As my words create new valleys and springs across the everlasting horizon where my path leads me, I find a resurrection of something ancient and forgotten inside of myself… the kinds of sensations that resemble a pain throughout all your teeth and around your tongue. A sensation of being complete at last and capable to go anywhere here on.
While this faithful spark contemplates the lack of attention awarded to questions of the mind that arouse in the likeliest of places, even if considered special by symbolists, I come to realize that all the voices have not been heard because there was no way to integrate them across and infinite p
By discarding my need for understanding the mechanism behind this world
I managed in finding where i've been this whole time
And open my eyes a little wider
Though they've never been open in the first place
Therefore, as i suspected long ago
The things that really matter,
and the emotions that i convert against the challanges that await me
Are the few things in this world i cannot comprehend
The place i was lost inside is now called home
Because of the fact that my mind cannot
Grasp the concept of evershining great fields
Of gray clock-pieces
Merged together by the powers at work in this
World.
I hereby declare my ration irrele
She showed me a world beyond ambition and career,
She gave my life a meaning, a balance
and it was my honor to love her for the short time she was with me
and if i were young again
and i met her for the first time
even knowing our fate
I would do it all over again
I know you denied yourself the experience
because you must think it would inevitably end in pain
and loneliness
But
That is Love
Absent minded, betrayed by thoughts, scarred
I feel a void growing in me, dark and empty
The void is anger, lust, disbelief, incertitude, hunger, desire
I surf through points of view, keeping my distance from these great waves because
of fear of change
I try to shield myself and somehow banish the voices that linger inside my tears.
What good is a shield in a world where nor light, nor death, nor Lucifer's wrath
could aid me?
Useless
As I hold on to the walls moving toward sanctuary, I see THEM. The walls made out
of men, women, children. I hear their screams as the wall moves and theyr skulls break, bones crumble eyes vanish.
I l
Contained Yes, thats the word. Metal Thats the other word.
Its night, a long vast wasteland, no grass, no trees, not a scent of water.
A metal container between two rocks with just one window
the windows position is to west and if you look through it you
can see absolutely nothing no door, thats where you got me trapped
This time
It starts to rain I see my face in the window, my face is covered with
rains tears, the noise of water burning through the cold metal rages a
sound like the grinding of teeth. I hear the waters battle cry
bit
Do you believe in hell?
Do you believe in the things you feel?
Do you believe in the things you see or hear?
Do you want to know?
Do you want to know me?
I didn't believe in hell ... not until i found myself right in the middle of it, here
Where am I ? My eyes cannot see , and my ears cannot hear.
Would you give me a crystal for my eyes to see? Would you give me a hammer to smite something so I could hear?
But wait ... I can feel ... I feel it's not dark , I feel sound all around me,
I feel a volcano erupting , I feel a forest dying,
I feel a fading sound and a rotting corpse.
What could i have done ? How did i get h
Who made the world like this?
They did.
Why did They make it like this? Why is the world like this?
Because they don't want sad geniuses , they want happy retards.
Why do plans never go right?
Because you're not in your world , you're in this world.
Why does she love me?
Why do you love her.
I just do.
...
Why am i alive?
Because you wished to.
Why am i not happy?
Because you got everything you wished for.
What did i wish for?
Everything you are.
Why did i wish to be alive?
Because you weren't happy.
Where is happyness?
Here.
Who are you?
Truth.
Why am i not happy?
Choice... Knowledge or Happyness. You already made that
As my words create new valleys and springs across the everlasting horizon where my path leads me, I find a resurrection of something ancient and forgotten inside of myself… the kinds of sensations that resemble a pain throughout all your teeth and around your tongue. A sensation of being complete at last and capable to go anywhere here on.
While this faithful spark contemplates the lack of attention awarded to questions of the mind that arouse in the likeliest of places, even if considered special by symbolists, I come to realize that all the voices have not been heard because there was no way to integrate them across and infinite p
By discarding my need for understanding the mechanism behind this world
I managed in finding where i've been this whole time
And open my eyes a little wider
Though they've never been open in the first place
Therefore, as i suspected long ago
The things that really matter,
and the emotions that i convert against the challanges that await me
Are the few things in this world i cannot comprehend
The place i was lost inside is now called home
Because of the fact that my mind cannot
Grasp the concept of evershining great fields
Of gray clock-pieces
Merged together by the powers at work in this
World.
I hereby declare my ration irrele
She showed me a world beyond ambition and career,
She gave my life a meaning, a balance
and it was my honor to love her for the short time she was with me
and if i were young again
and i met her for the first time
even knowing our fate
I would do it all over again
I know you denied yourself the experience
because you must think it would inevitably end in pain
and loneliness
But
That is Love
Absent minded, betrayed by thoughts, scarred
I feel a void growing in me, dark and empty
The void is anger, lust, disbelief, incertitude, hunger, desire
I surf through points of view, keeping my distance from these great waves because
of fear of change
I try to shield myself and somehow banish the voices that linger inside my tears.
What good is a shield in a world where nor light, nor death, nor Lucifer's wrath
could aid me?
Useless
As I hold on to the walls moving toward sanctuary, I see THEM. The walls made out
of men, women, children. I hear their screams as the wall moves and theyr skulls break, bones crumble eyes vanish.
I l
Contained Yes, thats the word. Metal Thats the other word.
Its night, a long vast wasteland, no grass, no trees, not a scent of water.
A metal container between two rocks with just one window
the windows position is to west and if you look through it you
can see absolutely nothing no door, thats where you got me trapped
This time
It starts to rain I see my face in the window, my face is covered with
rains tears, the noise of water burning through the cold metal rages a
sound like the grinding of teeth. I hear the waters battle cry
bit
Do you believe in hell?
Do you believe in the things you feel?
Do you believe in the things you see or hear?
Do you want to know?
Do you want to know me?
I didn't believe in hell ... not until i found myself right in the middle of it, here
Where am I ? My eyes cannot see , and my ears cannot hear.
Would you give me a crystal for my eyes to see? Would you give me a hammer to smite something so I could hear?
But wait ... I can feel ... I feel it's not dark , I feel sound all around me,
I feel a volcano erupting , I feel a forest dying,
I feel a fading sound and a rotting corpse.
What could i have done ? How did i get h
I have heard recently that great artists live inside their own personal worlds in which there is still a lot of hope and wonder left. I tend to think that it's not only the great artists that do this. I believe that everyone does this. However, in order to keep this world going, everyone must sacrifice parts of their personal worlds, just a little more each day. That being said I will return to my tasks and I am sure we will talk again.
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now
We can do what we like anywhere
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine
Bine ati venit in sesiune!
Who hears the voices calling - who calls to rise above them?
Who rises when they've fallen, taking an oath for the trouble they're causing.
Who reaches out for knowing, who knows when they've been chosen?
Who chooses not to burden the path of the brother with light before him.
Saviour...
Who lives a life of slumber, who sleeps upon the water?
Who's water drowns the others, taking an oath for the trouble they're causing.
Who asks a simple question, who knows when who's forgiven?
Who chooses whose redemption?