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?

I've learned more from pain than joy.
My mind and heart in battle to a void of
grim thoughts.
If things were meant to be like this and just let go
or if i really want something i should
fight for it.
Both at a different point of view
right and wrong at the same time.
I can not know how deep i am wounded
nore if i'll ever heal for my pain is the
outcome of pure emotions.
Love, compassion, selflessness.
There are times this pain becomes
unbearable but i choose to do what
is right and just even if it comes with a price.

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."

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.

I've been here not long ago
every way lead me there after all.
Oh heaven you won't let me go
trapped in this illusion
manifesting this delusion.
I keep on climbing even if it hurts.
Why do anything to hear what you want
even if it's wrong.
It would be a lie to let myself forgiving.
Slowly growing my lost roots
beneath some broken wings
mending my wounds.
I see it you see it
we both feel it.
Don't give in pain
let it rain.

When do we truly dare to say that we know
someone or something at each fullest extent?
When we believe in it?
When we learn from it?
When we have proof for it?
What i understand is that we don't know even ourself
until a critical moment appears, until we have to make
a decision that will affect not only us but people we love
and our soul embrace.

Our voices covered the silence of the night.
Just me and a beautiful woman talking
about our vivid lives. The road is getting
darker, the moonlight could shed little light.
She tightly grabbs my arm and kisses me with
her soft red lips. No words could be spoken as
i lose myself to the pleasures of her kiss.
I responded "I am not a man who mistreats
a lady for a night's satisfaction."
She replied "I know, i can feel it. But what would you
do for a woman in need. In need of your love,
of your caress, of your kiss?"
We drove our way back to my house.
Her beautiful green eyes could see within my heart
and her passionate kisses fill my lips and tongue.
I lose the sense of time as our warm breaths become
a cool breeze to our throbbing bodies.
She holds me tight as i lay her upon the soft sheets,
gently she kisses my neck and lets me slide down to fountains
of pumping milking beats, ******* her healing liquids like honey drops.  
Slowly i enter the altar of her lustful ventricles
becoming one as we press into silken gist
and break open as her skin brushes like silk.
She holds me tight with her angelic body as i permeate
deeper when oceans of liquid lava burst at the white sheets
of our bed and her breast ignites in slow movement
as we gasp and sigh the air around us.
She holds me tight to take in a river that will
quench her thirst, licking heavens milk that covered the secret
spaces that our kisses marked.    
She holds me till the sun rises to put an end to this salacious sin.
She holds my hand and crowls her way back to me. Back to my craving heart, back to our prurient desires.

Where these words shall find you i don't know
maybe at some  far flung adventure.
I am worried cause you weren't entirely honest
at your last call. Maybe you have grown to long
in secrets and you have become over reliant on them.
All has not gone well with me i've been low and lonely
unwilling to welcome a new day, some sort of lethargy
sunking into my own sadness. I feel the absence of love
it's like cutting void. If i believed in God i would pray.
Perhaps this is what troubles me, i have lost hope or it
has left me and now i stand alone without love that i
have always depended. I am so tired that even fear of
what may come at the future does not affect me.
Old fears have echoed to silence and self confidence rises
for something yet remains. I remain...
So i sign off with hope now and as ever with love for
something new.
The bells might still tolling and flags at half mast
your world in tears, but you are the only one who hears
them who sees them for my heart beats with happy stars.
Let all be well. Goodbye.

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.

I know now that it wasn't you
who fashioned such noose.
It was them, those dark abominations
who fled before the stars of Uranus.
Remember!
We are not weak!
Madness is such a hard thing to define
which makes it such an easy label
to affix to one's enemies.
It's not madness to fight for our right
to exist!
It's not wrong to make a stand and
wake up from the slumber of their lies
to the beautiful dawn of Eos!

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..

Dishearted and lonely trying to maintain
this frail existence. Could it be the end?
What is a man but the sum of his memories.
What are we but the stories we live, the tails
we tell ourselves. Anger and grief clouded my mind and would have consumed me, if it was not for the wisdom of a friend i could call a second father. He taught me to look past my instincts and even he might not fully answered my speculations he guided me well to learn from myself. I was free to choose and all that is good in me rekindled again. Thank you Mr. Socrates i wish the best.

I could not understand that
i am not going through it
but it's going through me.
I should move away start
something new.
But i just wish...
i just wish that i could have
been closer to you
i just wish to end my loneliness
sail to the endless sea
forget through the deep brown forest
and rest under your silverlight beauty.

Cool wind filling my chest
eyes rest in this beautiful sunset
ears surrounded by waves crushing at shore.
All i wanted was to sail away into the blue,
broken compass waters unknown.
I remembered the silence under the trees
the scent of the deep green forest
hidden streams reflecting silver.
All i wanted was to stay a little longer.
A familiar rhythm, a song she sang for me
soft notes all over my home
and as i lay numb
my heart beats like the raining clouds.
All i wanted was to be with her.
My roots are broken and wind
carries my soul
feeling cold under the stars.

I guess this is all that loyalty buys
in a world without love
pain in the night and death to love's floor.
Perhaps that awaits me too.

Heart woven from world's greatest thread
with passionate beat
a donor of love
a donor of kindness
a donor of strength
a titaness of life
which warm tears shine
of love even in gloom.
A goddess of compassion
a soul with passion.
My heart fills with gratitude
my soul fills with love.
Thank you!
Thank you for you might be the
best of us all.
If more people were like you
this world would be a merrier place.
Thank you.

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!

The world turns away in horror.
As broken things, unloved they appeared
with blood on their crown the lonely night
uncovered them.
It's deep in their blood
it's deep in their bones
change is deep inside them
that light makes them look exceptional.
Drifting down to another side
relentless they survived.
Hope, love and fate they were named
and none could ever get how perfect
they were when they bloomed in
starlight skies.

We know war it's with us since
the beginning of time
coming and going with the tide.
Rebelion rose in our hearts
but fires burned cities and souls
to ashes all gone just like that
with a snap of a finger
cause we allowed it so and
we built up walls like it would
stop anything.
There was a time so long ago
before the angels fell
before the rivers turned black
before the songs of the woodland
fey folk were gone and greed did not
blind our hearts.
Why do we let those false gods
seek the monsters that we fear the most
and chase the nightmares that haunt
our silent dreams?

We seek happiness like an unfulfilling dream
but there it is right in front of us.
Small precious moments in our everyday lives.
Moments which hold so little, but they are
acting like a counterweight to the so cold face of pain.
Pain which comes in waves.
You feel helpless, you can't fight it,
and you don't even know if you'll make it.
It plunks your entire world into one fine point
and when that wave goes away you feel
relief just for a moment.
Then it comes back to remind you.
Don't give in.

It's hard to remember how everything was,
before people changed, before they turned into
a selfish and distant being.
Even those of us who refuse to turn into that
state of obscurity are considered weird, but the truth
is that we are exhausted and disappointed.
Those people who dare to call themselves humans
drain our positivity like parasites and take
advantage of our honesty.
I was lucky to know a true freedom for a while, a place
of remarkable spirit that was taken from me.
I will not yield.

My loneliness i loved
not because i liked it
but there i found none
that could hurt me.
My love is like a ship
when the tempest begins
the only refuge can be
found is the port that
answers in her name.
My eyes harsh like
a wooden bark
but my heart like a rasp
with patience and time
makes this soul
slick and soft
ready to fall again
in her ardent kiss.

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.

It's getting cold
it's pouring with rain
your own light
inside your heart.
For every breath
feeling lungs with cold black wind
a wolf stares sniffs and howls.
In every heartbeat
a soul's vast
a lion's roar
  its dark brown eyes
the color of a cloak.
It's getting warmer
south wind whiff's
it's your own breath
inside my chest.

Fight for those you love even if your inside
breaks into pieces.
Fight even if your heart does not
command it.
Fight for the woman your love surrounds and
stay with her even if it kills you.
Love is like a wild flower.
It grows where is at least expected
and appears with different colour and shape
to each one of us.
Love can survive under really difficult circumstances but
will die if it's placed in a cage.
Love is when you're happy with her joy,
when you always care of how she feels,
what she wants,
what she afraid of,
what she dreams of.
Every single moment...

We all walk on the same earth Gaia
we all sail on the same sea Oceanus
see the same sky Uranos
the same sun Helios
the same moon Selene
and welcome everyday the beautiful dawn of Ios.
All held in the arms of the mighty Atlas.

Words fade as if they were false
***** out in an instant.
In time only a memory takes hold
that of a great pain.
Tethered to the killing wheel
i sail to the fires of this world
and keep moving on like an adiction
takes me from the inside.
Another day my ship is wrecked
another life feels like i am flying
another sunset i start to hear them now
like wispers of broken prayers.

I wish you knew how much i've missed you
in so little time, yet my heart withstands
so much pain.

Fragile yet strong my heart became
alone but sure in mind
confused but determined in spirit.

Caged but free at the same time.

There are people that give meaning
and value in this world, purpose, mirth
and when they are gone so does joy.
A warm hug emptied...
We love them and call them family
even if they are not our blood.
We forgive them in the midst of the darkest storm,
and embrace together the grey cold mist.
Love and caring is the least we can utter and
show it to them every single time.
An emptied hug filled.

Now i need to find some sense  to speak.
I found the words, i made none of them by myself and this is
unfair for you. I wanted to find something only for you,
a space where none other would fit in.
You weren't like everybody else and it feels like betraying
that i saw you crying.
Why tell them?
They would be happy to know you were like them, not different,
but i won't let them remember you the way it fits them.
I know that they don't feel pain every time a memory comes at top
and it kills them that they didn't know you as i did.
They weren't what i was for you and they will never be
what you were for me.
They better not remember you at all.