tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89715439768474042862024-02-08T03:30:35.497-08:00Hi, how can I help me?Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-40177752276338999852011-09-14T14:16:00.000-07:002011-09-14T14:16:52.743-07:00AnythingFeel the lines<br />
crossing his hands<br />
Understand the heart,<br />
begging to be touched.<br />
<br />
See the gaze,<br />
firing from his eyes<br />
Understand the soul<br />
melting to be held.<br />
<br />
Hear the words,<br />
flowing from his lips<br />
Understand the wisdom<br />
ready to be kissed<br />
<br />
A touch<br />
A breath<br />
A feel<br />
AnythingDiablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-82952121159555330612011-09-13T18:39:00.001-07:002011-09-13T18:39:34.773-07:00BetrayalI have failed<br />
my readers,<br />
I have forsaken<br />
my benefactors,<br />
I am back<br />
with pen in hand<br />
Ready to draw<br />
imaginary lines<br />
Between all words<br />
and the meaning of time<br />
If it allows me<br />
To claim what was once mineDiablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-26961013462978251972011-08-14T20:24:00.000-07:002011-08-14T20:31:54.587-07:00PrisonnerVast fields of grass,<br />
Still while the wind<br />
Blows it's wrath,<br />
Let winter begin.<br />
<br />
It's cold in your heart<br />
The sun no longer<br />
Relieves you from dark<br />
Dreams and yearnings<br />
<br />
Like a prisoner<br />
Behind closed bars<br />
Hands gripping<br />
Fists clutching<br />
<br />
Begging to be redeemed<br />
<br />
Of the memories of nights<br />
Love and Passion<br />
Forever to be lost<br />
In cells without light.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-30025544183877555262011-07-29T12:13:00.000-07:002011-07-29T12:13:50.261-07:00Keep it AliveLetting her go,<br />
the idea you hold on<br />
to not be stuck<br />
to live fully<br />
the place of a worry<br />
of your own fears <br />
and difficulty<br />
Survivor <br />
of all loss<br />
embrace and know<br />
your world immersed<br />
in the kiss <br />
of a deceased <br />
Asking <br />
the abnormal <br />
unresolved grief<br />
reaction and images<br />
bloody cloth<br />
covering the scenes<br />
the emotions<br />
perhaps a moment<br />
Circumstances.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-76705661700555957052011-07-19T08:58:00.000-07:002011-07-19T08:58:58.541-07:00RunHere you are<br />
running to reach the line<br />
puffing to reach the sign<br />
end of the journey<br />
to heaven's key.<br />
Yet rapid enough<br />
you aren't to catch up<br />
with the life thrown at you<br />
with the stomp of your shoe<br />
Trying to leave its trace<br />
and not quit the race<br />
run run run<br />
But hold on<br />
Don't let go<br />
Of all you know<br />
run run run<br />
Be the the singer,<br />
Be the dancer<br />
Be the runner<br />
But never a quitter.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-47499345585121759642011-07-13T10:27:00.000-07:002011-07-14T11:14:28.255-07:00Beyond Ugliness<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/2011/07/13/2011-07-13_body_of_missing_boy_leiby_kletzky_8_found_in_dumpster_in_park_slope.html" style="color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold;">http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/2011/07/13/2011-07-13_body_of_missing_boy_leiby_kletzky_8_found_in_dumpster_in_park_slope.html</a></span><br />
<br />
I write Poetry<br />
<br />
We all deal with pain differently<br />
How do you accept what has been?<br />
How do you go on believing?<br />
Nine years old he was<br />
A man he'll never be<br />
Because someone decided so<br />
Because no one could have known<br />
<br />
I write poetry<br />
<br />
I'd like to bury the pain<br />
Those prayers said in vain<br />
Justice should be rendered<br />
Or else I surrender<br />
To the evil in this world<br />
To the incomprehensible plan<br />
Us humans carry out.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-76377204562265558562011-07-12T16:47:00.000-07:002011-07-12T16:49:00.102-07:00IndividualisticFar from the mondaine<br />
Forgotten by common citizens<br />
Shining in the armor<br />
Of the soldiers that lure<br />
A life of banality<br />
Faced with tragedy<br />
Where death exists<br />
Where thoughts persists.<br />
<br />
Far from the urbane<br />
Free to be your brain<br />
Individual with pride<br />
Swim against the tides<br />
of the artificial decor<br />
and the superficial door<br />
They don't understand<br />
They can't comprehend.<br />
<br />
Ha, to be free<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">What can I say, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I'm far away...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Oh, to feel sorry</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Don't you tell, me it's too late...</div>Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-31195643354282999112011-07-04T18:25:00.000-07:002011-07-04T18:35:28.257-07:00Writing-Have you?<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Has the wind stopped blowing?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Have the roof tops stopped shining?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Has the rain stopped singing?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Have the old men stopped crying?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Have you stopped to see?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Have you stopped to feel?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Has the sun stopped beating?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Have the city streets stopped rushing?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Has the grass stopped growing?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Have the deserts stopped dying?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Have you stopped to hear?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Have you stopped to fear?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Had the sun stopped beating,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">And had the wind stopped blowing</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">Had the mind seen it coming,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;">I would have stopped writing.</span></div><div><br />
</div>Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-33152399176247728862011-05-29T19:43:00.000-07:002011-05-29T19:45:28.234-07:00StormHow to seek the fury of the sea<br />
How to know the moods of the wind<br />
When he left, he didn't tell me<br />
That the stronger you are<br />
The more you win.<br />
They come and go<br />
The people you love,<br />
The people you give<br />
The will to sail away,<br />
To survive and wish again.<br />
Forever you'll be the one<br />
To look into the sea<br />
To find the one meaning<br />
Of that which will never be.<br />
Ask the wind to take you back<br />
Tell the rain to hold its wrath<br />
Yell at those who could not see<br />
The tornado raging deep<br />
Ravaging<br />
The beauty of your sea<br />
The one that will never be<br />
But a storm of tears<br />
of joy<br />
and overcome fears.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-48168317016070657132011-05-19T12:42:00.001-07:002011-05-19T12:42:53.042-07:00Paradox of Boredom<div class="MsoNormal">Boredom</div><div class="MsoNormal">Define the state of mind</div><div class="MsoNormal">When your brain cells are dead</div><div class="MsoNormal">When all you have is lame</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ideas that come and go</div><div class="MsoNormal">Never to be done</div><div class="MsoNormal">Nor to be tried in </div><div class="MsoNormal">Boredom</div><div class="MsoNormal">Know the limits of your art</div><div class="MsoNormal">When bounded by your pen</div><div class="MsoNormal">When all of words and song </div><div class="MsoNormal">You hear are neither fun</div><div class="MsoNormal">Nor ever dull</div><div class="MsoNormal">To burst through</div><div class="MsoNormal">Boredom</div><div class="MsoNormal">Illogical term to say</div><div class="MsoNormal">When interest fades away</div><div class="MsoNormal">When choices overwhelm</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Inactivity we might wish </div><div class="MsoNormal">To never loose</div><div class="MsoNormal">Nor ever choose</div><div class="MsoNormal">Boredom</div>Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-23145962720109306712011-05-13T14:43:00.000-07:002011-05-13T14:43:23.457-07:00LostHear the lost songs,<br />
dying in the wind.<br />
The sound of melodies,<br />
deafened by the bombs.<br />
<br />
Find the lost boys,<br />
seeking for the love.<br />
The endless searching,<br />
for meaning and joy.<br />
<br />
Watch the lost stars,<br />
shinning in the sky.<br />
The symbol of hope,<br />
As loneliness departs.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-77765547993286731922011-05-08T20:06:00.000-07:002011-05-09T19:20:06.477-07:00An apology for my AbsenceYou feel the void, <br />
You want to hear<br />
You turn to fill<br />
The absence of a voice<br />
<br />
You yearn to catch<br />
You pray to see<br />
You beg to kill<br />
The absence of a grasp.<br />
<br />
You choose to leave<br />
You want to know<br />
You hate the hole<br />
The absence of a grief. <br />
<br />
You fight to stay<br />
You cry to tell<br />
You like to hug<br />
The absence of all gray.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-3884289395737456632011-04-21T04:24:00.000-07:002011-04-21T04:24:51.649-07:00BreathingA different breeze, <br />
Different poetry<br />
But what a heart needs,<br />
Is beyond all wish.<br />
<br />
A wish of hope,<br />
Wish to think of<br />
But what a heart feels,<br />
is beyond all love.<br />
<br />
Love me now,<br />
Love me not<br />
But what a heart knows,<br />
is beyond all joy.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-69358507860682741312011-04-13T21:43:00.000-07:002011-04-13T21:43:38.975-07:00StrivingI've forgotten the warmth,<br />
The feel of the sun.<br />
<br />
The shine of the light,<br />
A fire long gone,<br />
Yet I burn for the touch,<br />
Of beauty alone.<br />
<br />
I've imagined the doom,<br />
The words in our eyes.<br />
<br />
The weights of our smiles,<br />
And some other lies,<br />
Yet I burn from the tears,<br />
Of all silent cries.<br />
<br />
I've forsaken the rights,<br />
The will of surrender.<br />
<br />
The fragments of life,<br />
The hope for power.<br />
But I burn for the growth<br />
Of a blooming flower.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-25762136528105672062011-04-07T18:21:00.000-07:002011-04-07T18:21:34.800-07:00Time please Heal<b><i>She Dared</i></b><br />
Obscured by the light<br />
Entranced by the night.<br />
<b><i>She Stared</i></b><br />
Thinking of the day<br />
Wondering off her way.<br />
<b><i>She Teared</i></b><br />
Up the life of plans<br />
Falling into hands.<br />
<b><i>She Feared</i></b><br />
Their ticking racing<br />
Slowly destroying.<br />
<b><i>She Cared </i></b><br />
For all lost moments<br />
Long gone instants.<br />
<b><i>She Bared </i></b><br />
Her precious memories<br />
Threw them in the sea.<br />
<b><i>She Cleared</i></b><br />
Mind of all times<br />
Burden to all kind.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-41964720190666894042011-04-01T15:36:00.000-07:002011-04-01T15:36:56.214-07:00Try for LoveTry to catch<br />
The glimpse of gold<br />
The fleeting shine<br />
Of darting Love.<br />
<br />
Try to see<br />
Lost in the stars<br />
The cold universe<br />
Of healing scars.<br />
<br />
Try to halt<br />
The forever time<br />
The painful joy<br />
Of hearts like mine.<br />
<br />
Try it all<br />
The ailing pain<br />
The invisible ache<br />
Of misery's reign.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-5259172504258304442011-03-29T20:39:00.000-07:002011-04-13T21:44:51.132-07:00Will you be my friend?<div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s all His hand, it’s His idea:</div><div class="MsoNormal">He tells me the joys you share, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops: 1.75in;">Calls on me when you shed tears.</div><div class="MsoNormal">You know my friend, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Maybe we shall pretend?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">No need to hear my voice, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Or to see my eyes,</div><div class="MsoNormal">When you see them brown,</div><div class="MsoNormal"> The light sees them shine.</div><div class="MsoNormal">My comments will tell,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Whom and what I like </div><div class="MsoNormal">My pictures will show, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Who and what I am.</div><div class="MsoNormal">No need to feel my presence; </div><div class="MsoNormal">You now know my charm.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ever seen you? Heard of you?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Watched you grow through pictures,</div><div class="MsoNormal">When you ask: ever met before?</div><div class="MsoNormal">My, sure, in caricature</div><div class="MsoNormal">Virtually he suggested </div><div class="MsoNormal">You as my friend,</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Intrigued me by </div><div class="MsoNormal"> The cello in your hands.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On our own,</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Maybe we would‘ve met, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Maybe stared at a painting</div><div class="MsoNormal"> On a wall, </div><div class="MsoNormal">In an Art museum like we use to,</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Like we use to wonder,</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Who is that boy, who is that girl?</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the picture, what is in her? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now Facebook tells you</div><div class="MsoNormal">She is whom you see,</div><div class="MsoNormal">He is whom you should seek </div><div class="MsoNormal">The friend you will never be,</div><div class="MsoNormal">For an added name on your list.</div></div>Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-33186470990538213912011-03-21T20:05:00.000-07:002011-03-21T20:05:48.406-07:00IT...It's a broken glass,<br />
It's the stolen pass<br />
It's a pain that lasts<br />
It's the dying grass.<br />
<br />
It's the beat in the air,<br />
It's the throb of fear<br />
It's the fall of a tear<br />
It's the weight to bear.<br />
<br />
It's a wounded love<br />
It's a captured dove<br />
It's an iron glove<br />
It's the heat above<br />
<br />
It's the never ending<br />
It's the constant bleeding<br />
It's the heart pending<br />
It's the final mending.<br />
<br />
It's the censured name<br />
It's the unspoken shame<br />
I'ts the rejected blame<br />
It's the raging flame.<br />
<br />
It's the supreme breath<br />
It's the name of death<br />
It's the eternal rest<br />
It's the ultimate test.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-22669709012713423202011-03-17T22:29:00.000-07:002011-03-17T22:29:30.396-07:00G.od why?<div class="MsoNormal">Tell me God what have I done; tell me God what is it?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Why do you allow me to be pierced? Why do you allow their knife to hit?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Does my pain color your world? Do my tears fill up your sea?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Please tell them how much I hurt, please show them how deep I bleed </div><div class="MsoNormal">I used to pray</div><div class="MsoNormal">For my soul to be slay </div><div class="MsoNormal">If only peace </div><div class="MsoNormal">Would claim its place.</div><div class="MsoNormal">But the never ending</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thump and beating </div><div class="MsoNormal">Steals the air</div><div class="MsoNormal">Of a heart at risk.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Oh, God why don’t you?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Hear me, hear my plea. </div><div class="MsoNormal">See my pain, see my grief.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Let me breathe, let me be.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Only You,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Know my wish:</div><div class="MsoNormal">To disappear, to forget</div><div class="MsoNormal">So many tears, a secret,</div><div class="MsoNormal">A soul at see, </div><div class="MsoNormal">A hope in me;</div><div class="MsoNormal">For a life,</div><div class="MsoNormal">That will never be. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-45603505944893265862011-03-14T19:12:00.000-07:002011-03-14T19:12:33.186-07:00GoneYou said we all feel,<br />
You said loving is real.<br />
You chased away the magic<br />
And was left to heal.<br />
<br />
You said we all yearn<br />
You said each gets a turn<br />
You threw away my heart<br />
And I was left to burn.<br />
<br />
One touch,<br />
one breath,<br />
You let it fly.<br />
If never caught<br />
It will soar high..<br />
<br />
When you'll be searching<br />
See me through the stars<br />
See me be,<br />
Me who was left<br />
burning to heal.<br />
<br />
I apologize if some of this doesn't make to much sense to you, I've just written it and will probably want to make some changes, but hey this was my inspiration :)Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-20514735888767419832011-03-11T13:40:00.000-08:002011-07-23T23:15:43.224-07:00What is the Cure?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i>Doctor, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What is it?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A heart that beats too fast</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Haunted eyes,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A mind still in the past</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sleepless nights.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I can no longer go home</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Banished. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i>Doctor</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Why is it?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span>Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-84776636361100801602011-03-08T20:31:00.000-08:002011-03-08T20:32:35.740-08:00Dream in The Night<div class="MsoNormal">One of those nights</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">When the moon</div><div class="MsoNormal">The wonders, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Dreams of reality</div><div class="MsoNormal">The silent wind, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Quiet harmony</div><div class="MsoNormal">Chants the </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Cry of her aching wounds.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">One of those moments </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Without tune</div><div class="MsoNormal">The broken voice, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Fading melody</div><div class="MsoNormal">The beauty, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Perfect purity</div><div class="MsoNormal">Isolates the </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"> Sky above the dunes.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">At last, yes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"> It awakes</div><div class="MsoNormal">The sound, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Charity of a soul</div><div class="MsoNormal">The moan, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Pain of the cold</div><div class="MsoNormal">Defies the </div><div class="MsoNormal"> Loss of a heartbreak. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">At last, yes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"> It knows</div><div class="MsoNormal">The peace, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The shine of gold</div><div class="MsoNormal">The envy, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">The power it holds</div><div class="MsoNormal">Captures the</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"> Instant and runs.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div><br />
</div>Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-82577194551158827422011-03-07T19:29:00.000-08:002011-03-07T19:29:29.055-08:00Burn and Write<div style="text-align: right;"></div>Write without thinking, <br />
Words accusing <br />
Pointing at life and denouncing <br />
Freedom of our minds <br />
Blindness of our hearts. <br />
Try to scream <br />
Understand the feeling <br />
Resisting. <br />
You want to know, <br />
You want to feel <br />
Touch the sun<br />
Change it's color<br />
Burn your soul<br />
Rest forever.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-67621663669987630782011-03-05T18:22:00.000-08:002011-03-05T19:36:16.899-08:00The Dream of the LonelyWhen the sun goes down,<br />
When birds cease to sing,<br />
And when night laughs at you,<br />
You know you're on your own.<br />
<br />
They all deserted<br />
To the land of the dreams,<br />
A land where you'll find,<br />
No welcoming peace.<br />
<br />
So you'll wonder around,<br />
Searching for the key<br />
To escape the mind,<br />
The grip of the diseased.<br />
<br />
Alternative text:<br />
When the sun goes down. when the last train is out of sight, when the birds sing good night, you;re on your own. You enter a dimension where all dreams are accessible as long as they are only dreams. When you reenter reality, you aren't allow to talk about whom you are and what you've done in the other world.<br />
And if they ever become true in this world, you'll have to start all over. Find another world to escape to and make sure it can never be caught.<br />
In your search of utopia, you might encounter disguised devils. They'll tell you what to hope for and what to believe. they'll tell you where to go and what to feel. They'll paint the line between the land of dream and the land of life.The painting will become your reality, without anywhere to escape to anymore.<br />
You are trapped in this world for better and for worse.Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971543976847404286.post-15755061049206504552011-03-04T13:54:00.000-08:002011-03-04T13:54:13.667-08:00The Will<div class="MsoNormal">So you say </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>You can sing,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You think</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>You can rule,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You know</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>You can be.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But can you</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Hear my chant?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Can you</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Set me free?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Can you</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Be for me?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"> We all have it in us. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We can all love, we can all give, we can all take. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Often, we just don't know how. Often, we just have to ask.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But your voice isn't the one of the world, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">your voice speaks to you and none other.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Alone, you go searching, hoping to find </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> bits of humanity.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div>Diablessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15314789100538069632noreply@blogger.com4