songs of beyond

Touch me oh cloud of distant dreams Like soft tides of cotton Rain in my flesh Clean the waters that swells behind the perimeter Prepare the ropes Call the sailors The ship sets sail today There'll be no gunpowder No cannons, no guns Only cleansed wine We sail to sagittarious By the route of night The dead sun will guide us Through the high seas Where the stars lie untouched And the gods drink blood In their silver goblets Dinning on their great halls Singing about our dead heroes And so we arrive In the land of eternal night Great forests of beauty And plains of silver glass The vains of water Flow the heights And angels sing our arrival Trumpets, drums and harps "Welcome to the immortal land" And so we feast And so we sleep

truth

look yonder with your fake eyes
feel the pale season with your fake touch
smell the scent of fake life
hear those laughs in prayer of a fake church
taste the bitterness of fake demise

can you see it ?
the world, this monster of energy
of insane thirst
gently covering your eyes
subtly making you sleep
with a soft lullaby
swallowing your body
into this great abyss of darkness and dispair
feeding on your soul
slowly you feel your existence fading away
like and old dusted frame
you're no man
you are a ghost
that the world made
and insisted in destroying
...
correcting...
I am

for the few people who occasionaly read this blog I just wanted to say that it's over...

End of the Night

Take the highway to the end of the night
End of the night, end of the night
Take a journey to the bright midnight
End of the night, end of the night

Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night
End of the night, end of the night

By : Jim Morrison

the great feast

they sound the golden trumpets
announcing the messeger's arrival
they come from the other sunset
to choose the fortunate converted
through forests of azure
and beauty you can't measure
purple butterflies
take away the loose will to try
dead leaves fall like water from clouds
crawling all around
like dancing snakes of blue light
slowly and softly they close your eyes
oh drums of the great beat
cheer the clown of benevolent smile
call the piper of drowsy calls
rip my eyes
make me sleep