood and violence
Those dark deeds done only for pure insolence
Terrifying nightmares in the skeleton closet
Terrifying nightmares in the skeleton closet
"What's in there?" they ask.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quickly say
And hastily turn away.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quietly say
Then lead their attention to the other way.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you whisper a pray
As the closet sinks into the fading gray.
Monsters mauling my mind
Demons destroying my dreams
Dirty little secrets in the skeleton closet
Dirty little secrets in the skeleton closet
Tears and rain
Fear and pain
Guilt and regret driving me insane
Painful memories in the skeleton closet
Painful memories in the skeleton closet
"What's in there?" they ask.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quickly say
And hastily turn away.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quietly say
Then lead their attention to the other way.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you whisper a pray
As the closet sinks into the fading gray.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quickly say
And hastily turn away.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quietly say
Then lead their attention to the other way.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you whisper a pray
As the closet sinks into the fading gray.
Monsters mauling my mind
Demons destroying my dreams
Dirty little secrets in the skeleton closet
Dirty little secrets in the skeleton closet
Screams and silence
Blood and violence
Those dark deeds done only for pure insolence
Terrifying nightmares in the skeleton closet
Terrifying nightmares in the skeleton closet
"What's in there?" they ask.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quickly say
And hastily turn away.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quietly say
Then lead their attention to the other way.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you whisper a pray
As the closet sinks into the fading gray.
Monsters mauling my mind
Demons destroying my dreams
Dirty little secrets in the skeleton closet
Dirty little secrets in the skeleton closet
Tears and rain
Fear and pain
Guilt and regret driving me insane
Painful memories in the skeleton closet
Painful memories in the skeleton closet
"What's in there?" they ask.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quickly say
And hastily turn away.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you quietly say
Then lead their attention to the other way.
"Nothing, nothing at all," you whisper a pray
As the closet sinks into the fading gray.
To Live a Lie
I could live a lie.
Fool my heart,
Silence my reason,
Cage my soul.
Just to live a lie.
The lie that you breathe.
The lie that you feed.
The lie that you need.
The lie that was the truth.
For I believed,
And I fought,
And I cried.
All for a truth that would now be a lie.
For I learned,
And I saw.
I woke up.
To a truth that was once a lie.
A truth I could not see,
Could not feel,
Could not believe.
Because I was living a lie.
But my heart saw a light,
My reason found a voice,
My soul broke free.
And the lie became the truth.
And the truth became the lie.
I could have lived a lie.
The lie I fought for,
The lie I believed in,
The lie that fooled our hearts.
Before I learned I couldn't live a lie.
Fool my heart,
Silence my reason,
Cage my soul.
Just to live a lie.
The lie that you breathe.
The lie that you feed.
The lie that you need.
The lie that was the truth.
For I believed,
And I fought,
And I cried.
All for a truth that would now be a lie.
For I learned,
And I saw.
I woke up.
To a truth that was once a lie.
A truth I could not see,
Could not feel,
Could not believe.
Because I was living a lie.
But my heart saw a light,
My reason found a voice,
My soul broke free.
And the lie became the truth.
And the truth became the lie.
I could have lived a lie.
The lie I fought for,
The lie I believed in,
The lie that fooled our hearts.
Before I learned I couldn't live a lie.
The Seafarer; pt II Tales from the Sea; Bonny Lass (take I)
Now hear my tale
So sad but true
Of Bonny Lass
The one that flew
For none had known
A maid so pure
As Bonny Lass
And that's for sure
Eyes of sky
And hair of sun
Had Bonny Lass
My only one
No missing teeth
No boils or warts
Had Bonny Lass
Who stole my heart
good to this point
I watched her days
I watched her nights
Bonny Lass (needs work, and a line and a half)
But out of reatch
I could not touch
My Bonny Lass
It cost too much
Something comes here where our hero finds the impossible happening -she knowing who he is, talking to him, spending a day with him. Also should somehow address the problem with her social status.
Her joyous laugh
Then turned to smile
As Bonny Lass said
"Oh, stay awhile."
Something comes here where our hero gets lucky, then finds out he was played, then gets sad because of it, then gets over it. Possibly she having an embarrassing ending with her game.
-ney!
Old Bonny Lass
I have one thing left to say: (needs a line and a half, also doesn't fit the pace)
No tears, no cries
I don't weep for thee
Because my Bonny Lass
Is now the open sea! (doesn't fit the pace)
So sad but true
Of Bonny Lass
The one that flew
For none had known
A maid so pure
As Bonny Lass
And that's for sure
Eyes of sky
And hair of sun
Had Bonny Lass
My only one
No missing teeth
No boils or warts
Had Bonny Lass
Who stole my heart
good to this point
I watched her days
I watched her nights
Bonny Lass (needs work, and a line and a half)
But out of reatch
I could not touch
My Bonny Lass
It cost too much
Something comes here where our hero finds the impossible happening -she knowing who he is, talking to him, spending a day with him. Also should somehow address the problem with her social status.
Her joyous laugh
Then turned to smile
As Bonny Lass said
"Oh, stay awhile."
Something comes here where our hero gets lucky, then finds out he was played, then gets sad because of it, then gets over it. Possibly she having an embarrassing ending with her game.
-ney!
Old Bonny Lass
I have one thing left to say: (needs a line and a half, also doesn't fit the pace)
No tears, no cries
I don't weep for thee
Because my Bonny Lass
Is now the open sea! (doesn't fit the pace)
A Hero's End
Crossed, I now stand at the edge of end.
For now I must choose between what could be,
And what should be.
To abandon my future for theirs,
To fulfill my duty for their freedom,
To meet my end through their hands,
-That is the road of a hero.
For what else could repay their pain, their sacrifices
Other than my blood, my loss.
The lives I've taken -justified.
The worlds I've destroyed -replaceable.
The sins I've done -forgiven.
And I would be honored as their savior, their greatest hero.
But have I not earned my freedom,
Have I not earned my right for a future?
With the lives I've saved, the families spared, the souls reunited,
Have I not earned my rest?
I have brought them from the depths of darkness to the edge of light,
Showed them the way to glory.
Should they not save themselves?
Should the weak be allowed to triumph if they are unable to stand up for themselves?
Should my future be lost just so they could have theirs?
My happiness forgotten, my pain ignored.
My freedom taken from me.
Should I give up so they could escape death?
Are their dreams worth more than mine?
But could I ever find peace with this past I carry,
With these forgotten souls haunting my dreams?
Those lost in battle,
The victims of my crusade.
Could blood ever be paid with something other than blood?
Could dreams of a betrayer save him from his sins?
I see now that the path has always been straight
-my very first step has lead me to the only end it has to offer.
The masked sins done to save the world,
The lives taken to save others,
The desperate choices to save my soul
-Only my end can pay that price.
So I am left with no other way than to face this end,
For this is what I chose.
This is my story,
My life,
My ending,
And only I can see it through.
For now I must choose between what could be,
And what should be.
To abandon my future for theirs,
To fulfill my duty for their freedom,
To meet my end through their hands,
-That is the road of a hero.
For what else could repay their pain, their sacrifices
Other than my blood, my loss.
The lives I've taken -justified.
The worlds I've destroyed -replaceable.
The sins I've done -forgiven.
And I would be honored as their savior, their greatest hero.
But have I not earned my freedom,
Have I not earned my right for a future?
With the lives I've saved, the families spared, the souls reunited,
Have I not earned my rest?
I have brought them from the depths of darkness to the edge of light,
Showed them the way to glory.
Should they not save themselves?
Should the weak be allowed to triumph if they are unable to stand up for themselves?
Should my future be lost just so they could have theirs?
My happiness forgotten, my pain ignored.
My freedom taken from me.
Should I give up so they could escape death?
Are their dreams worth more than mine?
But could I ever find peace with this past I carry,
With these forgotten souls haunting my dreams?
Those lost in battle,
The victims of my crusade.
Could blood ever be paid with something other than blood?
Could dreams of a betrayer save him from his sins?
I see now that the path has always been straight
-my very first step has lead me to the only end it has to offer.
The masked sins done to save the world,
The lives taken to save others,
The desperate choices to save my soul
-Only my end can pay that price.
So I am left with no other way than to face this end,
For this is what I chose.
This is my story,
My life,
My ending,
And only I can see it through.
The Light of Night
For them it's only pain
Shards of glass within the rain
The cold grip of a frozen chain
That'll leave them beaten, drained
For them it's a door to fear
Nightmares becoming too real
Their heart struck with a silver spear
And their soul crying the ruby tears
But without pain
There is no gain
And fear is the cane
That puts ice under strain
The road is hard when you reach for the peak
-Not all can be carried by the creek
For some the way is mostly oblique
And tears won't make them weak
Little rain won't lead you astray
For in life, storm hits every way
You can't escape, even if you pray
So understand when their hearts sway
An endless fight
To reach the hights
And the light of night
Is the door to might
Shards of glass within the rain
The cold grip of a frozen chain
That'll leave them beaten, drained
For them it's a door to fear
Nightmares becoming too real
Their heart struck with a silver spear
And their soul crying the ruby tears
But without pain
There is no gain
And fear is the cane
That puts ice under strain
The road is hard when you reach for the peak
-Not all can be carried by the creek
For some the way is mostly oblique
And tears won't make them weak
Little rain won't lead you astray
For in life, storm hits every way
You can't escape, even if you pray
So understand when their hearts sway
An endless fight
To reach the hights
And the light of night
Is the door to might
My Precious
Sitting on your throne
Watching behind your silver platter
Your life is the image of perfection
Walking in the summer day
Your energy outshining the sun
You life is finally at peace
And there I am
Sitting in my dark corner
Hiding in my dark mind
And you feel my pain
And it hurts you
Brings back memories
Paints sad images
So you will help
You will lift my sorrows
You will teach me your ways
And thus I, too, will live in the light
But this is my rain
My pain
My nightmare
And it's all I have
The only thing that's mine
Watching behind your silver platter
Your life is the image of perfection
Walking in the summer day
Your energy outshining the sun
You life is finally at peace
And there I am
Sitting in my dark corner
Hiding in my dark mind
And you feel my pain
And it hurts you
Brings back memories
Paints sad images
So you will help
You will lift my sorrows
You will teach me your ways
And thus I, too, will live in the light
But this is my rain
My pain
My nightmare
And it's all I have
The only thing that's mine
The Broken Beast
Through the rebel's words
And the hero's laugh
Behind the jester's eyes
And the joker's smile
Hides a broken man
Lies a broken heart
Waits a broken beast
Through a stranger's eyes
And the unknown's tears
Behind a friend's wish
And an ally's fears
Speaks a broken man
Beats a broken heart
Hides a broken beast
Through an angel's pain
And a demon's scream
Behind a saint's trouble
And a devil's cry
Falls a broken man
Bleeds a broken heart
Lies a broken beast
Through a stranger's words
And a friend's laugh
Behind a jester's wish
And a devil's fear
Lies a broken man
Speaks a broken heart
Bleeds a broken beast
And the hero's laugh
Behind the jester's eyes
And the joker's smile
Hides a broken man
Lies a broken heart
Waits a broken beast
Through a stranger's eyes
And the unknown's tears
Behind a friend's wish
And an ally's fears
Speaks a broken man
Beats a broken heart
Hides a broken beast
Through an angel's pain
And a demon's scream
Behind a saint's trouble
And a devil's cry
Falls a broken man
Bleeds a broken heart
Lies a broken beast
Through a stranger's words
And a friend's laugh
Behind a jester's wish
And a devil's fear
Lies a broken man
Speaks a broken heart
Bleeds a broken beast
Pain
Pain.
No one really deserves it.
I do know it makes us stronger -so much stronger- if we just listen to it, learn from it, embrace it.
And no one can escape pain. We all get hurt, time and time again we get kicked in the face.
Life is cruel, unfair, a pain in the arse. In times it really seems to enjoy to see us suffer, to see us in pain.
And still we triumph, still we pick ourselves up, face every hit head on. We fall over and over again, and still we get up. We still fight back.
Fearing pain is as stupid as fearing the rain. Pain teaches us important lessons, teaches us how to survive. Teaches us how to be happy.
And yet I fear.
Fear because I, as so many others, have to be the one that causes pain.
And I despise myself for it.
No one really deserves it.
I do know it makes us stronger -so much stronger- if we just listen to it, learn from it, embrace it.
And no one can escape pain. We all get hurt, time and time again we get kicked in the face.
Life is cruel, unfair, a pain in the arse. In times it really seems to enjoy to see us suffer, to see us in pain.
And still we triumph, still we pick ourselves up, face every hit head on. We fall over and over again, and still we get up. We still fight back.
Fearing pain is as stupid as fearing the rain. Pain teaches us important lessons, teaches us how to survive. Teaches us how to be happy.
And yet I fear.
Fear because I, as so many others, have to be the one that causes pain.
And I despise myself for it.
Through the Silence
Can you spare a moment of your time?
Could you stop for just a second?
Sit here with me, just a little while.
Please, just wait a bit.
Thank you.
Now, listen.
Can you hear it?
No, not their laughter.
Listen harder.
Can you hear it?
No, not the birds either,
Nor the wind.
Behind all that.
Just listen.
Can you hear it?
Yes, yes, they all think,
And yes they all smile at you,
But behind that, can you hear it?
Please, just listen a little longer.
Just listen.
Can you hear it?
Yes, yes, that's it,
The nothingness, you hear that?
In the silence, can you hear it?
It's so very quiet, but if you listen...
Can you hear it?
Can you h -what?
No, please, don't go!
Just try one more time,
Just wait a little longer,
Just...
...Listen for the whisper...
Could you stop for just a second?
Sit here with me, just a little while.
Please, just wait a bit.
Thank you.
Now, listen.
Can you hear it?
No, not their laughter.
Listen harder.
Can you hear it?
No, not the birds either,
Nor the wind.
Behind all that.
Just listen.
Can you hear it?
Yes, yes, they all think,
And yes they all smile at you,
But behind that, can you hear it?
Please, just listen a little longer.
Just listen.
Can you hear it?
Yes, yes, that's it,
The nothingness, you hear that?
In the silence, can you hear it?
It's so very quiet, but if you listen...
Can you hear it?
Can you h -what?
No, please, don't go!
Just try one more time,
Just wait a little longer,
Just...
...Listen for the whisper...
Antichrist
The perfect genes to give the perfect looks
The perfect family to give the perfect values
The perfect friends to give the perfect manners
The perfect faith to give the perfect confidence
I wonder how does it feels:
When everything you say is perfect
With the perfect thoughts
And the perfect words
I wonder what’s it like:
When everything you try is perfect
With the perfect brain
And the perfect success
I wonder how does it taste:
When life is perfect
With the perfect present
And the perfect future
Perfection in every sentence
Perfection in every step
Perfection in every smile
Perfect in every way
None can deny
None can hate
’Cept for the antichrist
Standing bitter outside the limelight
The perfect family to give the perfect values
The perfect friends to give the perfect manners
The perfect faith to give the perfect confidence
I wonder how does it feels:
When everything you say is perfect
With the perfect thoughts
And the perfect words
I wonder what’s it like:
When everything you try is perfect
With the perfect brain
And the perfect success
I wonder how does it taste:
When life is perfect
With the perfect present
And the perfect future
Perfection in every sentence
Perfection in every step
Perfection in every smile
Perfect in every way
None can deny
None can hate
’Cept for the antichrist
Standing bitter outside the limelight
Sleipnir
From the realm of silence
To this world of noise
Out of place, away from home
Brought to fight the unknown
Scared, confused, lonely
I can hear you
I understand
And together we will flee
You gather your courage
-Follow my lead
Rise to your feet restless, tired
That were once too scared to move
And we run away
From the world of noise
To this realm of peace
From the lies and deceiving
To trust and strength
Determined, eager, as one
You hear me now
You can understand
That together we are strong
I forget my fear and sorrow
-Let go of the past
Spread my wings broken, bleeding
That were too weak to carry me
And we fly away
Love
Love
is to have someone
who makes you cry when they are leaving,
who makes you laugh when they are away,
who makes you smile when you see them coming,
who makes you sigh when they hold you.
Love
is to have someone
who makes your heart race with one look,
who makes your eyes shine with one word,
who makes your knees weak with one touch,
who makes your troubles melt with one kiss.
Love
is to have someone
who makes you feel loved.
is to have someone
who makes you cry when they are leaving,
who makes you laugh when they are away,
who makes you smile when you see them coming,
who makes you sigh when they hold you.
Love
is to have someone
who makes your heart race with one look,
who makes your eyes shine with one word,
who makes your knees weak with one touch,
who makes your troubles melt with one kiss.
Love
is to have someone
who makes you feel loved.
Four Seasons
Silence without you is like Winter
-never ending chill and darkness.
Happiness without you is like Spring
-a short fleeting moment.
Love without you is like Summer
-only a distant memory.
Eternity without you is like Autumn
-a long wait in the murk.
Silence with you is like Winter
-pure and dreaming.
Happiness with you is like Spring
-bubbling spring of joy.
Love with you is like Summer
-warm and peaceful.
Eternity with you is like Autumn
-a dance of colorful leaves.
-never ending chill and darkness.
Happiness without you is like Spring
-a short fleeting moment.
Love without you is like Summer
-only a distant memory.
Eternity without you is like Autumn
-a long wait in the murk.
Silence with you is like Winter
-pure and dreaming.
Happiness with you is like Spring
-bubbling spring of joy.
Love with you is like Summer
-warm and peaceful.
Eternity with you is like Autumn
-a dance of colorful leaves.
Duality
So near
And yet so far
So much hope
And still too much fear
So clear
And just as confusing
So like a flower
And too close to a spear
So much happiness
So much light
The age-old loneliness
And the long, familiar night
And yet so far
So much hope
And still too much fear
So clear
And just as confusing
So like a flower
And too close to a spear
So much happiness
So much light
The age-old loneliness
And the long, familiar night
Vultures of Cares
We are the strong
We are the smart
We are vultures of care
Perfection in our heart
Do you know us?
No, you don't need to.
Do we know you?
No, we don't have to.
We read your mind
We know the answer you can't find
Our eyes see to your soul
Our ears hear your taunts
Our mind finds your flaw
Our words fix your thoughts
Do you know us?
No, you don't need to.
Do we know you?
No, we don't have to.
We are the only choice
Final truth in our voice.
We are the strong
We are the smart
We are vultures of care
Perfection in our heart
We are the smart
We are vultures of care
Perfection in our heart
Do you know us?
No, you don't need to.
Do we know you?
No, we don't have to.
We read your mind
We know the answer you can't find
Our eyes see to your soul
Our ears hear your taunts
Our mind finds your flaw
Our words fix your thoughts
Do you know us?
No, you don't need to.
Do we know you?
No, we don't have to.
We are the only choice
Final truth in our voice.
We are the strong
We are the smart
We are vultures of care
Perfection in our heart
Help Wanted
What to say to a friend you have known forever
Even when you only met them yesterday
How to explain you miss them already
When it's only been a moment
How to say you know how it feels
When your lives are nothing alike
How to tell you'll be there
When you're miles apart
To see the sorrow in the smile
To hear the cry in the laughter
To feel the pain in the voice
How to tell you see through the words
Hear through the words
Feel through the words
How to say you'll help
When there's nothing you can do
Even when you only met them yesterday
How to explain you miss them already
When it's only been a moment
How to say you know how it feels
When your lives are nothing alike
How to tell you'll be there
When you're miles apart
To see the sorrow in the smile
To hear the cry in the laughter
To feel the pain in the voice
How to tell you see through the words
Hear through the words
Feel through the words
How to say you'll help
When there's nothing you can do
Hi, Hello, How Are You
Here we go again
The way we always do
"Hi, hello, how are you?"
The rutine, the ritual, the same old answers
Then the wait, the small talk, I wonder what it's about today
And as I listen I hear your thoughts
Hear the echoes of your words:
What would you know about pain?
How could you understand loss?
When has someone ever hurt you?
And as you talk I think:
What would I know about pain when I've never lived my life?
How could I understand loss when I've never dared to risk it?
When has someone ever hurt me when I've never let anyone close?
And as you stop our thoughts are the same:
What could I say?
How could I understand?
When would I be of any help?
The way we always do
"Hi, hello, how are you?"
The rutine, the ritual, the same old answers
Then the wait, the small talk, I wonder what it's about today
And as I listen I hear your thoughts
Hear the echoes of your words:
What would you know about pain?
How could you understand loss?
When has someone ever hurt you?
And as you talk I think:
What would I know about pain when I've never lived my life?
How could I understand loss when I've never dared to risk it?
When has someone ever hurt me when I've never let anyone close?
And as you stop our thoughts are the same:
What could I say?
How could I understand?
When would I be of any help?
Heroes anf Villains
What makes a hero, and who becomes a villain? What makes the future generations admire the actions of one individual, and despise the actions of another? When does the road become a one way street?
Many say that heroes are born to do great things, and this is true. But not because they are heroes. Heroism is not in the genes, there is no divine call that only they can hear. We may born with different gifts but everyone has the same opportunity to make a change in the world. The difference is that not everyone can recognise that something has to change.
Even villains start their journey as regular individuals, they are not born with a special craving for evil. Instead they can see the flaws of the world, the same way as heroes can. The difference between heroes and villains is in the actions they take in order to make a change. But they are not the ones who decide which road leads to admiration. Those who can see only aim to make a change -the ones who are blind to the truth decide what is right, and what is wrong.
Often we think that heroes want to make a change because their soul is pure, so pure that it can not take the suffering of others. That heroes fight our fights selflessly, without gain, with unnatural longing for peace. In the same way we often think that villains want change because their black, rotten soul needs power, revenge and the pain of others, that it yearns for blood. But we forget that what we know about heroes, and villains, is never the whole truth. The blade has two edges.
Neither heroes nor villains are made by some unnatural quality of mind. It may decide how they react, and which actions they decide to choose, but it is not what makes them work for a change. No, heroes and villains, the ones who can see, are made by pain, loss and death. Pain that follows them all eternity, loss than opens their eyes, death that makes them fight to change the world that caused it all. Heroes want revenge, revenge for what made them suffer, payback with interest to whatever they feel is wrong and unpure in this world, till there's nothing left that would cause more pain. Villains want equality, equality amongst the whole existence, an eye for an eye, till everyone can see.
In the end there are no heroes, and no villains. Just those who see, who want to make a difference. We who can't see need something that justifies their actions, that justifies our inability to see.
Many say that heroes are born to do great things, and this is true. But not because they are heroes. Heroism is not in the genes, there is no divine call that only they can hear. We may born with different gifts but everyone has the same opportunity to make a change in the world. The difference is that not everyone can recognise that something has to change.
Even villains start their journey as regular individuals, they are not born with a special craving for evil. Instead they can see the flaws of the world, the same way as heroes can. The difference between heroes and villains is in the actions they take in order to make a change. But they are not the ones who decide which road leads to admiration. Those who can see only aim to make a change -the ones who are blind to the truth decide what is right, and what is wrong.
Often we think that heroes want to make a change because their soul is pure, so pure that it can not take the suffering of others. That heroes fight our fights selflessly, without gain, with unnatural longing for peace. In the same way we often think that villains want change because their black, rotten soul needs power, revenge and the pain of others, that it yearns for blood. But we forget that what we know about heroes, and villains, is never the whole truth. The blade has two edges.
Neither heroes nor villains are made by some unnatural quality of mind. It may decide how they react, and which actions they decide to choose, but it is not what makes them work for a change. No, heroes and villains, the ones who can see, are made by pain, loss and death. Pain that follows them all eternity, loss than opens their eyes, death that makes them fight to change the world that caused it all. Heroes want revenge, revenge for what made them suffer, payback with interest to whatever they feel is wrong and unpure in this world, till there's nothing left that would cause more pain. Villains want equality, equality amongst the whole existence, an eye for an eye, till everyone can see.
In the end there are no heroes, and no villains. Just those who see, who want to make a difference. We who can't see need something that justifies their actions, that justifies our inability to see.
Truth Be Told
Truth, don't ask for the truth. For there's no one truth that would solve your problems, no truth that would be absolute always. Truth is in the eye of the beholder, it changes as you change, and it's never the same for everyone. No one can give you the truth you seek. You have to define it on your own.
No name #2
Tired of trying
So tired of crying
Tired of feeling how the circuits in my head are frying
So let me be
Just set me free
Why can't you see
That I'm so tired of trying
So tired of crying
Tired of feeling how the circuits in my head are frying
So let me be
Just set me free
Why can't you see
That I'm so tired of trying
No name #1
I will be your shield if you will be my sword
I will reflect the light you have inside and keep the darkness away
I will take the hits meant for you and guard you from pain
My life will be your armor protecting you till the end
-If you will be my sword
If you will cut through the chains and free me from myself
If you will chase the demons away and give me the strength to stand tall
If your heart will be my light guiding me through the night
-Then I will be your shield
I will reflect the light you have inside and keep the darkness away
I will take the hits meant for you and guard you from pain
My life will be your armor protecting you till the end
-If you will be my sword
If you will cut through the chains and free me from myself
If you will chase the demons away and give me the strength to stand tall
If your heart will be my light guiding me through the night
-Then I will be your shield
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Just Another Day
Just another day
Nothing that unusual.
Another day
And still it's not the same.
Dreams of the past,
The truths untold.
Memories of the present,
The secrets revealed.
Visions of the future,
The hope lost with knowledge.
The words unsaid for protection,
The deeds done for harming.
And we feel the need to say
It's just another day.
Nothing that unusual.
Another day
And still it's not the same.
Dreams of the past,
The truths untold.
Memories of the present,
The secrets revealed.
Visions of the future,
The hope lost with knowledge.
The words unsaid for protection,
The deeds done for harming.
And we feel the need to say
It's just another day.
Two
Two worlds,
And I'm torn in between.
One is hopeful -the other, at peace.
One is dramatic -the other, lonely.
One is unreal -the other, painfully true.
Two sides of me,
Two minds of their own.
A wish that they could once be the same.
A knowledge that the roads will never meet.
And a choice that I have to make.
And I'm torn in between.
One is hopeful -the other, at peace.
One is dramatic -the other, lonely.
One is unreal -the other, painfully true.
Two sides of me,
Two minds of their own.
A wish that they could once be the same.
A knowledge that the roads will never meet.
And a choice that I have to make.
The Dragon of Saint George
My youth, that is what they want. Offering bribes, poisoned lamb and unwanted brides. Minor sacrifices for the secret of age, to see the future with devices of rage. The smell of burning flesh as their sweet perfume, and the world waking up to it's doom. No, I will refuse, no matter how they taunt.
But what is this, something has changed, it seems this one stays out of range. And now comes sir knight with his blade, to bring the endless night where I could fade. So be it Sir George, let us see who strikes a deeper gorge.
But what is this, something has changed, it seems this one stays out of range. And now comes sir knight with his blade, to bring the endless night where I could fade. So be it Sir George, let us see who strikes a deeper gorge.
Two Eyes, Two Minds
A Dreamer.
Naive and absentminded.
Here to save the world.
But dreams are all illusions.
The world doesn't want to be saved.
Cold hearted and indifferent.
A Cynic.
A Cynic.
Morbid and dark.
Alone against the world.
But maybe not alone.
It's a big world.
Hopeful and curious.
A Dreamer.
Naive and absentminded.
Here to save the world.
But dreams are all illusions.
The world doesn't want to be saved.
Cold hearted and indifferent.
A Cynic.
A Cynic.
Morbid and dark.
Alone against the world.
But maybe not alone.
It's a big world.
Hopeful and curious.
A Dreamer.
So Long
It started with a sigh, and a sudden silence.
I let it die after some words of violence.
For long I tried, but you remained afar.
Even when I cried, you were just a distant star.
So I let it die, ending it with a sigh.
I let it die after some words of violence.
For long I tried, but you remained afar.
Even when I cried, you were just a distant star.
So I let it die, ending it with a sigh.
Shadows
You can see them:
The shadows in the crowd, the silence of their souls shining through their eyes as they walk alone and watch the living.
You can feel them:
The warmth they radiate as you walk by, it's light piercing through your dark thoughts and showing you the colours of life once again.
But you can't hear them:
The quiet request to stay, to show the light of your soul, so they too could feel the warmth at least once.
Only other shadows hear through the silence.
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