Saturday 25 June 2011

Separation Of Brother And Sister

In the protecting arms of lie
A hidden danger never hurts
What good to know of dying worlds
When you can hold your favourite light?
And who’s to blame for happiness?
And why should someone stop the flow?
The time is never growing old
But chances die by fortune’s hand

The burning heat is glowing white
The shadow of their love is strong
He hides behind her perfect forms
She hides him from the people’s sight
Is there another world than yours
When the desired wish is met?
Do you remember how you felt
When you were running from the cold?

What little difference does is make
If you go on with your delight?
Why do you always have to fight
For what is only yours to take?
You don’t do anything to them
And so by this you hurt them more
And you would like to hide the core
But this is what they want to share

Don’t count on your resistance now
The heart of love burns even more
Don’t try to start or stop this war
It’s gonna bring you down somehow
And how can you explain to them
They have to stop this perfect dream?
A danger that cannot be split
Without paying the price of death

Tuesday 14 June 2011

Playing Chess With Einstein

This table looks so weird.
It’s shaped like a cross.
And they’ll crucify me,
Almost naked,
More than twenty eyes looking at me,
Studying my curious behavior.
‘All these people are going to see me naked in a while.’
That passed through my head.
I never thought of public exposure before.
I think it must be funny to lay on that table with this in mind,
But who gives a dime about the wires they’ll put in me,
About all the instruments they’ll use on me,
About the Guinea Pig I’ll be for them,
Or about the possibility of never waking up again,
When they’ll see me naked in a state like this?
‘All these people are going to see me naked in a while.’
I thought again and I let myself crucified.

She told me:
‘Don’t be nervous and don’t be afraid.’
‘I’m not at all’, I honestly replied,
But I must have said that only in my mind,
Because she said the same thing to me again.
And I started to think about the consequences only then.
And maybe I was a little afraid and a little nervous,
But I’ve been one of the bravest persons facing them.
I’ve seen two people die in this past two months,
But I’ve came here with open heart.
Is this meaningless to them?
“Why are they all moving around?
And why is everything so quiet now?
And where’s the one that’s going to…’
And everything went blind, deaf and tasteless.

I opened up my eyes.
I was in a facility where people are kept tied.
And I was plugged into machines,
Feeling how they drain me of my life.
And everything was blurry,
And I was so confused.
What happened all this time and why am I abused?
I closed my eyes.

I opened them again
And I was flying with my bed!
I was levitating,
But the wires kept me anchored to the ground.
And only now I noticed that I was on a hill,
And grass was dancing in the wind.
The other beds where firmly grounded,
But I was moving side to side,
Frenetic as the ideas forming in my mind.
‘Am I inside a dream?’
I closed my eyes again.

Should I open them once more?
I feel much safer in the dark.
I don’t see wires,
I am not flying,
And I’m not tied.
Who knows what else I’ll see,
If I have the guts to leave,
To open up my eyes,
And close the black behind?
But what’s to do?
I won’t live in this state,
There’s nothing here to lock unto.
I’ll open them again.

Monkeys were dancing everywhere.
Black.
Sleeping on the bottom of the sea.
Black.
Alien creatures pointing their eyes at me.
Black.
Running from a dinosaur.
Black.
Mirrors making me look different.
Black.
People wearing crazy masks.
Black.
Counting all the insects living in the world.
Black.
Dancing with a lady dressed in white.
Black.
Chased by a group of children with big eyes.
Black.

‘Will this ever stop?
I am hungry with curiosity.
What will be next?
I have to see!’

So I opened my eyes again.
He was playing with his moustache.
‘You’re next’, he said.
My rook was there,
My queen was there,
My bishop was there,
And even a knight.
All protecting my king.
And he had only a few pawns.
All scattered everywhere by low morale.
His king is going to fall!
This is his fate!
I moved my rook to close with style
And I caught Einstein in a mate.

But I was tired after this,
So I fell asleep again.

When I awoke, an angel was sitting near my bed.
All dressed in light, his halo sending warmth to me.
‘What is the time?’ I asked.
‘Is night outside?
What is this wire that runs into my nose?
Did they put drugs in me?
Can you paint me in this state?
How much time was I asleep?
What happened to the old man that was lying next to me?’
‘Well, he is dead…’

Monday 13 June 2011

One For Another

Before the altar was the source
Of everything capsized and lost
Hidden behind an altered form
Showing his back and nothing more

Near the entrance stood the hope
Not looking to express his thoughts
Not searching for the better words
Just studying the blackest fur

And in between, the stench of war
Was boiling up above the floor
The tension of a coming brawl
Was echoing amidst the walls

There was a silent dialogue
A moment for a dismal song
As gloomy as the river long
The time itself was put on hold

And then the sand began to fall
The silent hourglass was turned
And every grain of sand controlled
The echo of a closing source

And then the sand began to fall
The silent hourglass was turned
And every grain of sand controlled
The echo of a dying hope

Saturday 11 June 2011

The Astronomer’s Theory, Part Three: What Must Be Done?

I could’ve stop the evil architecture
From nesting everything in its wrong place
It was my legacy to keep the stars unbind
One simple task for one man’s fate

And now I stand ashamed before my gods
But there is still a chance for this to end
We have to separate the moon from sun
And cleanse the werewolf as a threat

One word depicts the situation best
Each one of us might have to sacrifice
The sun, the moon, their secret love
Your unmarked youth, my place, my life

What better place to start than the beginning?
What life to take than that of an unlawful one?
What better catalyst could I induce to you
Than thinking that tomorrow may still come?

Sunday 5 June 2011

The Astronomer’s Theory, Part Two: Strings In Stories Of The Old

There is a cave he calls his home
Where he is sleeping all night long
He gathers strength for one more day
In which to search the world for her
He never leaves the cave at night
Nothing can part him from his rest
There is devotion in his heart
And he could never lose his head

The werewolf found the ancient tales
And turned his interest to them
He might have found a string to use
In his advantage and our end
He found the cave but he could not
Drew the attention of the sun
He tried in many ways but none
Drew the attention of the sun

Eventually he found a way
He brought a rooster and a tree
He placed the rooster near the cave
And made him do his job and sing
And in the tree he hanged some things
A mirror somewhere at its half
And he used marbles as a lure
He put them right there at the top

And so the sun got up prepared
To start another day with light
He saw the stars, he saw the moon
But he was weakened by the night
He started to climb up the tree
Higher with every branch he reached
Those marbles were attracting him
They were like stars and one may think
The tree is taller than the sky
And he could climb up to the moon
So he did travelled through the leaves
Hopping to reach his darling soon

He saw the mirror and his face
He thought he is another god
But still continued on his way
To reach the marbles at the top

He got there and he felt destroyed
Someone was playing with his heart
He felt ashamed and got back down
Where someone stood near the trunk

That’s how he found the game that god
Was playing with him and the moon
And tricked to think the one he saw
Was promised to her as a groom

The werewolf told that he could help
The sun had just to sit and wait
Continuing with his routine
The sun had just to sit and wait

He needed them to reunite
When he was shining on the sky
That’s why he made the sun to wait
For forty nine long days and nights

And then he tricked the moon to rest
And gather forces for that day
When she would climb up on the sky
And take her long awaited place

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