Good and evil
Love and hate
The balances of life
Makes everything flow just right
Until misery takes control of your world...
Misery is a parasite
Feeds off other's to become stronger
It hunts for those who are happy
Only to bite and infect them
With it's disease
It penetrates deep into your mind
Death and despair flood the thoughts
The virus spreads further...to your soul
u are sick with misery
Contagious
u don't want to infect
Forced into isolation
A weak body and a weak mind
There is no cure for u to find
Until the dag comes when an antidote called Love
Finds it's way inside
And kills the virus
But cures are hard to find
Like any love is...
to see, feel, hear, touch and taste
your eyes, your lips, your hands
u are everywhere
a touch, soft and tender
a whisper, full of desire
a gasp of sweet surrender
as passion fuels the fire
and though we still have far to go
that's alright, we'll take it slow
and though the days are often long
with u here I can be strong
there's no time in life to judge
only time enough for love
so as another night slips by
let’s dance beneath the sky
in our secret garden
love took power over our will
progressively, gently, tenderly, lover to lover
love, you’re all I ever needed
and I want u now. now being forever.
this is my eternal vow.
A silver glint in your eyes; heartbeats clean.
A simple chord enrages me; warm smiles.
The melody plays slow; performed quite keen.
I stop midway, but memory redials.
The octave jumps to brilliance; intense.
They love attention and thought; quarter notes.
Continuous trills and glissandos; dense.
Already chosen hum no other votes.
To accidentals for wit; humor dark.
Yet, the meer necessary; balance sweet.
Some kindness with speed; held out at the hark.
Released the pedal to kill the soft beat.
All are strong to my heart’s will; every song.
The echoes beneath that for which I long.
A simple chord enrages me; warm smiles.
The melody plays slow; performed quite keen.
I stop midway, but memory redials.
The octave jumps to brilliance; intense.
They love attention and thought; quarter notes.
Continuous trills and glissandos; dense.
Already chosen hum no other votes.
To accidentals for wit; humor dark.
Yet, the meer necessary; balance sweet.
Some kindness with speed; held out at the hark.
Released the pedal to kill the soft beat.
All are strong to my heart’s will; every song.
The echoes beneath that for which I long.
through the thorns to the stars
The only one who doesn't know happiness
is the one who couldn't understand its call
I am Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling
To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling, in the depth of longing
To stay myself longer...
Stand alone... Where was life when it had a meaning...
Stand alone... Nothing's real anymore and...
...Endless run...
While I'm alive, I can try not to fall while flying,
Not to forget how to dream... how to love
...Endless run...
Calling Calling, For the place of knowing
There's meer that what can be linked
Calling Calling, Never will I look away
For what life has left for me
Yearning Yearning, for what's left of loving
To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling
To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling, in the depth of longing
To stay myself longer.......
Fearless hart-, hart beats
in my chest,
strong and proud,
sensitive and fragile.
Collecting all these words
u gave as if
those are significant,
but your hart-, hart has never
spoken to me.
Empty words u gave,
the depth that lies in them
u treaded,
though I still remember that
glow in your eyes,
I still remember,
though your false love
is spreading its wings
only in dreams of my own
world.
It was me who left,
and yet
I'm still trying to forget,
still trying to erase every
moment of happiness
we lived.
And my hart-, hart is not weak,
even though it's lonely,
loneliness itself doesn't fear me,
for it loves me,
loneliness chose me.
Loneliness is jealous,
won't leave me be,
loneliness is in love
with me,
filled within my heart,
it has chosen me.
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Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and Love and Laugh
Is this really life?
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and Love and Laugh
Is this really life?
\\What makes us human?//
【War】
War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile
But we beg
War is the scientist
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan
War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so
War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon door all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written door a Poet for the Wandering Souls
【War】
War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile
But we beg
War is the scientist
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan
War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so
War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon door all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written door a Poet for the Wandering Souls