Живеем в неглижирано време където всичко е далеч от слънчевите лъчи на съзнанието. Разумът е сложно отделение , лабиринт в който потопяваш ръцете си и цялата си енергия , фокусът който те поддържа буден.
Да търсиш онова което ти прилича на твоето , на собствено щастие , което идва от теб , не от други фактори или лица. Да оставиш времето да лети сякаш досега е замръзнало , затворено в хладилник на вечността .
И още се питам , за какво ни е нужно да неглижираме малките жестове , хубавите галещи ни зад ушите думи , които дори оставят следи във вятъра и сякаш шептят като ехо ,
лицата с тези топлещи усмивки , сякаш светът има друг лик , друг необичаен вид красота. Защо?
Защото можем , защото се крием от истинския смисъл на живота. И един ден той ще ни намери скитащи в някой ъгъл на уличката.
Има нещо специфично в това да изразиш емоция в изказване.
Звучи по-поетично , по-вълнуващо , защото знаеш че някой ден хората ще преследват думите ти за да открият мотивацията отново.
"The truth sure can taste very sweet sometimes,but it can be very salty,that's why we love to lie."
Waves crash me in your inner self,
Helpless, finding your angles,
your voice doesn't have a tune,
deeper than ocean blue,
your desperation hides under
waves of separation, compassion.
-t.f.s.
“But you have to manage that , you have to learn how to be alive after dying again and again. The art of recovery is to want to be alive after plenty of deaths.”
-t.f.s.
Singing Nightmare.
nightmare is a singer
singing in the dark as
there is a following cry
in the corner of my own.
sirens appear as
hallucinations of deep fear,
crying is not gonna save us,
trap is going to break us,
no one is here to take us.
the fear we are waiting for
is near...
so closer,i can feel the cold air
making goosebumps on my skin,
telling me to prepare
no time for deadly stories,
fear soon is coming,
screams aren't helping
they only break the ceiling
wishes in this planet
don't come true,
death is all for you,
all for you,
don't waste it
don't taste it,
don't regret it,
hear it...nightmare comes,
it comes for you to
sing you a song.
May Lord Apollon reach you even in the darkest of times, and help guide you back to his sunlight
MYSTIC LAND- UNIVERSE'S EYE.
somewhere where the world is not boundless,
where the universe is a mystic land,
someone's presence knows every thread of it,
observes every movement of human existence,
and clings to its essence slowly,imperceptibly
with one goal-to take place and destroy its target.
eyes of rage and deep fear watch the Earth in its perfection.
Nibiru is disappearing,
the era of darkness is near,
new evil forces are waking up and circling
the galaxies to take what's theirs.
it's disguisting influence swallows and eats away
at the dark circle of eternity,drinking life to the
last drop.
the soaring shapeless body coming from
the heavens makes it's vengeful dance,
closes the space and regains its power
over the planet..
..and it will be back for more,
hiding behind Saturn's ring,
wrapping around every planet,
life time is running out fast,
the sun is fading,
everyone is dying.
-t.f.s.
My mind is a house with closed curtains. My heart is a wound with opened wide mouth. I used to hear the music, used to feel it loud. But everything is blurry, i can't stand it. Imagination is dark and it has a place for a love killer. Voices used to be soul's favourite and now they are the unknown in the desert... Searching is travel but there is no light if the house isn't opened.