To make the shy ones shiver
Just tell them tales - where the hero fails
They won’t understand - that it takes more than a Chant
And so they keep pretending - to understand the ending
But still they fear the ones who take the peace away.
But peace is the calm - before the storm
And with the winter ahead the autumn wind blows stronger.
Telling the tale of the hero who had lost - and with him a strangers trust.
Cause with the cold comes pain, with the pain comes the past.
Memories of those who have passed away a long time ago.
Of those who fills the graveyards, those who bears the answer, but too shy to tell.
And so they remind silently in peace.
And so they lead them down the dark road...
...Again.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
I have been walking this long dark road for a while
Waiting for the sun to show up, so I can find my home some sunny day
All my friends are gone they didn’t see the goal ahead
Even my baby has left me, I got no women to hold my hand
One day there stood a man with a riffle in his hand
He said; give me your money or I shoot you dead right where you stand
I took my gun out, to show the man I won´t be bullied around
But as I pulled the trigger all my bullets were gone
So now I lie dead on this cold dark road
The sun is about to show up but I will never find my home
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
I hate her. I hate her more than hell
But why did I let her in? I could not tell
She is never home. She is never there when I call
Gone and I’m just bombing my head against the wall
A wall I need to get over, or else I will never see
I need her, for without her my mind will never be free
She comes and goes, like the rain and the sun
I try and try, but without her noting can be done
She laughs in my face when I beg her for help
And tickles my when I try to rest my wiry head
I cannot she or smell her but I know her touch
Usually she’s there when I’m useless sick in my bed
For a reason I need her more than the air I breath
Fore without her i would just be another drop in the sea
She is my god and my devil at the same, resting in my mind
She is in front of me all the time, but her I cannot see
To open the door to life, She is the only key
I have met her and you too, her name is creativity
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
I’m in the mood for silence
Stop thinking about the past, nor future
Breath In the silence
Stop thinking about violence
Don’t think at All
Breath out the thoughts
Breath in life
Feel nothing. Hear nothing. Smell nothing. See nothing
Only taste the life
Don’t leave, don’t stay
Don’t sleep, don’t be awake
Let it all go
Close your eyes and learn to know the silence…
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC