What happened to this place and its people?
Such uncertainty
such misbelief
such "crisis".
Years back people in this country
were strong, dignified, brave
and days were filled with purpose.
When i look back at that i can truly say
life was a thing of beauty.
Once the people in this country
were worthy of the stars in the sky
and now we leave abroad with
whatever hope is left within our heart.

Emotionals ups and downs
all spin and move in staggeringly transitions,
i'm still breathing.
Every now and then i miss her so much and
i don't know how the day breaks on me.
Every now and then i'm fine,
i'm still breathing.
Someone told me you won't get lost
if you follow the compass in your heart.
I take the wheel, fly up to a silver moon
and land upon the ashes of empty hollow trees.
Products of false imaginations,
shadows of nothing.
I'm still breathing.
Angels and demons fight,
standing in between and
i'm still breathing.

In this endless journey of yours seeking  for  redemption,
what do you see? Look inside you what do you reach?
Are your actions guided by fear? Strengthen by vengeance?
Your walls around you hardened like steel,  
blinded by haste in a desperate struggle,
struggle of counteraction but not for change.
More or less the same. Questioning yourself, why again?
What else could it be but a will of shimmering light.
Look deeper what do you see?
A choice must be made to whatever you reach
There is no withdraw in this tango of life
for the rhythm is precise without a drop.

I had this strange but comforting conversation with a friend.
Well strange of topic but comforting, knowing that there are
still people who give a **** and do not afraid the reality of
this world.
We concluded that there are not many moments just one,
one devastating moment with no second chances that you
won't recover.
One moment we must avoid, prevent and protect those
we love most. We fashion the course of our lives no one else, us...

I will find my way out of the rubble
no struggle.
My thoughts are settled
i am coming.
You're staying or hiding
but makes no difference.
Can you handle my voice,
can you handle my look?
This is my complete surrender
Love
Frustration
Melancholy
Loneliness

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.

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.

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.

There's a new voice singing
you can hear it if you try
i don't regret a single choice.
Thoughts mixed in clouds
of smoldering air
a couple of burning eyes i can't control
a heart heir to another's wrongs
a whisper of doom
a silver moon sings, does it mean my end?
I walk on scorched earth
like a shadow made from ash
in a dark black night.
I approach  crystal clear waters
to quench my thirst
i approach deep blue shores to sail far away
this time not alone.
Proceed and reignite
i promise i will not forget.

If you don't share someone's pain
you can never understand them.
But just because you understand them
doesn't mean you can come to an
agreement, for out of love sacrifice is born,
hate is born and we are able to know pain.
Build destroy repeat an endless cicle.
Is that what we want?
Is that what we are?

Oh warrior of old
Oh knight of ancient oath
Oh folk of old with blade utter
Oh soul with armour shattered

Brave against the odds
Valiant for kin and folk
Gallant with conviction and sacrifice
Fearless in death's embrace

Oh warriors of old now gone
Oh gods of old so long forgotten
Oh mortal folk so unwilling
Oh humans of despite
Oh world of burning greed

Rain falls because the clouds
can no longer handle the weight.
Tears fall because the heart
can no longer handle the pain.
Even the nicest people have
their limits.
No matter how strong they are
they too need someone to protect them.
No matter how happy they are
they too need someone to make them smile.
They who have been there for everyone
need someone to be there for them cause
their silence might be the most powerful scream.

It had nothing to do with her but it was something to be seen.
I could see it in her eyes, she had no idea, what could it be just fear.
Perhaps one or two shadows of suspicion, not sure.
All i could hear her saying " I wanted to run and hide in a place
where i could see my light again"
I am holding your hand we are reaching home, somewhere safe.
War is spreading in their hearts they can't just get enough.
It would be a blessing to stop and rest but this darkness spreads,
it spreads like a fire under a strong false wind.

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?

Wake up!
Not from a dreamless sleep or the absence of light
but from a reality that will soon cease to exist.
Wake up!
Fill the blanks between words between worlds.
Wake up!
For greatness sometimes originates from the
confined of impossibility.
Wake up!
For destiny is not without irony.

The first daughters of cosmos
queens and princesses of the world
and worlds to come.
Theia the wide shinning creator of light.
Rhea mother of the gods the eternal flow
mother of us all.
Themis the just one keeper of wisdom
counsellor of Cosmos.
Mnemosyne keeper of memory mother of
the nine Muses.
Phoebe the cold crowned, the prophet. All bright
she was as hope in mortals hearts.
Tethys the purifier the blessed water that nourishes
the earth from man's distortion.

Cosmos was filled with beauty
darkness welcomed their light with weal
and so Uranides, Oceanides, Goddesses of old
took a place in the unending void
and sat to thrones made of starlight
giving place to children of their own.
Asteria daughter of Coeus and Phoebe. Goddess of
shooting stars and as one of them fell to the ocean
creating the island of Delos.
Leto sister of Asteria mother of Apollon and Artemis
motherhood and light were her gifts.
Hecate the witch the bearer of torches daughter of Asteria and Perses.
Eurybia master of the seas daughter of Pontus and Gaea herself.
Wife of Crius and mother of Astraeus, Perses and Pallas.
Eurynome the Oceanid a goddess of the sea, daughter of Oceanus and Tethys, mother of the three Charites of grace.
The one of those who nursed Hephestus.
Metis sister of Eurynome goddess of wisdom and deep thought,
mother of Athena, still bearing a child that could
overthrow Zeus himself.
Styx the third sister of Eurynome an Oceanid goddess of
the underworld river. Wife of Pallas and mother
to Zelus,Nike,Kratos and Bia.

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.

The four pillars of the earth they were
before Atlas held the world in stir
most powerful but unknown they were.
To south stood the ram as a costellation
at the sky he appeared, Crius was his name.
To north stood an oracle with unceasing foresight
and wisdom, Coeus he was called.
To west stood the spear, the craftsman. Life and death
he wielded, Iapetus the piercer he was called.
To east stood the light, the first light, the one above all,
the father of sun, moon and dawn. The mighty Hyperion
that none dared to cross.

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.

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...

Mind and heart force us to believe in
something that might not exist,
creating illusions that separate us
from hope, maybe true happiness.
Our spirit though, our instincts
know otherwise.
Thoughts an memories merging
giving an opportunity to face the truth.
We can not simply put faith in lies even
if we wanted to believe in them.
A perfect place in our minds out of reach
one impervious wall that surrounds us.
It's time to find answers in ourselves
stop being blind and live.

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.

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...

You knew as much as any of us could
but anybody else. Collect more than you
deserve, you collect shame, a good
amount of shame...

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.

Mountains as an ark
stars in the dark
a calm heart cries.
I can hear you slinkingly
i start the counting again
my fire smolders in the cold
an old mast to hold.

The pain was at ease and for a time i had
stillness within, but it was not to be for long.
As shady thoughts linger in my head again
my heart reaches the apogee of loneliness,
my chest stretches.
I can not forget nore i can allow such thoughts
to overwhelm me, so i locked them up.
I hid them even from those i love most,
for they deserve only joy and happiness
not the grouchiness of a troubled soul.