Tag: Self

  • Random

    What I thought was past — my desire, my long-dreamed day —
    it was an awful waking, to a night of endless chase and pain…
    I borrow my own time, and run a battle —
    to fight with whom?
    I shall surrender my soul;
    I wear no shell for you to protect me,
    but I tear open my wounds, to love myself.

  • Emptiness

    All over my hate and pain,
    it pushes me back, again and again;
    standing in the middle of an empty road,
    I realize my emptiness, in the worldly crowd…

    Way to way, with my endless hay,
    I realize I waste one more day;
    and with the lonely house,
    I find my emptiness…

    The silence of love and hate,
    I find my state in a stapled chase;
    stammering my life once again,
    I feel my emptiness, again…

    To the lonely road,
    to the endless bay,
    to the world of dreams,
    I live my emptiness, again.

  • Eyes

    Sparkling and stunning, a deadly smile —
    she looks behind my time;
    slyly, and slowly, even time whispers:
    her aura, and her smile, all around mine.

  • Beautiful Life

    Before a day, after a night,
    when sleep is gripping the pillow tight,
    I woke to a day I lost, and gained,
    and wasted away the sadness inside;
    I crawled back to reality,
    and wondered at this beautiful life.

  • Way Back

    Shall I be lost in the triumph of the one I gain,
    or shall I behold the fight of the one I lost?
    They are ways to reach the old, and the new —
    but why does the shortest so often lead to you?

  • The Dawn of a Day

    The shadow of mist will disappear,
    birds will fly on a chirping sound;
    life will nurture in every corner,
    some will rise — now, or later,
    with a roosting sound, or one of me.

    Wryly drawing a million shades in the sky,
    with so many phases of life,
    it reaches every new direction it finds —
    little things to hold, and to say.

    And from a far distance,
    I stare at your potency,
    far beyond any reach to conquer:
    the dawn of a day.

  • Heart of Time

    Heart of time…

    Day upon day, and turning nights;
    every day goes by, one sight;
    here and there, belonging of mine —
    once, there was a heart of time…

    Keys of a piano, and melody of sounds;
    thunder of the sky, and broken apart;
    every time, every day, the mirror does not shine,
    left with the broken heart of time…

    Flying with the speed of the past,
    nothing lasts ever, where the race ends;
    this is not the end, nor the beginning —
    it lies in the anger of time…

    I bid my love to memories,
    immersed in the eyes of time;
    lost, but having conquered the world,
    living myself, in the heart of time.

  • Life and You

    Raving of mine,
    to and for thine;
    mighty chimes shine,
    beneath the night and time…

    One more goodbye,
    and the still-standing sky;
    falling, but raising a voice,
    in the heat of failing love and cries…

    In the name of love,
    I found another me —
    lost, and conquered, as one;
    the carnival of life, and thine…

    I want more, and more,
    to wait, and to lose,
    to love, and to hate —
    to live the beauty of life, and you…

  • Dichotomy of Love

    Come before, and still late to myself;
    noise all around inside, and peace outside;
    from day to night, and night to hurt,
    the ringing, and the silence, of time.

    In the heart of hate and love,
    with the cycle of joy and pain;
    destinations with no journey,
    one voice — and all of it empty.

    A recreation of thoughts and incidents,
    lasting, though never in your presence;
    fame to loss, hate to love —
    merely the active dichotomy of your love.

  • Another Love

    Gone far into the night,
    leaving only clues in sight;
    they reach you everywhere you go —
    a world of joy, and of rejoicing…

    Falling through the sky,
    below your dream-line;
    walking upon the trees,
    the storm has passed your side…

    There you go, and shine —
    the glory of her, and its time;
    withered, and trembled,
    but nature has its own drawing…

    I stand between one and another:
    one is close to my heart,
    and the other, devastating;
    but far beyond, where I reach, I found her by my side…
    Nature.