Don't waste tears for malevolent "ifs"
for you are as fair as the sun.
Don't feel sad for spiteful words
for you are as lovely as the moon.
Don't let wicked tongues bind you
for you are brighter than the stars.
Such love and splendour dwells in you
that is too sore for my heart to see you hurt.

Storm loosed upon a sea, i would have died upon your arms
it could have meant the end of our time.
We fear nothing and we're still struggling through this journey,
we've come to far to give up, even if the struggle is wasting
from inside.
I would follow you with eyes wide open against this endless void,
i would follow you until the end of my days.
A knight's mourning, a lion's roar.
A pale moon, a wolf's howl.
Still here, a single tread before the light.

I loved you.
I loved you so much
maybe more than a human
heart could bear
for your beauty and song
were not meant for mortals
and my poor soul could not
bear the loss of such.
You were part of my fate as i
was yours. Now i just want to
live to feel free for as long as it lasts.
You showed me that life has more to
offer than struggling for lost loves
or worthless virtues and if i have to meet
my end then so be it.

Emotional ups and downs, sigh..
Each one gets a part of me that could
not shake. The nuts just keep coming
out of the woodwork.

Their songs warmed our hearts
but now are echoes in the wind.
As they fell for songs of war
they fought in grace as they
faced death in cold black nights.

With pride and not guns
they gave their fight
with songs and broken wings
made their stand
together in a grey path.

May the ghosts of our fallen
keep you company.

I remembered when i put up a wall
like it would stop anything.
I remembered the smell of your hair
the touch of your skin
your beautiful voice.
I remembered you.
Those days are gone and a broken road
is all that is left.
I could be anywhere but here.
I feel powerless, no motive
just a false hope.
I heared the phone ringing,
it's you asking if i am ok,
like kindred spirits feeling
each others thoughts.
I am fine, i answered.
I am fine...

Sad how some people come all the way down just
to ask another beg for forgiveness, when they have
no right no just cause to do so.
What a fantasy must have been for them. If someone
says what they want to hear and not what is true,
well all know how empty the victory would be.
Someone suddenly walks through your door, tells you
he can give all the things you want, tells you to believe
an illusion and just like that he becomes sacred and
others an inconvenient obstacle to your ambitions.
The life cycle of your affections someone who loves you
who speaks the truth shunted aside on favor of someone
else who will tell you whatever you want to hear.

History and wise people teach and yet few learn
that false hopes are more dangerous than
rightful fears. So let the unseen days be.
Feeling grieved and bewildered,
who could judge at such hard times?
You have the values of a good man
"they told me", you will endure.
Sometimes the ending is the only escape
for there is beauty in breakdown
and life starts anew.
Why should i be afraid?

Lost for nothing
Lost in fire
Lost in vain
A memory remains
feeding the ascending pain.
Only the quackery of the
passing time in plain.

A bitter taste i have as the flavor of your lips is gone,
alone and cold i feel as the warmth of your hug
is nowhere to be found, but knowing of your
great exertion i gain strength and i admire you!
You are trying for a good cause and there is nothing else
i'd like to see. You lead my path through the darkness
and i'll make my effort to whatever ends.
I can see now why our hearts beat in this eternal struggle,
for each piece taken from the board another is placed upon it.
Back and forth we go, across the world, across the ages.
Some days my struggle feels like an impossible task
but i can not be consumed with doubt. There are other
poeple i love too and at some point they might need me more
than ever. So i will make an effort and overcome the burden
of my heart but don't worry i promise you.
I promise you i'll be there for you as to any person i call family.
I'll be there for your love can never be retaliated!

Beautiful were your eyes as the unclouded heaven
beautiful was your heart like the starlit evening
but when you had to humble your pride
the spell of silence fell from you,
your counteraction was as one slain at once
by bliss and grief.
Even if you could not pass through that peril
even if the tidings of your loss had not yet gone forth
and the bastion of your feelings hurled with a ruinous outcome
you could have talked to me, you could have asked for my help.
I wish you knew...

Driven out from your dark corner
everything feels in a disorder
i'm guessing that your comfort zone
was just a grey zone
fulfilling nothing but pleasing
untitled, meaningless desires.
Life you say is grey too but at that assumption  
you forgot about black and white
you forgot the vigorous emotions
that made you feel alive.
But don't forget you are human not some narcissistic being
pretending drama, craving attention.
No matter who you are you do not know
what kind of man you've become
until the very end.

Within and without
can you hear it now?
it's been with doupt
can you see it now?
A mortal sin gods will bear out
a soul akin angels won't look out.
I'll let you see what was cast aside
i'll let you feel powerless when waves collide
i'll let you feel mortal in high tide.

Grief had grown
ever worsening
robbed you of all joy.
Heart in dust
mind in ******
all you needed was trust
go ahead if you must.
You did not want to forget
and amid of all that bliss
dark seed of evil was sown.

Your present being you curse so much
is the future you chose and will become
the past that unfortunately you will forget.
This is how you move on determined to a path
of self destruction
casually, incosiderably and
insusceptible of any admonition.
Never learn till all is gone
never learn till is too late
never learn till you please
the gods of your unawareness.

Some things just are.
There was a time i would
try more but...
Sometimes life is unfair
sometimes we lose things
sometimes we make mistakes
sometimes we fight and nothing
can be fixed.
Some things just are...

Like indolent dream washed away
by the sea's uprising
passivly yielding
into a sheltered thought
for i can't explain
this weathered plot
it feels like years since we've touched.
Maybe in another life
a better chance
maybe in another dream
with a sweeter glance
maybe my heart
with a different stance.
Another day of
gibberish grouse..

Old maze
random quotes
rare flavor of
invalid dreams.
Troubled heart
twisted memory
altered mood
humor in calmness.
Could this ever
be heard in folly
loyal to a fault
no more.

We are voyagers set on a course with a destiny
to find this one person our love is mend for,
a unique purpose promised to this person alone.
But be warned when we seek the light darkness
gathers and the fight during this long journey is
not fought by force but with one step of
honesty at a time. I miss you...

A question carries me, scorching shores
in a blazing trail.
A question vexes me and provokes my
interest.
How do we come to know the unknownable?
Should our faculties prove enough or should we
push ourselves to venture further and further?
Into the deep unknown we travel
where a flicker of wild eyes lurk.
Should the story terrify me,
would my thought comfort me?
In moonlight's shadow the tale begins
on shores of gold my tale will end.

Different but all alike we are,
we love in different levels
but caring for someone else applies for most.
We fear different things but worry
for the same cause, so called life.
Miles and oceans separate us but we lie under
the same sky and dream beneath the same stars.
Dogma makes us distant and it feels dangerous,
flies over the face of reality.
The world is a tapestry of many colors and patterns,
people should respect this not seek to unravel it.
Difference is not disorder.
Love and virtues we praise,
discord and darkness set us frail
different but all alike we are
under a con moon we set our tale.

Such an abrupt ending
a chance to leave some
ghosts behind.
Behold the king
of timorous
who hoarded corruption
within his precious walls
here is his peace
by steel's swift descent.

Thoughts had been perverted
walked abroad
   spit fire
the ice won't mealt.
Dark and slumbering visions
crawled out in the thrill of night
and haunted the love i used to feel.
A heart of fire cloacked in shadows
the sun is gone
the warmth is lost
my heart trembles with
no will to beat again.
My love is wrecked
the memory still stands
a fraction of who i used to be
makes me breath just a little longer.
My eyes stand low for
there is nothing left to be marred
hollow but free...

Still trapped?
Still locked away in the dark?
Is the dream over?
Every agonizing step reminds
that is over but the pain has
a different saying.
The words are difficult to say.
I love you...

Rise my angel, rise from the ashes like
a phoinix, rise from the start till the end.
Falling is what awaits in this darkened
world for there is no blood in your veins
that could carry even a trace of hatred or guile.
Rise for you are light, rise my love above silver
streams and deep blue seas.
Spread your wings and hold me with your gentle
hands, kiss me again like the world falls apart
look at me and sing one more time.

Primevally related and akin
primevally different has been
mortal land of old heroic deeds.

Concerning the good, wise and beautiful
preserving the joy, love and passion.

A small glimpse of what it was
this place of significant motive
in history and legend.

As the song may declare
only the gods know where we run.

My heart seemed to say
a sound of distant wind
you have stolen my love again
warmth seemed to rise with fain
and so i've met my bane.
I touched your hands in caution
passion did rise among the endless silence
i traveled your feelings of compassion.
Thus i counselled my reason
to find the outcome of impetuous pathos
that is what existed even before gods
an unending chaos.

Is it a fragile psychology
or an agile psychosis?
Tried to settle my emotions
tried to read though your intentions.
Our hovering hearts and
throbbing bodies
a tale our touch could only tell.
Last night was not as every night
it was like our first night.
Thoughts and memories kept me
wondering is it worth all this
suffering. I only dream another life
this one you taught me.

In fiery pits
my mind turns
and in cold days
my body trumbles.
I think of those
that were left behind
I think of her
when the night spreads
I think the poets that
filled my mind with
beautiful thoughts.

At last i got rid of this darkness
and a beautiful spring has awoken.
I have awoken and looked the sun
that has risen upon the green and flowers.
Courage found its way in my heart.
Everything i've been through all this time
was dark and ill intent, but a new day rises.
I leave behind this gloom or at least i won't
let my loved ones suffer from it.

Our habbits, our age, our personality, our wealth,
our beauty are all meaningless in the face of death
and so the question "what matters most?"
becomes controversial. Poeple get confused and
close their eyes to what they do not understand.
But the truth of the matter is there are many unusual
things in this world. And people... People are the
most mysterious of them all.
Even those we love most are mysterious.
They might not be perfect, we might not be perfect
but they are there for us trying the best they can.
That's what makes this world so **** beautiful,
that's what matters most!

Let your pretentious desires away
taste a glimpse of what must be done
let your life change and control your fate
for waves strike the rock hard and chasten it
but do not break it in shivers only chisel.

The man who tries to escape
what he fears the most
can only discover that he took
a shortcut straight to it.

It feels good to give, to help, to encourage
selflessly, to see the smile on their face
knowing that what you did for them was
truly meant. But...
But sometimes a simple thank you would
be nice...

Heart woven from world's greatest thread
with passionate beat
love donor
kindeness donor
strength donor
a titaness of life
which warm tears shine
of love even in gloom.
A goddess of compassion
a poetess of passion.
My heart fills with gratitude
my soul fills with love.
Thank you for being my friend
thank you for you might be
the best of us all.
If more were like you
the world would be a merrier place.
This poem and a smile my humble gifts to you.
Merry Christmas.

Tales that will forever be lost
stories that will never be told
sacrifices that will never be known.
My love seems a bit from these all
my heart in the beat of a squall
my life breaches the gates of a wall.
Thoughts will never be silenced
facts will never be undone
amnesia is not the plan.
I won't beg for the price i've paid
i won't regret for the ruin we've caused
moving forward looks like a brawl
that was the plan all along.

Sailed in seas which match the heavens
wispered secrets at a sunset
and followed the trumbling stars
the ship anchored to land green and reach
an unearthly melody that filled the air.
It was not the foaming waves
not the bird's sing
nore the leaves rustling.
And so the traveller wondered in confusion
until he met a stranger sitting at the foreland.
He did not ask where he is but from
where this music comes from.
The stranger turned and spoke.
"It's Dagda's harp and Apollo's canto
both in tune with Bragi's poem.
Now i travel home for you found yours
and so i return."

Searched in old grievous forests
in barren smoky wastelands.
Alas if she did not
for such pain she could not bear.
The beast's carcass from far away
could be seen, like a lone mountain
stood in the middle of the dale
shadowing the place
something like ash was spread all around
the beast's blood it was
and from it new life arose.
Green and flowers grew again
white roses they were.
There she found the body of her beloved
pale and cold it was, eyes shut...
Tears of grief and endless pain she shed
and sang with eyes staring the sky.
"Lo the outcome of this brave soul's intent
Lo my heart's last beats
Gods i sing you this
tale where life and death vie for control
this tale where love and pain vie in mortal hearts."
And so she closed her eyes and travelled where he did.
And so her frail longing heart came to an end.

There are no surprises i've been here before.
I can feel the fear, the weakness, the pain
you dare not name.
Don't give in a sickly pride, a reckless choice,
for the events unfold in unexpected ways.
I promise i'll come for you...

Forgotten like a tale of the old
the memory of you returns
at some point of the day
the pain breaks my core.

I can't be with you
you can't be with me
in my heart you'll
always be.

I think of what
would you do in times
like this, your calmness
your sweetness,
your gentle touch.

Your voice, your eyes
and soft red lips.
Your beautiful hands.
All fading away like
a tale of the old.

Since the beginning of time man kind
loved to tell and share stories.
Absolving ourselves from our own
and learn from others.
Stories might be different but all continue
with the same phrase "...and then?"
No matter how hard our lives can be we
all live with the same angony like when
we read a very good story. Turn the page
and find out what happens next.
Always look at the stars for in the sky are things
we can see and some we can not. Speak for the
things that others can not see for people like
to hear stories and shape their lives amongst
the stars, into the unknown.

Marched through dark veiled halls
and through forged spiked gates
walked through scorched dales and dried lakes
where the beast lie and gaze
where even demons fear to tread
this ash breathing wolf
with eyes glaring red sapphire
straight from hell's embrace.
Alas if he did not fight
Alas if he did not stand
for there was none else and
the need was dire.
Leaped around the giant like murky wolf
until his sword met the dark woven heart
but teeth and claws had taken their toll.
All seemed green and silver once again
music from the rustling leaves to soften
the pain of this spent fair soul.

I know you are tired so am i, we both suffered but not in vain.
You've shed countless tears and there is no doubt, no woman
loved me as much as you. I tried to be optimistic but i just can't.
We believed what we were doing was right and it was in a way,
but now i see. What we want from what we must do dictate different paths. When i asked you " What do you want from your life?", you simply answered " To be together, happy"
All i do now is stare a blank wall, loneliness followed by the calmness of the night. I try to write something else, joyful, poetic, colorful but i can't. It feels like the pencil in my hand moves by itself and i write about you, for you...
Everything around me seems grey, i sleep to much and when i am not i just lie down thinking, just thinking. Some music to ease my mind, heavy breaths to calm the pain in my chest. All i do is writing, reaching to a dead end.

Seeing you today after so long
might hurt, make me feel like a rag
but i can't explain the joy i feel at
the end of this day just to be a little tired.

Protecting, serving
speaking for the dead
some people are born like this
with empty black holes in their heart
no way getting ouf of it
no change in their mind
and the black holes rule
till the host is dead...

I was concerned rightly so
cause hate hangs on
and sorrow is all you had
could bring you back there
back to  wrong choices.
Lo the frailty of your soul.
Lo the thirst of your heart.
Lo the fabric of your broken
reality.
As your mind and heart vie
for control listen to the melody
that once nourished your sight,
listen for your soul deminishes
in depths that none could reach.

The things that we learn as children
never really leave us
kindness, love, innocence.
So i've been trying to live a better life
no matter the odds and at the same
time i need to reconcile with the fact
that i felt darkness, that i had vengeance
in my head and craved for some sort of
vindication so much.
But what's the point?
Would that make me a better person?
Think not!
So i'll continue trying for something better
and at the same time
i'll heal
i'll tame
i'll conquer
my unwillingly commands.

I don't know why today of all days
i was thinking about you.
I don't know why today of all days...
I might have tried less of forgetting you today.
Even if it's been so long
i still miss you
i still love you.
By no means was this love
for the faint at heart
by no means was this life
for the weak and the lazy.
I'll think of you
when i start to lose faith.
I'll think of you
when the mist goes thick.
I'll think of you
when the lament of my lost hope
takes hold in this tilted heart.
I'll think of you
as i sing the light melodies of poems
that echo between the foaming waves.
I'll think of you
as i remember your green eyes reflecting
such starlight...
So be it.