Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
The Unspoken
you say that you don´t love me
your voice says something different
it´s written all over your words
that Love is what binds you to me
you claim to hate my style
yet, it´s what attracts you
your words carry life itself
beautifully sweet as you...
you say that I not worth it
but you beg to speak with me
doing anything to hear my voice
I blossom, because you care !!!
I cherish your sentences
and all you have never said
for in those unspoken words
you tell me the perfect best
1st Aug. 2007.
your voice says something different
it´s written all over your words
that Love is what binds you to me
you claim to hate my style
yet, it´s what attracts you
your words carry life itself
beautifully sweet as you...
you say that I not worth it
but you beg to speak with me
doing anything to hear my voice
I blossom, because you care !!!
I cherish your sentences
and all you have never said
for in those unspoken words
you tell me the perfect best
1st Aug. 2007.
Our Professor....
Oh, what a wonderful sweet day!
He is boring me yet I can´t leave
he takes little stabs at my soul
he is the Professor and I the student
how do I tell him to change his ways
that his pattern is doing me no good
and all that is written on my face
nothing but one word "boredom"
who shall save me from this grip
and set my feet free, to fly
for a rock is tied on my ankles
and its weight grips me like Iron
help! help! I am sinking fast
his voice, is the scream of an Owl
calling the witches out to dine
on their favorite meal of Human Blood
oh... who shall help, I the lost soul
and save my ship from its course
for in sword shall I fall and die
and his name, I think, I call not
for it´s poison to my beautiful heart
and a venom to my good tongue
the gods should not abandon me now
for I have done nothing wrong
to deserve this horrible way of Death!!!
Dedicated to all those students who are dying right now !!!
He is boring me yet I can´t leave
he takes little stabs at my soul
he is the Professor and I the student
how do I tell him to change his ways
that his pattern is doing me no good
and all that is written on my face
nothing but one word "boredom"
who shall save me from this grip
and set my feet free, to fly
for a rock is tied on my ankles
and its weight grips me like Iron
help! help! I am sinking fast
his voice, is the scream of an Owl
calling the witches out to dine
on their favorite meal of Human Blood
oh... who shall help, I the lost soul
and save my ship from its course
for in sword shall I fall and die
and his name, I think, I call not
for it´s poison to my beautiful heart
and a venom to my good tongue
the gods should not abandon me now
for I have done nothing wrong
to deserve this horrible way of Death!!!
Dedicated to all those students who are dying right now !!!
Our Proud Soldiers !!
Oh, when the Saints go marching on
oh, Lord I want to be in the number
so, I heard them sing all the time
we all want to be in that few number
but can we do what the saints did?
that now; they go marching proud
and we stand by and applaud them
cheering them as they victoriously
walk by singing songs of bravery
of how they withheld the battle line
standing strong in the rain and sun
looking not back, holding their grounds
day and night; strugling with the enemies
pushing and pulling, standing with hope
praying softly for their beloved ones
as the weapons of the enemy flew by
and men fall dead everywhere
yet, like wounded lions they fought
and did not stop to rest for anything
forward was the cry, victory was the song
with all their might, they claimed victory
and now they are the celebrated saints
that go marching on to higher grounds
oh, Lord I want to be in the number
so, I heard them sing all the time
we all want to be in that few number
but can we do what the saints did?
that now; they go marching proud
and we stand by and applaud them
cheering them as they victoriously
walk by singing songs of bravery
of how they withheld the battle line
standing strong in the rain and sun
looking not back, holding their grounds
day and night; strugling with the enemies
pushing and pulling, standing with hope
praying softly for their beloved ones
as the weapons of the enemy flew by
and men fall dead everywhere
yet, like wounded lions they fought
and did not stop to rest for anything
forward was the cry, victory was the song
with all their might, they claimed victory
and now they are the celebrated saints
that go marching on to higher grounds
Monday, November 8, 2010
When I see you !!
I see the wonders of the Land
And all the beauty it can give
For the flowers smell of you
And the bees can’t stop humming
Oh what a nice and a pleasant day
So sings the butterfly dazzling
In all it´s colours of radiance life
The flowering and fruit bearing plants
All dance as you gently pass by
Singing sweet songs, pure and true
Taming lions and letting them roar
Soft as the cats fur, strong as rock
Shapeless as water, but rigid as Iron
I see your face in all these things
Smiling, telling me that it´s alright
Even though I hurt badly right now
And the pains of my heart are heavy
Yet, with untold joy i laugh out loud
Because you here, seeing me thro all
And all the beauty it can give
For the flowers smell of you
And the bees can’t stop humming
Oh what a nice and a pleasant day
So sings the butterfly dazzling
In all it´s colours of radiance life
The flowering and fruit bearing plants
All dance as you gently pass by
Singing sweet songs, pure and true
Taming lions and letting them roar
Soft as the cats fur, strong as rock
Shapeless as water, but rigid as Iron
I see your face in all these things
Smiling, telling me that it´s alright
Even though I hurt badly right now
And the pains of my heart are heavy
Yet, with untold joy i laugh out loud
Because you here, seeing me thro all
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Bellagio Club
See how calm it looks; peaceful
Quiet with little to nothing
Moving, dancing, floating
Silencio por favor, rules the day!
Its golden silver and mirrored lights
Posh silver-black and deep gold
Bright lights and scented colours
Not seen; heard nor thought off
Yet behold now the time comes
When movement, noise and music
Reigns supreme, ruling high above
With merriments and good drinks
I see music smiling-dancing around
Calling on our names with drinks
As we step in, our world spines wide
Now we find ourselves screaming out
Here where Men and Women meet
Culture and Race blend into one
And the Night steaming hot with fun
Club Bellagio is the place to be tonight!
22nd Oct. 2010.
Quiet with little to nothing
Moving, dancing, floating
Silencio por favor, rules the day!
Its golden silver and mirrored lights
Posh silver-black and deep gold
Bright lights and scented colours
Not seen; heard nor thought off
Yet behold now the time comes
When movement, noise and music
Reigns supreme, ruling high above
With merriments and good drinks
I see music smiling-dancing around
Calling on our names with drinks
As we step in, our world spines wide
Now we find ourselves screaming out
Here where Men and Women meet
Culture and Race blend into one
And the Night steaming hot with fun
Club Bellagio is the place to be tonight!
22nd Oct. 2010.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Life is a Journey ...
Life is a journey to the strange unknown
Where mere man make themselves immortal
And place their feeble steps into time
For the world in the past to see and wonder
And the children of the morrow to applause
Yea, their feeble steps have redefined us
Setting us into a path which we can’t say no
The future and the past are nothing but today
18th June 2010.
Where mere man make themselves immortal
And place their feeble steps into time
For the world in the past to see and wonder
And the children of the morrow to applause
Yea, their feeble steps have redefined us
Setting us into a path which we can’t say no
The future and the past are nothing but today
18th June 2010.
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