Ohne dich

Eternity's climb to oblivion
Absurdity's flight to dysfunction
We will perish beyond our apprehensions
We will live outside the peripheries
The flowers bloomed in our memories
The mothers smiled to our agonies
Gods will dance to our fires
Children born under the burning skies
There is a haze engulfing
There is a link vibrating
Gone outside of our minds and hearts
Are the pain and memories that linger somewhere

Road to Love

Drive me baby, to the interstate of denial,
Scrape me against myself, my insanity beguiles,
To the blue moon, with a serenade,
We lived our lives in a lemonade,
Taunt my ego, unto its very self,
Until we lie again, on this very shelf,
Lets cling on, to this thing called love,
To the past begone, and the future hereupon.

You Are A Star

Oh so dare missed, my love! You be dry and about,
Forever trusting unto their hearts,
For this patience, is a disgraced virtue.

Cry of A Raped Nymph

There she ran
Through the silent woods and gallows of pain
Raped and feeble
Stars, stared into her eyes
Her only confidants
Reason dies
Sadness prevails
Shame lingers
Realms were in hyper-motion through her blood red eyes
Zeitgeist was unfaithful to her
Banshee helpless
Now she wanted to fly
To the valley where she was bathed
With sins of others
On her own she will fight
That chill down her spine
Englowing her like stars in her hair
Fuelling her with vines of energy
Draped in fear and loath
Scraped with blood and loneliness
The day came closer and closer
When the sun wanted to kiss her forehead
And make God proud of His creations
An enigma that will be..
An agony to cry upon..
An ode to sing..

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When our eyes are broken in two,
When our hearts melt into one,
When our souls split apart,
When our selves mend to one,
When our unicorn is born,
And when our multiverse merges,
That is when moon will hang its head low,
That is when all serenades will be sung,
That is when this heart of yours will burn,
That is when this fairytale will end,
That is when this reality falls in recluse,
And that is when our dreams will haunt this oblivion.

I Am A Lone Traveler

This image converges my paths I have taken at each turn of time in my life. A rogue, a vagabond, a perpetual traveler that I have become. I hate it and I love it for what I have in my hands and in my heart, not much that I have seen the world of men. Everything is one, I try relentlessly to detest this notion, unconvincingly though. Where will this path lead? Where will it end? Or where will it begin? I try to look for answers in simple objects in forms of stones I stumble across; I pick them up, keep them, value them, and give them a piece of me. I am no one, I am them. My benches, will always be empty.

Image taken near Váh River in Piešťany, Slovakia.

Evening With Horizon

Sun burnt through the ages of time,
Bones buried under the shadows of smoted ruins,
The foul stench of war is still in the air,
Bending space and time we are on the verge again,
Friends are only paranoid eyes left,
Foes what we devoured in time,
Seeing through this prism, this life splits,
We were men once,
The divine voice echoed back,
Good day and good bye.