It is said that we are a pile of lies
and that's why we live alone.
A lie may hurt us but even more
the feeling we do not deserve the truth,
but in the end what if our value
is measured by the lies we are
dealing with. Cause lies create big
questions at the truth we speak.

Sometimes we seem bad to those we love
but the truth is we act like this in order to protect
them, cause we are strong and we would sacrifice
so much maybe more and even more for them.
A man does what he can until his destiny
is revealed to him. Every person is responsible
for his own path but without condemning
someone else in it.

They say the passage of time heals all wounds
but the greater the loss the deeper the cut and
the most difficult is the process to become whole
again.
The pain may fade but the scar surves as a
reminder of our suffering and make the bearer
all the more resolved never to be wounded
again.
So as time moves along we get lost in
distractions, act out in frustration,
react with aggression, give in to anger
and all for a while seems that we plan to
become stronger and before we know it the time
passes.
We are healed in a way but at the same time
the memory lurking in the shadows, strike
us again the moment we give in...

My greatest dream is to find someone which i and she will
love each other for a lifetime, forever..

My greatest fear is to lose those i love, not being with them,
protect them if it's needed. Bad things happen to good people
and not by choice it's not your fault, i was said once.
But a part of me inside screams at me "you were not there..."

It's easier to live trapped rather than live free, all formed in
a narcissism illusion.

Sunrise and my eyes blurring from light
morning's chilly air touching my skin
cool water on my face
coffee's bitter taist on my lips
birds singing waking my ears
deep breath streching my neck and hands
the bitterness on my heart comes back
but i'll have a day...

To truly awaken is to see
the evil that surrounds you.
If you can not understand
and remove the evil within
then trapped you shall remain.
It saddens my heart to see the
pain and suffering you inflicted.
Now you can not return home
where shadows do not exist.
Sacrificed my all for truth to
reach out.

Craving only for themselves
craving only to be kings.
What if they could be more,
what if they could be free?
They dream of love without truly giving,
a story without meaning.
Holding on and letting go whenever it feats
they try to look wise and so their fears won't ease.
They try to cover a pile of lies
they try to fill an emptiness of sentiments.
But we are not fools we still got a heart
we still got a soul with eyes wide open.
They reflect nothing, they are shadows of nothing.

I slept and dreamed
not fields and forests
but darkness and bliss
angony consuming.

I walked a path, all so dark.
A black wolf appears with
old cold blue eyes.
It dragged me in darkness
with invincible might.

It growled and howl
like none of its kind.
I woke up in fear
the pain from its claws
was real.

Everytime i wake up i do
nothing else but to think of you
and now we are separated
i do not know how my heart beats
i do not know how the day breaks in me.

If there is something that made me yours
that's your persistence, your eyes, your voice.
If you just knew the endurance your strength
gave me when you said all we'll be alright
and i heard your voice, you singing in my soul.

Photos, they say that a picture worths like a thousand words and that's
the reason we take photographs. They can capture a moment so much better than words.
If life was an album in time, how can we know that the best of them aren't captured yet.
If life is a test of multiple choice, in what quantity are the choices our own
and how much are they depended from other people choices?

Many dream being part of a fairytale,
somehow unfold a legend from the old
with strange beasts and mystery in songs.
But there is no story without struggle,
no heroes without pain or strife,
no adventure without an Odyssey.
Gone far away from home, being strangers
and hunters in forgotten lands.
Do what no one else would dare, risk your life
for people they don't even know your name.
They would feel hollow and dishearted already,
i am sure. If it's a fairytale they ask why they
crave only this : "and all lived happily ever after..."

Secrets, small statues of glass well kept in hidden lockers for they are so easy to break. Secrets that are kept from others cause we are afraid that they will change their minds for us, or we will hurt them.
The reallity is that secrets hurt more than the truth we try to hide beneath them, but the greatest mistake is that we think we'll make our lives better keeping them well guarded.
People make the separation truth or courage when there is no difference. You need courage to speak the truth but even more to hear and accept it.
So truth or lie, light or darkness. It's so discouraging to know that mankind in such dilemma has a proclivity to choose the most self destructive option.
Like the fish in the water we are, swimming between nets. Other visible and other not. We can get trapped in them but not for a lifetime, cause we insist to forget that we weave them and unlike fish we could break loose whenever we want.

Some people act like doing favors and pretend they seek nothing
in return. But i've looked at their eyes listened the tone of their
voice and saw the truth between the lines.
It's about power, makes them feel superior, in control, but all they do
is creating chaos and seeing where the chips fall to hell with the
consequences. It's like a complex, do a favor for one person, someone
else suffers. Doing good things is also a warning. Ιdealism can easily become dogma and dogma to fanaticism.

When everyone falls i shall rise.
When clouds of darkness cover everything our light will slice
a glimmer of hope, a sign of all that is good in this world.
When all defences are broken my wings
become an impenetrable fortress.
I'll never bend, never falter, never give up.
I shall be your savior, your liberator.
A promise was given, i won't let you fall, i won't let you fail.
If challenges come to your tail, i'll make them know that you're not frail. Slow it might come but success will be high, don't be disheartened because it's slow as snail.
I am just a soul, a broken soul looking for a place.
The place it belongs...

Like a beautiful bird landing to your garden
with rare sound smoothing the air,
songs and dance given only to you.
It feeds only from your hand, you are happy for it,
you enjoy the sight and sound of it.
You love it but if you truly care about it let it go,
let it fly back, for the journey was long and home
will be missed.

Far from grace far more than anyone has ever imagined
with feelings that cloud my judgement.
A twilight so strong so unpredictable, trying to control
these emotions or the fight can not be won
for so many others have failed.
I learned from them but i will not follow for this might
be my last.
Shadows wispering broken sounds only a fraction of the
melody it used to be, silence fills the air.
Yet love was found where it wasn't suppose to be.
The burn, the pain, the struggle all my soul's
fragments ready to hear the melody again.
Rhythm well known, tone like none other,
brightness in eyes i've missed so much,
her arms surrounding my chest,
i'm in a safe dream...

Named and chosen by king.
Shallow manners, gentlefolk and crown jwelles
nothing mean.
Skin pale like the moon, a mellow sight with
compassion for her people,
a flaming heart for her loving king.
Queen she shall be named.
Stature of a lady and the steeliness of
a lioness.
War and discored with tears shall flood
her eyes, but her crown crystal light.

A crown does not make someone a king.
The woman he loves and call his queen,
prays and stares from afar, for all the blood
and tears he will spill.
All the people he led and promised, craft a
crown for himself. No gold, no diamond
but pure silverlight.
All he survived and almost got him killed
made his spirit bend but never faltered,
for his wounds of honor are self inflicted.
Power did not corrupt him.
Well prepared to lure himself and pick a top.
Heart of a lion, a shrouded armor and a blooded crown,
he is the king...

A fire always keeps on burning. Why are you cold in despair?
Your thoughts gone bad i see it in your eyes.
You can run,
you can hide,
but where will you go?
A light so bright called truth fighting the ill intentions of this world.
Why you try to hide in shadows when there is no place this light
does not illuminate.
A strong rock like a boulder founding the earth.
What are you trying to sake?
You took your chances and yet you choose this road.
Tide waves crashing your soulless body.
How will you swim back at top?
Nothing is going to change no matter what you do,
for hollow and fake you can not escape.
Truth, honesty and promises all these you left behind
and you will not escape.
The sun, the moon, the truth can not stay long hidden.
Ancient scary as it sounds, yes you should be terrified.

Victorious or defeated makes no difference.
Rising from the dirt, rising to fight on.
A village in dust,
a city in ruins,
a nation's weep.
Victorious or defeated makes no difference,
fallen on both accounts.
Faces and figures from another era,
unkown but familiar somehow…  
Hopes and dreams in ruins,
with vengeance in their hearts and
compassion lying within their souls.
For hope might rise again, a beginning of another era.
Fallen watching from afar, war does not determine
who's right or wrong only who's left to remember...

We follow some stupid rules and still not enough.
What does it really take?
We do what it needs to be done and still lose.
It doesn't matter, do your part or not the outcome is still the same.
Saint or not still lose…
Even when the storm calms there it is, another tempest.
How much can our wooden ship withstand?
Sometimes i think it's better to let go and let the stream lure
me to the sea's bottom.
Relief...
But if someone get's used to struggle, just moving through the motions
eventually won't give up won't succumb.
Let the tide ride up and you get drowned.
Ride the tide and let it guide you. Lower your ship and reach your destination.
There are times the road back to the port goes through the heart
of the storm. Unclench your fingers from the wheel and then
wish the sea is with your side. If your hands hold tight to
the wheel, it's a lost cause. Maybe destination it's not the place you direct but the place you abut.
Like a key which unlocks what is most hidden...

Being perfect doesn't mean to be infallible.
Ηuman nature, a notion both determinant and controversial. Expressed strongly on both accounts.
It's about the relationship we have with ourselves,
our friends, our family, our most loved.
It means that you look them in the eye
and won't let them bend, falter, deceived.
Perfection is when you do everything you could and there was nothing else to sacrifice for what is worth.
Is to know that family does not start or end in blood and cares about you not for what you can do about them.
It's just there to the good, the bad and the worse.That they got your back even if it hurts so much...

One of the greatest moments of our lives.
Patiently maturing our hearts for a beautiful cause and victorious
fall to the field of battle.
But patience easily gives in rage. It begins with a drop,
a single drop. Soon it becomes a river where anger is born
and from this fury rises a raging flood.
The tide wave changes and if anyone stands against
that tide, will drown...
All result of an unchecked wrath in prison within,
for this unjust and unfair world, where whatever is
good and true now watches like a ghost from beyond.
Waiting, faiding, forgetting, no rage just emptiness...

It's weird what happens when you fall in love.
From the very first moment your heart tells you
that you do not have a choice...
It's unbearable to get into a relationship with the right person
at the wrong moment. I think that maybe the right person at the
wrong moment is simply the wrong person.
Like a drop lost in dirt while there's an ocean
covering the earth.
People lose once and it's calvary for them, but they have no idea
losing every single time it's surely a distress.

Imagine being free from all the hidden dark thoughts
and secrets you ever had. Uninhabited by modern anxieties.
Imagine being truly free for just a moment.
A perfect creation of pure character and honesty.
Like good artists, evolve.
Like great artists innovate.
Create.
Represent.
Make things happen.
The experience.
All of it.
Art, dreams making us better and courageous,
even if man's inhumanity to man proves that the
very nature of mankind is defective.
It worths a shot to try really hard to change the fact
that mankind is tethered to a vicious cycle of
creation, decay and destruction.

Past and future, like two films played in dubly salons.
None can watch both at the same time.
At some point we need to choose
which one we shall watch.

There are things in our lives we do not like to face at all
and as we hurry to hide them in a hutch called subconscious
its door open ferocious.

The fact we do not face them doesn't mean they do not exist
and when the door opens everything falls upon us.
Difficult to end something old but even more to start as new.

A glass of wine, a kiss to my lips and your look in my eyes...
A tight hug and your look in my eyes...
Your caress, your touch, your love and your look always in mine...

Your gently hands become mine, your warm heart becomes mine.
Your smile and kiss unconditionally given.
It is your love not mine...