Δευτέρα 27 Ιουνίου 2011

The importance of being Idle.

What about finding your passion?
Is it true we can search for that?
The beggining is the easy part.
You have faith, you can search your soul.
There are many things left for you to do.

If i ever lose my faith in me i could be lost inside my mind.
I wish i had someone to catch me falling.

Δευτέρα 30 Μαΐου 2011

.

the girl with the far away eyes
plummets into a darkly disguise
her eyes weep alone with something
until the weather fails the sky

and all is well cause she's a liar

her words aren't what they seem

her face is cracked from smiling

all the puns that she's been hiding

and soon enough everyone is going to know.

Σάββατο 19 Μαρτίου 2011

Mr.Crowley

i wana know what you meant
i left the salad and knife up in the air
i strung the strings like a line
i shifted so fast i cant explain
answer to the road in the depth of night

earth moves on my wheels
leaf bares me untill it runs dry
the thin line is here

longing for the white sun
for it will burn us all alone
and in dust we live

Τετάρτη 16 Μαρτίου 2011

awake

awake, still dreams await those who can stand tall
miserable, is the milk your tongue tastes in my desire
happy, is the way you think you find me not exciting
sensible, is not the mind you carry on your head
feasible, is not the heart you try to overtake

Σάββατο 5 Μαρτίου 2011

free

a smile stands away
dancing by the face
pretty as can be
deadly as you'll see

space and time

On the other side
alone in the room at night
its coming home like a wandering butterfly
am into your window
let me harness your soul
you know its me
its clear its me
so go and look at your window

move forward, dream alone
let your instincts drive you
beyond the flag we buried
there's so much more to be
break the sadness that draws your illusions
give time a chance, don't forget what you've learned
carry on.

Τετάρτη 2 Μαρτίου 2011

Charlie and the infinite Sadness

blue colored light at the tip of the wall
you mock those that surround you, not caring no more
there once was a wolf so alone he could cry
kept waiting in snow till the day he would die

blue colored light appears in a box
wanting to be something else just for once
till one night all its hopes were so solemnly crushed

mock the weak and they will rebel