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TIMELESS(SerpentAurous)
All golden you are perfect,...
Those are not the dragons across the sky
The chariot glow, the serpent flow, the water rod...
3 turns 2 spins with 1 pine no glue no lime.
... perfect for me.
A pickup night; a frozen call of your said
timeless,
a coveted design, such a blanket statement,
a pale moment of eternity and ideal swept away,
a fake paragon.
Take that crown it is yours
like a sun that crowns the sky,
nothing can separate this.
Half the rain, quarter of a sun,
arm my waters below and upon,
it's flawless, it's timeless,
it's mine, it's perfect.
Broken scepters of the mortal rulers,
watch them wither, die;
rotten swards hung off of their keys,
fallen idols,
the ulterior vengeance,
chained and disabled other fun things.
Your hands made into my shields, I will
made them wings, made them all kings.
Half the rain, quarter of a sun,
arm my waters under the surface,
nothing can separate this.
Twist of fate, initiate this moment,
it's flawless, it's timeless,
it's mine, it's perfect.
arcane
Snow clings silently
Cemetery on the prying dent eyes,
Arcane inmates sleep
Menace after death
Deprived and dried like fish bones,
somebody's love and joy
Teasing, men are cheap
He will leave craving at dawn
Bleak joy in between
hypnotic
Rainfall of the night
Lost judges prepare for fate
Ornateness in winter
Unleashing danger
falcon fantastic hypnotic
Blows chaos soft, cold
Impeccancy onhold grieving
leaving one disappears, red
in obscene carbon trees
Void... please help me
I see no face in here.
But something surrounds me.
I can't look it in an eye,
speak from honesty and heart.
Nobody's here.
Even in an absolute silence,
I'll still catch a heartbeat.
Not here.
It reflects nothing,
there is nothing to reflect.
It's not a mirror.
I can't touch the surface.
No negotiations.
No need,
no want.
But I know
I am here,
so, what I am?
please help me
find me
somebody
like me
I'm here
please save me
spare me
from myself
from the Void
Soulmates never die
Real love is once in eternity. It defies time, death, dimensions ...
Everything else is an option.
Obsession, envy, jealousy, desperate parasitic need that grows no matter what, in dark.
Hate...
I know you are not my soulmate,
Because when I look at you face,
Your eyes...
I just see how many times I died.
And soulmates never die.
They never make each other
lesser,
smaller,
miniscule,
invisible,
ugly,
cold,
filthy,
random,
crazy,
dead...
So, you are not.
You,
are,
just,
... nothing.
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
You are an enemy.
...
Soulmates never die.
But, neither the enemies...
Suspended
So, I'm that random person on a sidewalk.
Let go. Just let it go.
Everything inside is shredding apart.
Everything around me is cooling down.
It's not me who is pacing to that little death.
My whole being is just a still image,
a permanent suspended mode.
To move my blood you should,
first, break the void.
Everything you do
I observe with a still wax face
Of a motionless doll.
The cruelest creature who ever lived...
It's never enough
The disappointment is understandable, but
My rage is incomprehensible.
How many times alone
You killed me in your mind.
Your hate ate out my heart
Like a fire.
I substituted it with a rock,
Cold as Arctic.
I had that feeling, yes,
Similar to this,
The clothes filled with empty madness,
Walls one must pretend
Because for real, there is nothing behind them.
I had that feeling, yes,
Through your skin.
It is a commotion of touch, no sound, no pain, no sight.
Not here, not now.
You know it as good as me,
But still, I died how many times.
How many times, how many ways in your mind.
This is a trap and I am not that cruel, you don't deserve the truth.
It's never enough, the only thing to regret is a pity after,
And that strange tension.
Nothing is so diminishing,
to be condemned
By the innocence.
It is the pity after, what stays, and that light.
Reality-dream, dream-reality,
It doesn't matter.
It happened.
My rage is incomprehensible.
How many times alone
You killed me in your mind.
Your hate ate out my heart
Like a fire.
I substituted it with a rock,
Cold as Arctic.
I had that feeling, yes,
Similar to this,
The clothes filled with empty madness,
Walls one must pretend
Because for real, there is nothing behind them.
I had that feeling, yes,
Through your skin.
It is a commotion of touch, no sound, no pain, no sight.
Not here, not now.
You know it as good as me,
But still, I died how many times.
How many times, how many ways in your mind.
This is a trap and I am not that cruel, you don't deserve the truth.
It's never enough, the only thing to regret is a pity after,
And that strange tension.
Nothing is so diminishing,
to be condemned
By the innocence.
It is the pity after, what stays, and that light.
Reality-dream, dream-reality,
It doesn't matter.
It happened.
Twizzle and Rain
It's a heavy burden
to make a living as a shrink,
a kink to an every fool
whose life sums up movies and eating.
Trying to contemplate the sunset,
the reason to everything,
while listening constantly
some stupid kind a champ
whose soul revolves
around self-pity and grieving...
Have you ever heard a person's crying
for being in love with Nutella?
No?
Then you haven't seen it all.
No, you haven't at all.
Have you ever heard a person's trying
to marry a bobcat doll?
No?
Well, then you have seen nothing at all.
No, you have not!
'Sorry boss, it's a twizzle and rain,
again that crazy one who waltzed down the drain.'
'Secretary, please hold all the calls,
till he fizzles 7Up with a pack of
sewerage flavored all-weather balls.'
2 chairs 1 lake
2 chairs, one lake, animal-animal (!!)
your heart is not free,
and your mind - Aw, well -
she is here with me.
I always end up wielding your head
upside down,
I always end up on this peer
somehow...
Beast's a beast, no matter how you turn It,
lock It in a tower put It in a sty,
It's stripped of any purpose, a hilarious
joke paid by misery.
Do you hear that screaming laughter,
inside,
an overlapping song that falls within itself?
It's a sin to be that devious
without a proper sponsorship.
I want nothing, you'll take anything,
let's make a deal;
I be you and you be all me.
2 chairs, one lake, animal-animal (!!)
your heart is not free,
so swim up here grab a seat,
take a fish, do you wish
to live a life in a dream;
drink its blood, eat that flesh,
feel the sun, breathe the air.
I'll make your wish come true,
you'll never be alone
in your fantasy about
the ghosted line towards the Moon.
Don't mind the magnitude,
a sunset, and the rain,
still and quiet it's just that part of a bay,
a Winter brought into the existence
with a soul,
on another side of a spring,
there is nothing to worry or fear.
PICTURE
queen
Any dishcloth can be a queen,
it's the King who rocks the board.
But, the only thing I have to do
is better of all the things you own.
You can
switch the trades with the rooks,
carve the knights in ebony and gold,
send bishops into the religious zeal,
play pawns and upcart any of them,
but all those fools who adopt your rules
have nothing on me, I desire
no prestige, faith, treasure or passion.
From all the crimes you crowned me with
I only want one, to be a Pendragon.
So, Bitch, rock it for me.
Because I'm Golden
There is a half being, in my mind.
It feels so wrong, luckily nobody saw him
because I'm golden.
So should I decorate him,
should I cream it with the glitter?
It feels so bad to say, but he is just like you
- shallow and needy, just like you,
- vain and overbearing, just like you,
- selfish and complicated, just like you.
Everything, everything in this world that
hurt me, blamed me, left me
is 'just like you'. And you are golden.
Not an ideal picture to digress,
but he even has friends.
I keep them all, I grew them as pets,
creepy crawlers and fun flowers,
a menacing dread, little nervous insects
at the back of my head.
I am golden and you're my Golden
- rage - ice age - rage-
and it's this half-thing behind ( my eyes)
that wants your admiration but
the hotter it gets, the colder it ends.
You are my golden rage,
I grew it against my top predators,
the dinosaurs and even now (when I told you)
I still want you to treat me like a little prince,
but the hotter it gets, the colder it ends.
Feed the Dragon
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| burning tires, smoke where's no fire... |
Just sit here on my throne of petals and read
bleeding screams I wrote in her mind,
come on, shy and graceful moth
she is driving me off, this is an oil
summit sunset, a painting on a glass
drying up, draining down, down, down...
'What car I am driving, a steering sliding wrong way,
this girl must think I'm so nice and funny,
I want everything today, I don't even wear the makeup
- Montagne Rouge - but wait?!-
where I am, there is nothing in this town,
only the shadows, where are my children?'
It's not a scary kind, it's that ultra-fine dread
that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.
Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!
You can't kill a god, it happened before.
Big black cold cloud and nothing on the impact
- you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.
You're believing it!
***
Everything that walks with your name,
they need so little, be aware,
when I dust the sand off their clothes and eyes
see the terror when a fairy-tale
substitutes with the madness, this is an oil
summit sunset, a painting on a glass
drying up, draining down, down, down...
I'm already in there, but don't show her my picture.
It's magic, it's a magical being!
And this is a pet cemetery, the hearth is falling,
cracking in the million fragments there and now,
don't forget to call just to be sure.
It's magic, it's a magical being!
It's not a scary kind, it's that ultra-fine dread
that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.
Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!
You can't kill a god, it happened before.
Big black cold cloud and nothing on impact
- you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.
You're believing it!
Recommendation, lyrics link to...
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Grinnell Peak in Glacier National Park Montana America
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Plana de magica
This is not a bliss. I can't call it a curse,
because I don't know what and where.
What have you done, you did wrong
- when broken a mirror took everything.
Find that mirror, before it forgets.
even if you do, it won't patch it back,
you can't return it inside
without a permission from another part.
I wish, I wish, make my wish true.
I'm so bored, alone and a fool.
It can't be true. It's a lie.
The mirrors don't talk. They don't blink...
Don't they...?
You never stopped to think,
when you pulled out a thought
from your own reflexion
- it really feels like a dream.
Doesn't it...?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all...
because I don't know what and where.
What have you done, you did wrong
- when broken a mirror took everything.
Find that mirror, before it forgets.
even if you do, it won't patch it back,
you can't return it inside
without a permission from another part.
I wish, I wish, make my wish true.
I'm so bored, alone and a fool.
It can't be true. It's a lie.
The mirrors don't talk. They don't blink...
Don't they...?
You never stopped to think,
when you pulled out a thought
from your own reflexion
- it really feels like a dream.
Doesn't it...?
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all...
December, no gravity
Please don't call the Devil, the Devil's in me,
I'm his glittering Hell,
and he doesn't answer my calls, anymore.
Please don't call the God, I don't want to know,
I don't want to hear his voice,
his voice is all over me,
who you are, what I am.
Everything stopped; the air, the planet is slowing, the gravity...
Everything; time is dropping pace,
like the temperature, the curvature,
all the lakes are the perfect reflection of the terror.
The darkness pulls me up, the sky,
his voice is all over me,
burning the dust, the rust
- but there is no stopping, free will, no gravity....
December, I know, when it's over, I'll burn,
in its ice,
because I have no center, everything stops.
I'm the pearly angel, my wings shine high and wide
in an ocean of time,
shine like a pearly line of the burning jewels.
But, it cuts my chest cold,
from the inside out,
and there is a solar flare with my name,
and I am a diamond mountain on its way.
No gravity...
I'm his glittering Hell,
and he doesn't answer my calls, anymore.
Please don't call the God, I don't want to know,
I don't want to hear his voice,
his voice is all over me,
who you are, what I am.
Everything stopped; the air, the planet is slowing, the gravity...
Everything; time is dropping pace,
like the temperature, the curvature,
all the lakes are the perfect reflection of the terror.
The darkness pulls me up, the sky,
his voice is all over me,
burning the dust, the rust
- but there is no stopping, free will, no gravity....
December, I know, when it's over, I'll burn,
in its ice,
because I have no center, everything stops.
I'm the pearly angel, my wings shine high and wide
in an ocean of time,
shine like a pearly line of the burning jewels.
But, it cuts my chest cold,
from the inside out,
and there is a solar flare with my name,
and I am a diamond mountain on its way.
No gravity...
Bloody Sally
Treason is a murder that kills not a body
but a heart, and when your friend
pulls the trigger, there is no way back.
What you have done, for no reason,
all in my name, a blame,
you made a monster
without me knowing it.
But you have lied, nothing of that is real.
I am not coming for your love,
I never wanted it but it took your soul.
That's why you're haunted by me,
you will never let go.
You've lied. Destroyed
everything in madness, it was never me.
How could I be?
You have blackened it.
You wanted to kill it, all my
quantum realities, possibilities,
just to build your cripple little fantasy.
but a heart, and when your friend
pulls the trigger, there is no way back.
What you have done, for no reason,
all in my name, a blame,
you made a monster
without me knowing it.
But you have lied, nothing of that is real.
I am not coming for your love,
I never wanted it but it took your soul.
That's why you're haunted by me,
you will never let go.
You've lied. Destroyed
everything in madness, it was never me.
How could I be?
You have blackened it.
You wanted to kill it, all my
quantum realities, possibilities,
just to build your cripple little fantasy.
Regal Majestic
I can take the ugly truth in your press,
shut down like a car tire,
if you let go, I will take it on my shoulders like a bag
and drag it away.
Nobody will see it and I'll unify the truth to doom,
so nobody else ever can.
When a maniac punched my brains out
I've fought off the floor, put him in chair to win broken,
got into cab, drugged, found guts to come around
to the man who took it, to steal back my fate.
The tragedy went on while I crawled
under the shouts and strewn wons in quiet
gliding over razor broken glass at knees
covering my face in a mask while I ran.
With that face I could get only one job,
that semblance I had impressed even a lager waitress.
I walked out with the cash to pay the ceremony
in the church of nothing bribing a cloth of the shame.
I paid that unspoken trash with the money of the filth,
hanged the truth on a hook in a remote abattoir,
pulled water to wash blood of my face
and to silent the words that are meant only for you.
Nobody heard it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I took the ugly truth in your press
shut down like a car tire
I took it on my shoulders like a bag
and dragged it away.
Nobody saw it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I can take it,
and now nobody will ever can.
That man never found me, in despair his bride flew, away,
a waitress was a man and a maniac is still there,
here in my head, makes the planet stop.
Sky blue serenity, that turquoise peace
between two of his screams.
Violet magical abstract, regal,
majestic heavens that saves
my life from this madness.
I took the ugly truth in your press
shut down like a car tire
I took it on my shoulders like a bag
and dragged it away.
Nobody saw it and I unified the truth to doom
so nobody else ever can.
I can take it,
and now nobody will ever can.
Twist
It's so easy to be a monster,
they are all stupid,
just saying it isn't interesting enough,
so why do you twist under my tin table love?
Have you met a girl plucking flowers
on the meadow in the Woods.
Hey Mr Wolf, it's your little Riding Hood
she gives a stroke over teh bow for free, with her
full basket of the cakes and knives, daily
filling your moma's cupboard ( bitch!)
filling up the sugar and spice,
when you are not there,
when you don't watch.
Hey Mr Wolf, observe and learn your own act
don't let the monsters in playing,
tide is up and the Moon is out.
This disclosure is an art, love that imitates the life
rides my powers.
Don't talk to the strangers, they are all my friends.
They will have the cookies, they make you eat them, they kill you.
Do the twist Mr Wolf, do the twist, woof, woof...
I'm nothing and nobody, but I want a sack full of the power
and I don't give a damn.
Aim
buried deep under my fail.
I sunk only deeper and under my graves
I've found you caged in the ivories;
you've raised all my deaths again.
Out of the shape both humans and demons
all fear of the angels diving down in agony.
There's no point of living the life with no aim.
This shrine is not built for me,
let me out of your temple to fight.
Aim for the agony, break diving down,
the humans and demons will welcome you
in their transgressional embrace.
Armed and aim, dive down with your crown,
don't worry, safe meet the ground.
Your shrine is not men made
I saw, I found you caged in the ivories;
you have been there before everything,
so you know it's not even built for me,
let me out of your temple to fight.
Pay in Blood
Till I sleep on this grave
nobody will dance on it.
Some things money can't buy,
no fame, nor glory to bribe.
On this place I want silence
to drown in my rage and anger.
I paid in blood my misery,
people are things that can be sold
but a hearth even broken can't be bought.
Some pains are terror never forgotten
so I push guilt to marble until it breaks.
From my hands I am paying in blood and
while I live nobody's going to dance on it,
till I sleep on this grave
on this place I want silence.
nobody will dance on it.
Some things money can't buy,
no fame, nor glory to bribe.
On this place I want silence
to drown in my rage and anger.
I paid in blood my misery,
people are things that can be sold
but a hearth even broken can't be bought.
Some pains are terror never forgotten
so I push guilt to marble until it breaks.
From my hands I am paying in blood and
while I live nobody's going to dance on it,
till I sleep on this grave
on this place I want silence.
Hypnos
No sleep will close our mind because we’re the light,
No God of Dream can win the ultimate one, in me,
today, we’ll look at you done with my red empty eyes;
with other beasts you gonna save this earthly ash,
just to save your soul from the other deeds.
We’ll rather kill me dead than let you lift yourself;
I would rather die than help exalt your deamons,
justify so many deaths, no love for the innocence.
Hollow cry, for better life put the wings on the cross;
I’m his core, he won’t let the monsters on the river,
ears deaf for your prayers; I’m letting this house fall.
I look down at you trying to lock me in, in this grave of a body,
in this rotten box of hypnos,
for love, for life, for gold, for silver -
just imagine what I can…
rather pray to a wall because wall will stay standing,
no-no-no, he won’t let you win the will.
I will let go my life climbing staircase, this grave of a body,
this rotten box of hypnos,
for love, for life, for gold, for silver -
just imagine what I can…
no angel will stand up to fight against your fear or anger,
no-no-no, you can’t win the will.
