Lost...

between love and death one could barely know the difference...
some moments of joy in love lift you above life...
and moments of waiting in vein drain you down through the valley of the dead...
this is me lost between love and death because life without love,
is an endless wait for a never-ending breath...

down a valley of hope
I hold tight unto you
down the valley of hope
I reach out to you
down the valley of lust
hold on to me
down the valley of lust
only my eyes you see
down the valley of love
we hold tight to hope
down the valley of love
lust cuts down the rope

now fall baby fall
down the pits of love
millions of pieces
falling apart
not a heart holding tight

now fall baby fall
down the valley of love
millions of tears
drowning us together
not a place to stand

now fall baby fall
down the abyss to love
millions of souls
screaming out loud
not a healing voice in the void

falling in love
all what you think of
never been that real before

Rise my Angel

Close your eyes  

open up your heart,

shed no tears  

forget all your fears,

Gently I, hold you

Softly I, kiss you 

Madly I, love you.

close your eyes and sleep,

sleep little angel.

Now rise,

rise little demon,

fear is long

 gone,

tears are yours to

burn.

Fears I face,

bring me 

this grace,

my garden is on fire

lit up by my desire.

Must have been that apple,

it gently held me,

softly kissed me,

madly killed me.

So now,

sleep little demon

rise, my angel, 
of Love,

save my soul,

from all that which is

foul!!!

Touch that side of me which brings me disgrace, and I will eternally live in your grace... my angel from up above.

Life is funny

There always is that time in time when time pauses for us to watch out for what it is that is going on around us. However, for a quite a while now that time has not passed by me nor have I been blessed by that much of time for self reflection. One might take a break and wonder why, I simply didn't won’t and shall not do so, although I guess I already am doing that which I said I wouldn't. 

Blessed be I or not so much so, I still believe that simply believing in ones ‘ self is more effective than believing in any other no matter how holly or divine. As long as one knows the boundaries of one’s self because the oneness of the one is always more divined than the holiness of the million others. It is simply not because one is more important than all others but mainly because one who is effective affects the lives of millions but one who is already dead to the others is not even close to being anything other than a waste of time space and energy.

It is at times of lust that I wonder most about what it is that had I lost, whether it is the power of the flesh over that of the soul. Is it the power of the heart over the brain, or is it simply that of the other over ones’ self. It is a dilemma with a million X and an infinite Y it is a matter of perspective and not that of probability. It is a matter of a brain that needs to be dusted and a soul that has been ripped apart by beauty, and eyes that have been bewildered by dishonesty, it is a complexity of things and it is a multiplex of ideas and theories combined in a life of a man or woman whom have been lost in the cells of one’s brain.

 Ask me not for the truth, for I have not one answer and if answers vary for one question that’s when you should know that the truth has disappeared evaporated been isolated into the tongues or words that have been uttered by millions of others. I claim not to be one of a kind, but I do honestly claim that I am one of which millions can be derived and million others can be excised.

Life is funny I admit, life is such an exuberant ride into the unknown wilderness of the springs that we walk upon, drink from and water with each and every split second of our lives. Be it with passion or passionate hate, be it with honesty or honest disregard, we are all of one nature and to another nature bound. We from the soul are and to the earth entrapped but that is life’s funny way of saying that she is funny. For she is the combination of all contradictions in one and all the similarities in millions so how do you separate the one from the millions and the millions from the one. Whenever you have the time to take time out of time to extract this contradictive term that is when time would stop for you and you become the one and the millions become you and vice verse till God you see and they see you in return.

Life is funny in one million way....

Missing You Both

In this world people part ways, humans lose touch, and at moments gods cease to exist, angels forget about our sorrows, and demons deprive us from our joys, but in this world we make our choices and we save our memories linking us with our loved ones and saving us and them from the terrors of tomorrow and days to come... I miss those who I can never see again.. and yet in my dreams they are, I love those who I never hear from no more yet their voices in my ears are... I can feel the wind slip through my hair and dance between my fingers... I can feel you my loved one from a million worlds apart... I can sense you lost cousin from here to eternity... for even death can't stop us from meeting in the purity of our souls... forever and after I love you both...

One Breath between Life and Death

There are days when breathing becomes such a burden you hope every breath you take was the last. This is not me at my darkest moment this is just me when I simply fail to see what I want to be, when I simply fail to see me.

My eyes are pierced into a future maybe so far away and maybe not so distant, but here I am sitting in the end of a breath hoping life is just another break, just another moment away.

Men enslaved to their earthly desires, exiling all thoughts and erasing all manners, simply running towards an endless pit, hoping to get some physical joy, or to get to the peak of life from the bottom. Men wasting their lives while building up memories of moments of excitement with the hope that tomorrow wouldn’t erase what they enjoyed for a few seconds today.  

I had such dreams at times, maybe I was a coward, maybe I still am a coward, or maybe I am just so honest in my pursuit of love and affection that I have fallen slave to my passions rather than my desires.

Hope is endless yet it hits a thousand walls and skips a million barriers till we fulfill the slightest glimpse of it. Love is not of hope alone it is that diversion between trusting in trust and dreams in real life and life in eternal emotions of sweet and tender yet violent and arrogant aroma of a blend of hope that comes out of the heart into the heart of another.

There were times when I believed in death and that death would be my salvation, and at other times I wanted to live a life that’s full like “my way” done without exemption, but here I am stuck with a breath being drawn against my will to live in life where am simply standing still.

Love, hope, desire, life, death, altogether come to the mind of one or another, but rarely does one come without murdering the other or in the company of another. Couple them the way you desire cherish them the way you will, but always remember that it all happens to unveil your end in the end of time when all rhymes die and all that survives is the memory hanging down the sweet softly lit path we now call memory lane.

One deep breath, hold it for a moment, one deeper breath keep it in for another moment, now open your mouth and utter the first word that comes to mind. Death, life what do you want it to be, life in death or death in life which is it, where would you rather be?

ENVY

Oh God how I envy thee... you but a mere projection of me... 

I but a slight reflection you see... when all hope is dead where will you be...? 

Save that heart from crashing in hell... save that soul until only time can tell... 

My friends I wish you well... my angels I bid you farewell... 

My heart ponders in shock... my tears drain me out of awe... 

What is this hell we live in...? When will our heaven ever begin...? 

Oh God how I envy thee... 

Eternal Paradise

All doors are shut, all roads are blocked, life but a dead end, every moment is a step closer towards that end.

Infinite dreams, endless theories on life after life, which is right which is wrong...

Do we live? Do we die? Do we suffer? or do we enjoy?

Unchain your soul, release your mind, send away all your instincts, follow your heart, leave an eternal mark here in life on earth, and when the end comes, and it will come sooner than you wish, your body shall die, while your dreams....

YOUR DREAMS BECOME YOUR ETERNAL PARADISE....

A JOURNEY

Ever took a minute to wonder about life, love, friendship, betrayal, envy, hate and death.

Ever whispered to your soul through your heart about how lost you were in the land of men.

Ever dreamt of the eternal light, or the everlasting fires, or do you believe death ends it all.

Ever believed you were on a journey and that life is just too fast for you to catch.

I believe in love, and trust in life, never bothered with death because it’s the saddest truth.

I can remember the flames of fire burning my soul, ripping me apart changing all that which I believed in.

I can recall finding God in me, deep in my shattered heart, today I walk God through life and watch the magic as it happens.

Today God has become me, and I a God, one that believes in beauty in everything in life.

MAD WORLD

        The world is not a colorful place do not be fooled by the springs of the years that pass. Life is as cold as a stormy winter, it is filled with black skies and dark nights, yet it promises sunny days and white lands for us to walk upon.        

        It is a black and white world, a place where the truth can’t be altered and right can’t be wronged. Well at least that is how a mad man will see the world. A normal man would color everything, even the truth is painted with lies, and even wrongs are sketched to appear right.

How I dream of a world where all men are mad.