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Beethoven Moonlight Sonata

In calm dark waters, beast lurks silently, staling and waiting.
Looking at your reflection – you won’t see transition,
in fact when you see it, it will be too late.
Human features shifting and twisting.
Teeth become claws, skin – scales,
and your eyes blacken, now you know.

Transition so fast it just took a blink of an eye,
and you are consumed.
Digested in bowls of the beast, loosing your self until letting it all go.
Forgetting, changing as corrosive fluids melt your skin off.
Take memories away and no longer you are you, just blood thirsty shell,
with hearth of stone, liquid and hot insides.
Creating gravity to draw new unsuspecting victim to its premature grave,
in calm dark waters.

Thank you.

Nothing creative

Music always made me feel creative,it inspires me to do stuff… write about things.
My ear drums vibrate gently from voices and sounds of human desperation hidden in cluster of emotional and physical performance.
My brain lights up, as my neurons send information to one another of peace and pain, happiness and sadness, i become aware of myself and everything that quietly breath behind my back.

White becomes grey, paper gets moist it rains tonight. My eyes are closed i don’t really see as clear, it was bad idea to write on my balcony in the first place. Sun peeks from behind the clouds, even rain drops slow down, appreciate the moment, catch last sunlight, make slow sweet love with your own life.
Only the tallest grass peeks out from flooded fields beneath my balcony, dark dangerous waters inhabit thous flooded fields. They seem dead until slow rain drop kisses the surface, sets all in motion. One wave becomes two, and two four as eventually everything is exploding. Dark waters move from slowest rain i ever seen, makes it forget let it guard down, and now everything what is above sees the bottom of thous damned flooded fields.
Burst of laughter leaves me startled, who can inhabit this secluded place. Dressed in dark, bear footed smiling brighter that my lover sun, dark haired and bright eyed on her back like water strider slowly moving on the surface of thous now loving clear waters.
If i could i would not stair, but i am to weak and she is just to beautiful, stepping from balcony was not so hard as i don’t really feel fear of heights. But water hurts me, makes me uncomfortable, makes my long for fire. Only natural to be dry and warm, and i am son of mars it is natural indeed.
“Please take my hand” i whisper gently, she smiles back with this expression on her face like she was just looking for an answer ” my hands are itchy from thous flooded fields” she understood while laughing from my blunt response. She grabs my hands…
I don’t really live in this world but we can all relive it over and over again while it is encrusted into memory of the web.

Broadway Tower

Song, blade and fire 4

Skinny and twisted by his old age, sitting on the oldest bench in the cyti near the house build by his father. Bald old man, with still few bits and strips off grey hair hanging on both sides just over his ears. His mouth is one horrendous sight,  yellowed and broken teeth, some of them rotting inside his mouth for years, soon hi will even lose thous few which are still hanging in that heal hole, as it seems they had to evacuate with others, long time ego. Even bravest men could not stand of looking into old mans mouth as he trays to pass on knowledge of old, still his words seem to sound rather pleasant as his soft and calm voice tells everything you need to know about kingdoms around us, wars and gods.
“What it is like to live in dead lands” old man spits thous words out like there is no tomorrow, irritated he continues ” we tough our children of wisdom and peace, and now you all follow her into flames, like an idiots, and like idiots you all will burn…!” probably outburst of words and emotion hurt old mans heart, streets welcomed sound of him coughing  and grasping for air as one of his granddaughters took him under his arm and lead old man back inside…
“Enough of fresh air for today, grandpa” young girls voice seems to calm old man as everything what was needed to say was seed already, hi steps into the house, followed by his sweet granddaughter and couple of heavy armed men. His yelling has attracted some unwonted attention.
“People are scared, my lady” one eyed man whispers thous words as quite as possible, still for Fiamma to hear.
” People are always scared, of wars, famine…” she pauses as they both pass old mans house, and then continues ” Fear is just another disease, and everyone are affected”.
There is not much to be seed about this two foreigners, as they seem to blend in completely in to the crowd  in central squire of Red keep.  Fire festival continues, and Hana bolt out from the crowd knocking one eye man on his ass.
” Watch your self, my dear knight, as that boy almost killed you”  with smile on her face she watches him brush off dust.
” Had i more time, i would…” you can hear anger in his voice, it flows like fire through his all body “My lady, i fear i can’t hold my anger back” all read but still with fear in his eyes hi watches Fiamma turn around and slowly walk towards bone fire ” but my lady…? “.
” But what ? ” she spins around, and dashes towards knight ” As i seed, breath… and don’t think about it… in few minutes i will save as all from fear…” and she would continue, but knight interrupted her ” And my anger will be gone as well” hi glances with his one green eye in to hers.
” Yes my knight, your anger as well, i will heal as all”
Everyone knew already who she was, as her purple cape reveals it all, even grand fire priest steps back from his usual position on festival ground to make room for her to pass, everyone gather around.  In the crowd you can hear different curse words a being seed ” She’s a witch” some one from the back yells, another one ” She works with all that is evil” and spits on the ground… crowd is being filed up with hate, but still no one trays to stop her, and she observe everything with that smile she always had on her.
Her purple silk cape, slides gently from her solders, reviling women of royal beauty. Rich dark hair, green eyes, lips which you could kiss for hours and so red it seemed unreal. Skin welcomed setting sun, and you can see how smooth and fragile it is. Dress which reviled more that accustom but still not too much, as it tightly draw her figure most men could not take eyes from her breast what to say about her in general, as everyone stares at her with hungry looks and envy smiles shes yells out ” What you will seen now, forever will cure you, and now fear will linger behind you”. So you don’t see  savior of all living every day , and this was one of the best looking ones.  Knight stays back in the crowd and she steps closer to roaring fires, and now everyone breathless, observing what will come next.
She turns graciously and looks deep into the fire, people with they eyes follow her little steps towards it. With out any hesitation or ill though she falls into pulsing fires of festival. For a moment it seemed everything is fine, but then twisted with pain and fear voice spits out from fire ” Why you left me my lord..!” the is no way to describe frustration it her tone, as her long black hair burned first burning her face, her lips crack as her skin was trying to peal of her face, her dress caught on fire easy and burned in blink of an eye reviling her breast for fire to touch and play around them, and when her last breath burned out from her lungs old man yelled out ” Witch burns, and we all will burn with her now”

Ships are not so boring when u think about it.

Don’t you hate it?
But really it sucks so much… after few more years i wont remember my childhood at all.
And it sucks even more when you learn about memory ink, and how it dries out with each use and memory just fades away; and memory valiantly has been striped away until just few bits and peaces are left to still warm your heart. There are moments in life of course, you will never forget.

One off my favorite thing in life, of course beside pissing off people is memory collection, no matter how well our brains developed over time i still trust our material world more, to pass on my memories for save keeping. Call thous items how you want but it seems that i will put my money on anchors, so sometimes when i am alone, feeling melancholic or just irritated  by my dull surroundings, i fall to the bottom of my ocean. With out any hesitation after i feel my back has finally touched the surface, i let out my last renaming air- bubble away to the surface, and with hope and determination in my eyes i follow the light from above to spot any shadows from ships above. Afterwards, anchor must be found to get me into the ship,and… so i must release  it from deadly grasp of darkened sand and sail away for a moment in time when i felt something – what i need at the moment, strong or afraid, happy or sad or just at peace.

Anchors for me are in many shapes and forms, words or images, smells or warmth of the sun…
and my world feels up and swells with time, so there and everywhere i can find ships just above my head ready to sail with my command.

Some songs can bring me to the edge, only because off the emotion value they have for me, from few songs i can feel heart squeezing as my soul swells and yells from pain. We humans just love our misery, i am no exaction, as i enjoy feeling that pain as it only tells me of that i am human and i feel.

After each party or gathering with my friends or people i just meat, i always bring back bottle of wine, well wine itself is nothing special but bottle…  ou boy some of the best memories are attached to thing as simple as bottle, and it would wound my deeply to loses them all as now only thing i need, is just to take the wanted bottle into my hand close my eyes and sail… as images rush through my head… i just cant stop smiling and feeling some kinda sadness for thous moments are long times- past.

There are places in this world where by just one simple step i can unlock such riches….

There are smells in the world which immediately after being processed by my brains pope some kinda image into my head…

And of course people, and they are the best anchors. As now i am filed up and getting drunk on my memories, i wont drag it one any more as only i want to say one thing about people: They can bring happiness into your life; smile on your face, but they can hurt you as well, but the worst thing is that i feel sadness for time has past and it never stops, feeling lump down my throat i curse my gods for making me so melancholic, at times like this still i feel happy as my gift made me the way i am with all my humanity i praise the holly melody…
Love word and it will love me back, as there are not even close to enough money in this world to buy some of the moments i have now docked in my endless imagination.

Thank you for reading ;]

Inspiration: almost human way.

 Some times you can find inspiration in most bizarre places. Inspiration for putting next step in this sometimes cold and harsh environment.
 Some times we do what we must – with out any consideration, well this is not such a bag thing, and i am most great full for this. For some people it should  be forbidden to make decisions or at least reason the they they reason.
 Some people who are just so narrow and shallow, they probably some times are shocked them self of the thing they fink off or dream off.
 But aren’t we all some times scared off the thing what happen in our heads…
I know most off us do, aren’t you some times sicken by what your head can make up from boredom? While you are in a bus or a train or just laying your head for a rest, your mind when is not challenged by creative or logical thinking goes rogue.
Flying off to your own wounder land, just under or above you reality which you share with other 7 billion people.
7 billion people, god… it is to much to imagine, and 7 billion different realities, 7 billion different ways to understand world, 7 billion different faces and dreams and even more ambition.
 Amazing and frightening world, beautiful for thous who share ideas, and for thous who take them in and make up they own mind. I do not think there is no god, but i choose not to call him like that, i feel it is to cold of name for powers of nature. Still i believe- God has many faces but i can’t understand all this hate and blood spilled over the ages in the name of one true god, human being.
 Yes it sound absurd – humanity is God him self, we created them only for giving reason for our fears, giving some kinda code for man to live by.  This make seance, does it ?  I am truly great full for people in this world who are not yet blinded by religion but still believe in it, believe in what it stands for.
 I will never be one off them, i am different i am spiritual person. I believe in a sun, wind and earth, in emotion and how it moves us to do some time foolish, some times dangerous things,  but it is part off our nature – and Gaia  heals me, karma sets my foot on the ground, Ra shines above and washes my soul from impurities, Thor strikes in furry when i feel like i am going nuts… and it is all just my imagination.

Inspiration comes from weird  places i am telling you ;]] Retro Shot (LazyLens 20130826 125243 HD)
P.S. My first weak in Uk runs off in wild bust of laughter, and still new view though the window amazes me the most.
Stay happy ;]

Homeless.

Soo homeless person walks up to me and with marble face twisted by envy and pain that life has put on his shoulders, he calmly asks me for directions to a certain place, of course i can’t recall what he was asking… because that what he said next shocked me to the deepest corners of my still young but roten body – ”I am not looking for a place, but for directions to my lost soul, they have stolen it from me”… after that i reaped over and over to my self there is no greater evil than person to himself, but i learned my lesson, i must get lost first so i can find my self, only then homeless dreams can settle in and my journey can’t end without any adventure, that still is waiting for me.