terça-feira, 18 de outubro de 2011

-The Return-

I
In that burning gaze of awe
In recognition a soul will know
That in heaven I was forged
To the very light of my core.
II
‘Cause I come from a place so far
That memory falters and breaks
Don’t deceive me, tell me now
Have you seen its wonders and flames?
III
A million stars afloat
Myriads of suns ablaze
Bodies as silk in charm
Through life slipping away
IV
Such beauty does my heart recall
Million lives won’t light up my face
Hope reaches beginnings, another end
And makes it through time, through space
V
In these lonesome mortal hours,
I beseech you, old embrace,
For golden light to return
To my skin, in ancient grace.
VI
Remind me that beauty is all
And us, we’re diamonds still
Though clouded with thin dust
Our souls bear flames to sing.
VII
Our eyes filled with tears,
To dark heavens stare
Stars, stages will roam
‘till in sight is our home
VIII
Speak to me of our purpose:
Our light to this Earth devote.
And there lying will be hope
Of someday, somehow To Return.
*

domingo, 9 de outubro de 2011

Fall



"O pano cai, o medo vem, o corpo treme..."
Linda Martini

Words inside my head

"The problem with being a dreamer, a writer, a poet, is not that they feel more than everyone else. 
It is that they cannot escape from it. All the pain, ache and explosions,- others can dismiss as merely a feeling that cannot be contained. But for us, there are endless words to describe the way we feel, to actualize the feeling, to give it existence, to gravitate them. The irresistible impulse to label everything, to get to the bottom of every unexplainable feeling is crippling. To live as a writer is non-apologetic. Everywhere that you try to escape to, is aesthetically numb. Even when you do not see what reminds you of it, words are running madness inside your head."
Unknown Author


terça-feira, 27 de setembro de 2011

Wonder-

Is it too late to call you on the phone?
Too late to tell you I'm alone?

-ful

domingo, 25 de setembro de 2011

Love Beyond Sense

"There is light, there is life, there is love beyond sense,
Beyond speech, beyond song, beyond evidence.
There is wonder intense, a miraculous sun,
As the many are molten and mixed into one."

ALEISTER CROWLEY 
 
 
(How can you say this guy was evil? O.o)

segunda-feira, 19 de setembro de 2011

Earth

I've been believing in something so distant.

As if I was human.

*
Evanescence