A long time ago, it was Today. Yet tomorrow will never happen as it will be Today, tomorrow. Today came and passed already, but it's Today again. We're stuck in Today, be it yesterday or tomorrow.

Beyond silver

How hard can it be to reach an agreement with yourself?

To succumb to your own wishes, desires and lust.

Is there a struggle between Lucifer and Michael himself,

The light to save you from darkness, once again?

How hard can it be, to be afraid of your own perfection?

Never to look beyond the surface of a mirror again.

The shadow of the past has no reflection

Neither does the future, nor does your destiny...

The only image in the mirror, is your own fear of the present. 

Unnamed 2

Pray to your God and beg him for mercy,

Believe in your soul, and sell it for mercy.

For I, will watch and laugh at your blindness.

You, fools, shall be happy; it says so in the Bible.

Pray to your God and beg him for heaven

I will watch from the middle of hell, my Eden.

Dar tu?

Ce ai face,

Daca ai putea fi timp?

Oare te vei juca din nou

In nisipurile copilariei?

Ai striga sa sune in ecou

Numele la toate jucariile?

Ce ai face,

Daca ai putea fi timp?

Ai mai merge prin lume,

Ghidat de legi si constiinta?

Ai mai cinta celorlalti pe strune?

Ai trai numai din dorinta?

Daca ai putea fi timp,

ce ai face?

Vei muri

sau vei trai vesnic, in chin si pace?

I am Void

You know... actually you don't, some of you may know, most of you don't but out there, far far away, there is something called The Void. Yes, the void still exists even though the space is now filled with tiny Boson particle thingies, The Void still exists, and I am going to tell you his or her story.

I am Void

   It was neither a warm summer night, neither a cold winter morning. It wasn't a golden rain of autumn leaves, dancing downward somewhere in Central Park... and now you are waiting for a spring metaphor or something, aren't you? You actually expected me to enumerate a well known truth, a cliche if I must, about the fourth season. Well I won't, not because it's spring ( it's actually not spring), but because I just don't want to cling on to visual metaphors in order to trigger some beautiful high-school or kindergarten memory of yours that will automatically make you approve of my point. I WANT to make YOU think. Don't recall images of the past, Make Them Up. IMAGINE. Now that I got you thinking, imagine a void. How is that for a visual? Do you 'see' darkness? You cannot see darkness, that's impossible. You cannot see something that doesn't reflect, deflect, refract, disperse, etc. Light. Oh, did I say Light? It's all bright and sunny right now isn't it? Too bad, back to the Void. There is no sound, there is no light ( everybody likes light, I'm sorry, maybe later), there is no stimuli for your 5 senses.
   5 senses, did I trigger something else? Ahh, the 6th sense, right? Well tell me, does Void make you afraid?        It makes ME afraid, and that is strange, because something that basically does not Exist, makes me afraid of it. Funny how this works. Anyways, back to me.
   It was Void, and I was lying in this void, it was enveloping me, replacing my thoughts and it was screaming in my ears, but yet it made no sound.
   Void was possessing my being, tainting my soul with it's absence of structure, of matter, and I allowed it to.
I allowed the Void to become me, I allowed myself to be replaced by nothing, but maybe I already did not exist, so Void just filled my inexistence with a definition? Void defined me as part of this world, even though I wasn't part of it.
   It is nice to exist and yet to not, it makes you... Think.

The Bat and the Cigarette

The Bat and the Cigarette

I was drawn to the dim light

For i did not know the source of it

She drew me towards her height

And I flew amazed of the power of her wit

She sparkled, dimmed and light up again

As if playing with my earthly desire

Deceiving my sense, my being entire

For I was in her palms as small as a grain

She danced in the night,

Leaving but a trace of light

I followed... astonishing!

Yet the night started vanishing

She was but a cigarette in someone else’s hand

Her dance was not her own

It was not her stage, not her land

And he used her, consumed her to the bone…

He tossed her but to draw another

From the pack of his puppets

For him, she was like every other

But I was still in love

In love with her illusions

and delusions

Life

There is no Life in souless beings
there is no Life in what we call a stone
But is there something beyond our seeings
Is there something beyond solid domes?

There is no hope for those who cannot Live
there is no mercy in the hearts of the cold
I wonder, what if we are our whole to give
So that we loose ourselves and be tagged as sold.

Sold my soul to the devil
In exchange for some rhymes.
Now I am beyond your level
And all i hear is the heaven's chymes

Sold my soul to some angel
For the fountain of youth
Just an old archangel
Searching for the truth.