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Thursday, January 17, 2013

a girl

i see a girl
she is walking with me

with me i am to be with her
and i am to be of her

now the road so long
i don't care any more
my heart so pure
till its deepest core

now i know you love
the guy of your dreams
please be with me
through the water streams

you like a butterfly
sitting idle like a statue
you hover over me
but when i try to catch you

you just run over me
so what shall i do
to see you fluttering around
been so long hearing your sound

so late in night
we always chat
sitting like lazy
not burning fat

but in the garden of my heart
i chase you down
in the hinges of flowers
where you dance around

not a glance of beauty
surpasses you
through my eyes you see
its only you

Sunday, January 13, 2013

a fight


while walking on the road i see a girl working
and i see her through her eyes she is a smile
while i just walk past by her in a while

and the truth that touches me the boss that shout
and tells her to do something that her work ain't about

she cries on her desk and tears down her eyes
i just feel sorry for her while she sits and cries

and again with a bang she is back to work
ignoring just that filthy little jerk

she is strong and tough and ready to fight
even with a matchstick the candles she'd light

that jerko comes tryin to hit her on the cheeks
and now some how my anger just leaks

but before i could just reach his hand
the girl got slapped and it got end

now it must been enough for her to bare any pain
she just throws off the books and slaps his brain

i see a tigress in the form of a strong lady
just like singing a song like slim shady

her fight is hard and she wins with a whip
i clap my hand and respect is what she keep

i know now that the world ain't at peace
but the frustration and anger sometimes must release

forget the way you work and your individuality
think of the society's sick and rotten morality

and she leaves the place now with the thing
one's called dignity and that's what always sings

when the world is dead some one knocked the door


in a dream where i lie
sitting on the floor
when the whole world is dead
and some one's knocking at the door

the thrill to rush and open up the space
i did not know where the hell to race

a pig trying to catch me eating me for good
with large mouth and hands thinking me as food

i run at the shelter but hey there ain't none
some how this spooky night is not at all fun

yooo...
in a dream where i lie
sitting on the floor
when the whole world is dead
and some one's knocking at the door

i yell in my sleep to see me falling in the well deep down
and at the bottom of the well i see a stupid misery clown

he plays a prank and asks to smile like a baby getting toffee
with a hammer hitting my head drinking my brain thinking its coffee

i scream my guts out seeing the rains of my blood on the ground
hearing the stupid freaking laughter of that demonic clown

yooo...
in a dream where i lie
sitting on the floor
when the whole world is dead
and some one's knocking at the door

i am driving my car with my brains pumping adrenaline
with a sweet beauty beside me whose name is madeline

the car is going fast like a blood in the vien
its dark and lighting with a romance of the rain

i see her and not the road while i drive like a beast with a fever
so i don't see the broken bridge and hell i drive into the river

yooo...
in a dream where i lie
sitting on the floor
when the whole world is dead
and some one's knocking at the door

the dreams are scary and very much weary while they sweat me
but i remember them when i shouldn't and the reality beats me

my head is wrong wired and nothing goes so demonic and bad
the dreams in which i am dying are the best I've ever had

i know the night mare just comes in my head and lives
but just as its said every time good or bad it always leaves


yooo...
in a dream where i lie
sitting on the floor
when the whole world is dead
and some one's knocking at the door

in a dream where i lie
sitting on the floor
when the whole world is dead
and some one's knocking at the door

Saturday, January 5, 2013

The place

A place
Chosen for me by the gods to stay
I never liked it
I just decided to run away


Falling hard
Chose a path wandering feeling lost
I never panicked
My tears dry was the cost


A Hell
I reached in a quest to make my paradise
I fight hard
With a smile I just keep moving on the knifed ice


The journey
Grief and sorrow at the back of bones
Yet I move
Making the path of glory from broken stones


The Heaven
I finally reach and meet my maker smiling and content
This are the words he recite
Your meaning of life I give you, happiness for you I always meant


The thought
Of hatred and pride and sadness and grief
Was now shattered
Born with love again and a strong belief


I reached
The place which I had chosen to be
Walked through a wreck

Realizing what powers have gifted in me


My Strength
I realize in the abyss within where I fall
Yet alive
And there I am out from the abyss, standing tall