Shine as the first rays of the captain does,
Enriching the sea, that my heart pumps throughout my body,
and let me bask under thy holy light,
and welcome this new spring.
Let the meadows bloom under thy cold December light.
And let the rivers flow like summer wine.
Burn,
Burn those shriveled sticks, yellowed leaves of the frozen summer when the war begun,
And let thy fire enrich the very air i breathe.
Make me your canvas and paint me in your hues of spring and cold
Like mists on the morning sky where birds take flight to places far far away,
Or like the beating rays when the captain steers it's wheel up the sea .
Take me back, back to those merry hours and back yet more
Make me a planet of that galaxy long extinct
And let me pray,
Pray to thee, in thy long forgotten temples
Singing you chants of a thousand forgotten years,
And seek my redemption in your many priceless blessings.
Amen.
Feb 14, 2023
Feb 14, 2023 at 9:08 AM UTC
Your heavens smiled down the sun for me,
in your clouds I have lost my soul.
or maybe it was my goal
to merge into your white fluffy oblivion.
The child that was never born,
The lad of fifteen forever gone
But its in your golden grass and amber lights
that had me withdrawn, far from this unreal "reality"
to a place were they both belong.
Then come what thunder, come what rain. Come what scorching heat, they in vain,
will fall over and cast away
Whilst i float in your lake of indie songs.
You are my precious december night, you are my spring so golden and bright
you are the friend i always desired, you are my weakness, my greatest might.
The sand clock will bring me soon afloat
like a fish, out from my water of life, and will gloat my soul with a world so "real"
and my smiles and cheers and laughter and joy were doomed, since the day they started
but even when we have departed
you will be an everlasting perfume.
Filling my life with your essence
FOREVER!
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 10:09 PM UTC
I will leave shortly
Bid me farewell with your magnetic smile and icy tears
Hug me tight one last time before my body and soul lose touch with you forever,
Sway your trees and cool my heart with your air, ask your stars to dot the night sky
And let me breathe you full and clear
And curse you for being my everything so quickly,
And fading away from me even faster.
Burn me, make me want you more, I want to be ripped apart in your attachment.
I will leave shortly, be my favorite song
play and enrich my life, and end after a while.
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 1:21 PM UTC
My eyes cant cry a river, so it just rains a puddle
if you'll look into its water you'll find, a huddle
of colours. A rainbow imperfect
Of the smiling yellows and the joyful reds
of the calming green, that had spread
like the mist over those meadows serene.
The painful black, the somber grey, had also found a way,
to enter my rainbow green
But for the sun that you lit in the sky of my eyes, a thousand such eclipses can I take.
I thought my dusk was eternal, and only the night was waiting ahead,
but for this sudden morning when my 15 yo self, came crawling out from being dead
give me a hundred lashes, and more I won't care,
for I'm still at my prime, I'm still singing and laying and whistling and running, in my dreamy flowery bed.
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 9:07 AM UTC
Shadow dawns
Of a woods, it's old
Its leaves form a canopy of lead that the sunlight gold
Cannot trespass.
Its air smells of ages, which are now mere tales
Of men and elves who rose and fell
In this ever mighty tide of time
Which now has brought us to this shore of wastes. Far from those days sublime.
The woods still are drenched with the past
In its brown so opaque and its hymns so deep
In its green so transparent, in its void that'll last
Forever.
The litter is dry, hear it crumble and cry
As it weeps with joy in every step you take.
You'll find me there, standing silent and still. While I wait to make
A single last visit with a fate that I'd met eons ago.
The wind brings in joy, sings of a destiny, I had dreamt
Of a love which I can't see, or tell. A pleasure that can't be held or bent.
But like the wind it runs and like the wind it fills
Your soul with oxygen and life, and will
Like a wind flow pass without letting a second to turn.
Oh, my love, my woods, my lights, my trees.
How farther will you have me run, how long before I finally be free
In you, for eternity.
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 9:45 AM UTC
You are my precious pearls,
my emerald heart that beats with joy,
when your golden tinge holds my breath like a Bing, on a Netflix show.
I can bid my life a foy, just to carried away by your flow.
Take me back to decades ago and take me furthermore,
show me tales and make me dream of times I can never explore
play the songs before you go, like those credits that roll after a show
you are the sea I wanna drown myself forever. And forever more.
wash my bruises as you pass, and tell the sun it has come too fast
tiny moments when my soul and mind enriches, goes away before it even starts
you're the greener grass I crave, but I've come here just too late
so in songs and stars and in your wunderbars, is where my fate I will await.
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 9:43 PM UTC
Bid me adieu, on a similar afternoon,
when the night has not yet taken over the sun-kissed light,
and you can still scoop away some ice cream of happiness, for global warming has yet to melt it down
Think of me on such a pleasant hour,
when the birds are still flying, and its long before they miss their cozy nests
when the trees are singing red, and green, and weeping a serene
yellow. Miss me but not too much, for your fellow,
has just popped out of the soda can he was for so long pressed inside.
but he's still around. Maybe in those golden fields that you're watching,
maybe in the sound,
of the bagpipe that you hear from the faraway valley.
I am history, you are history, like the castle on the top of the hill,
maybe you'll find me there again, and if you do, let your face spill
that smile that I always liked to see.
Don't let loose any tears though,
for I have had enough of it already to drown myself in
All I crave, is a soft sun, a little pasture, some mountains,
and you,
dressed in a yellow hat, and an orange dress,
Oh! my, Empress of beauty.....
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 7:09 AM UTC
Nights are tempests,
an ocean of life full of lofty, violent waves,
enough to crush the mightiest ship to splinters,
and ours is just a fishing boat.
"Hold the mast steady!" your insides scream,
For this is but another bad dream,
or maybe a wrong brush stroke on a masterpiece canvas,
"So hold on lads, the day will clear the storm"
grip tight to your ship, and let these monsters go where they came from
"...for the morning is near"
so you close your eyes and wait out the waves, the rain, and the salty spray
and when it is finally day,
you see the morning sky had made the ordeal a memory,
and your ship goes along the flow, through the gentle breeze and sober waves
only that there's no crew left, so gaze again at the beautiful ocean of life.
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 2:55 PM UTC
You came an unexpected gift
and a surprising one too.
And as they placed a label which read
"most valuable" and that I should instead take you by heart
and remove all other arts which were sketched on my mind,
I obeyed,
but opening the wrapper I couldn't find what was promised,
you.
You weren't what they labelled, but I still found you quite intriguing,
as you changed colours like a chameleon, shapes like water
from me struggling with breathing, to those sacs of boulders
which hung from my shoulders to those numerous lashes and beatings,
their scars which I could still find on those tunnels of my mind, the more I grew older.
But they kept insisting still that the label was not mistaken
and that it was just a while uphill when I would finally feel your thrill
and that you would be what your label said all the time
"the most valuable gift that I could ever find"
but instead I found a compensation. Some reparations'
for a ****** a war and those thousands of hours of blood on trail underneath this hill
you were an unexpected gift, a surprising one too
but an unnecessary one still.
Dec 16, 2021
Dec 16, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
Fragility,
It's like a house of cards
No matter if gold or paper
All it takes is just a gentle gust,
A fragile touch
And you break down into oblivion.
Fear,
It's like ripping two conjoined twins apart
An ant on an island stark
Of mammoths.
Pride,
A drop of blood on a napkin it tries
To drench it red like a cherry
Only to find it soaked and dry
A stone's throw for a falling berry
Love,
It is but a red shade still
Of a stretching meadow of daffodils
On a small hill
Red shade of the sky and red shade of sun
Red colour of flowers
and a RED fragrance.
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC