No Evil

April 18, 2009 at 12:57 (Songs) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

In the dark far from light,
There was a man who was so evil,
He could bite and tear the night,
His eyes were cold and made of evil.

Trough the dark he made his path,
So long ago his soul turned evil,
From the light he ran in fear,
So far away he could not hear.

They were bright and he was dark,
He was alone and kept in seal,
While inside he thought and learned,
He took his chance and signed with evil.

Time past and he came back,
Was it revenge or just pure evil,
He destroyed and burned them all,
The man felt good, but nothing more.

From the darkness she rose up,
Bright as light, and had no evil,
She got close and took his tears,
She said a word, and no more evil.

From that night they disappeared,
Two bright stars now appeared,
Hear me now and teach the others,
Darkness runs in fear, when love is real!

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You and Me

April 3, 2009 at 10:53 (Songs) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Your eyes are scanning me,
Your hands are touching me,
Your smell is filling me,
You live inside of me!

I dare to think of you,
You think of having me,
We had this log before,
The things that we adore,

Do you get joy me?
Sitting on your knee,
And thinking how to flee,
To place you cannot see,

But that’s not the real me,
There is no such thing as fear,
That keeps so surreal,
I can feel, it’s real!

Your heat is burning me,
Your lust is stunning me,
Your nails are scratching me,
You are all over me!

Can you beg for it?
You cannot run from it,
You can admit you did,
The things that I forbid!

Now go inside my bed,
And make sure I stand,
I beg you take my friend,
And make him beg for it!

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Walking in Heaven

March 25, 2009 at 23:49 (Songs) (, , , , , , )

One blue night I fall asleep,
I got a flight without a ticket,
I woke up in a place of hopes and dreams,

I am walking in heaven,
I am going to meet my dream
But do I really need the things I meet?

I think I saw the ghost of grandpa,
He was kind and and he showed me the way,
We reached a field full of grain, and he disappeared,

I walked across the field, I saw a small peaceful house,
I opened the door, and I saw the reason of my flight,
And I thought to my self, living a dream, is better then dreaming,

I am walking in heaven,
I am going to meet my dream,
But do I really need the things I meet?

A short while after, I came down from heaven,
And I said to my self, it is a flight that I will never forget,
But I hope that there is no more free tickets left.

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No Time

January 8, 2009 at 02:29 (Songs) (, , , , , , , )

No Time

 

You have no time for anything,
You have no time for sanity,
You just sitting on the floor alone, and talking to your self again, 
You have no time to look around, to search for those happy days,
That time you have lost, is waiting for you, up there, in the air,
Time will fall, from above, from the fair place of finest days,
Don’t stop to think about, the everglades and sunny days,
And never give up, the feeling called love,
Time will show, the things that are in front of you,
But then again, you ask your self, from where you have the time for this.

 

 

Written in a very short period of time, appreciate every glimpse of a second, there is no time left to waste.

 

 


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Blown away

January 5, 2009 at 17:28 (Songs) (, , , , , , , , )

Blown away

Blazing fire is taking over, you crossed the border,
Lighting strikes once, no second chances,
Ordinary things seems so bizarre, but normal to you,
Wonderful and chaotic at the same time, you thinking just fine,
None of the gods can help you, you are blown away.

Across the country you flee, too late to look back,
Wrath is seeking for you, a fear is living inside you,
Any chance of escaping, is rusted and rotten,
You can run as much as you can, but your chance of escaping is blown away.

 

 

 

One of my last songs, I had this strange feeling that I have to write something, my mind was thinking that way, I was in fact blown away by my love.

 

In order to be “blown” away, you have to do something very odd, or very bad, you have to cross the borders, after you did that, you have no choice but to accept the results of your actions.

After you have realized what you have done, you begin to run, to go “away”, but as it always happens, its probably too late to flee, and the only thing that is left to do, is to accept the consequences.

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