Sometimes there exist leafs that fall not to the ground, subject to gravity and earthy bounds, no matter how hard and strong the wind may blow; so do moments, people and facts exist that cannot be forgotten, although to forget is a part of the natural course of life. All that matters in life fully, truthfully and painfully is love.

Finding a place of solitude

....The sunset slowly igniting the sky in fiery shades of red and orange.

In the distance, dark clouds rolled oven in the horizon, riding the summer winds.

Soon day will give way to the night, and with it will come the silence that washes away everything...

Dream Box

I put my dreams in a box,

Along with secrets and desires

With poems and tears, and scribbled train tickets to heaven

and hid them away, far from the blaze of your eyes

Underneath the chapel of the cathedral of life

in soil, where white roses grow

and music echoes heavenly choirs rejoices.

Will they be safe from the world?

To whom, to whom?

On the lip of my glas
Have thine lips strained…
Call I shall the norns
To bringeth me luck.

Holy glass,
carrieth me in thought and dreams…

How many glasses, hid have I in the cupboards of my soul
Bearing so many dried-up kisses?
To whom, to whom should I bow
To bringeth me back
True love?

Lunacy

.Everybody needs a little lunacy. It’s what frees you from this world. It’s a wild "man" inside you. If, just for a moment, the world would stop, then you’d blink and in that glimpse you would see there’s a whole world within you, your imagination…

Marea ruginita de timp

sub cearcanele norilor

s-a invelit in somn, ca intr-o blana de urs,

Si in acest somn, a ingropat

vorbele talmacite de

"h"armoniile

sirenelor...

Fragil, facut parca din foita de aur, cerul se intindea in straturi subtiri peste oras, iar cu venirea muzei mele, noaptea, am tacut pentr-un moment, ca sa ascult cantecul duhurilor, cand freamata ca libelulele.

Psalm 23

The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.


Unfortunately we always turn to GOD when there is no more hope, and we hit rock bottom...well I never thought that I would ever see this part of me...and I haven't in a very long time, but it seems that I just cant stay happy when I turn the "available" button...
I simply ruin everything and ... and everyone that I love, and in the end they all hate me in their own way even if they don't say it ...
at this point I really hate my all "dazzling and enticing" musician life...because I simply make sacrifices after sacrifices and in the end, as I found the hard way, there's no one there to share my hopes, love and not last my achievements.
I never thought that i would fall in love after all the failures that I have had in this department (and there have been quite a few...or more) but this last one had...the thing, the spark, that all lovely chemistry...and I singlehandedly managed to kill it, and drag other along with it ... and last night I just wished I could just die (and the worse part is that this time I really meant it)

When we allow God our shepherd to guide us, we have contentment. When we choose to sin, however, we go our own way and cannot blame God for the environment we create for ourselves (but we surely try to). Our shepherd knows the "green pastures" and "quiet waters" that will restore us. We will reach these places only by following him obediently. Rebelling against the shepherd's leading is actually rebelling against our own best interests. We must remember this the next time we re tempted to go our own way rather than the shepherd's way.

Death casts a frightening shadow over us because we are entirely helpless in its presence. We can struggle with other enemies -- pain, suffering, disease, injury, love -- but strength and courage cannot overcome death. It has the final word. Only one person can walk with us through death's dark valley and bring us safely to the other side -- the God of life, our shepherd. Because life is uncertain, we should follow this shepherd who offers us eternal comfort.

" and the single reason I'm writing this here is because no one actually reads this stuff, and even if they did I couldn't care less "

A tender darkness
In which thy soul in loneliness with mine
can death in glimmering darkness meet,
and needing not to look
setting the sun from our eyes , we can see…

Let me light from your darkness
In fierce light,
Teach me to burn darkly,
Mold from your wings’ shape
My flame
And purge it of any colour.

I’ve anchored my heart in the rainbow ripples of a puddle
dripping from the soft sky of this eternal blaring silance,
and sunk myself into the coffee of your eyes
and ran down the dim lit paths of your hair…
and strayed through the city of your soul,
I stall to rest in the sketch of your lips, to breathe their shades…

Special dedication to my L...