moonsamurai

There is a corpse lying down on the street, My lover… You see it lying and sinking in reek, The smell of the city around it And the bloody-purple skin of the meat. Why are you afraid? What scares you? My lover… Don't you want to approach it? At all?? Could you, please, give it a hand, full of passion… Or would you rather throw it into the abyss of the thought? Have you made up your mind? My lover… There is still a corpse lying down on the street… Doesn't it manage to allure you? My lover… Why don't you come and lie next to it? Why would you choose to live in oblivion, If you could finally eat his

 to get a better understanding, read the 'author's comments'. thank you. "Originality is sold "en gros"! Bright metaphors are out of stock!" Command your troops to proceed! No matter if they are blue or pink Order them to split their blood On shivering sheets of ink! "The second cold war is not over!" Your chocolate hair kidnapped me, the venom of your lips is sweet but who will once again kiss YOU - such a profane piece of meat? "Blasphemous thoughts arouse obscene desires!" No matter if you remember or not.. At first you really lit up my fires! Still..I'll stay blissfully cold.. Don't want to disappoint your desires but

Shame on you, creature of earth, To defeat me with swords of honor, Only sin can kill disgrace. Shame on you, creature of sorrow, To pour your grief in my life. I won't replace silver with grey. Shame on you, creature of justice, To convey the frames of illusion, Into the hearts of those who trust. Shame on you, ignorant creature, To teach about 10 deadly sins And be outlined by all those together. Shame on you, creature of belief, To plant seeds on infertile soils. Let all the lost hopes grow on them! Shame on you, creature of dust, To vanish with any windblow, And dissolve into thousands of pieces. Shame on you, creature o

Words that may betray your soul, disguised in any kind, concealed behind seven white locks will free you from your mind. And if it burns, then shut it down, the power be restrained, blue flames that tempt you in their world will free you from your chains. Patience shall wait. Silence shall speak. There is no justice in the world  - the key you were to seek before concealed must have remained. The portrait hanging on the wall - just an illusion of your mind the weed you smoked...red creatures are disguised in any kind. Don't speak. Don't shout. Don't breath. It's on. And if you listen to your heart.. Forget about it.

"Essay on the theory of light and silence" Some say that silence is prone to kill all your whims and cure all the sickness.. Naives! Awkward philosophers! If silence is soundless.. then how can they deal with the essential existance of the thought? they forget about the primaries. And if silence is soundless.. then the thought is soundless too, thus it does not exist.. From hence, silence is thought And thought.. might be compared to light! The same philosophers plead us with the idea that silence is "crucially" vital. For all. But no acceptable description of it. At all. If one supposes.. merely supposes that silence com

For those who have a dream in front No hindrance can occur. For those who have to learn to love No eyes will be a-blur. For those who live to strike the sky No power shall retain. For those who trust in spades of dust No value shall remain. But you! Who are you? And how come you even dare? You - the one who learns to fly Putting on leaden illusions. You – the one who tends to cry Of grace and honour. Deaf confusions… You - the one who dreams to lie Upon your frozen enemies. Intrusion! You – the one who dies… to die On golden leaves of wrath…and the conclusion Is injust. No need. Do not admit your s

The whole world drives energy from you, Mother nature deems you her child, Embracing you with tender emotion. The whole mankind drives energy from you, The leader above all who leads To light, not knowing the paths. The whole flora drives energy from you, Limbs squeezed, veins throttled, heart stopped.. And no pain at all??!... You see, the whole universe drives energy from you.. But what about the merest "her", An efemere particle of the sand!?... Her whole heart drives energy from you, Engulfing her, but she'll never notice, You use innocence of the thought. Her kind eyes drive energy from you, No fear of losing her sight,

They want me to cut my hair, But I love it the way it is. They want me to hang my limbs, But what if I no longer need them? They want me to share my blood, But why should I leave any stains? They want me to give up my heart, But wouldn't I go on without it? They want me to shadow my soul, What for? It's all in the darkness. They want me to slash down the sky, But without it space grows even faster. They want me to throttle eternity, But what if chimeras kidnapped them?

I would like to present Faust and Elaine from the renowned masterpiece "Faust" by the prolific writer, scientist and philosopher Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. In the second part of the tragedy, Faust was invited to a carnival at the King's palace. The King asked Faust to summon the spirit of Elaine, the most beautiful woman of ancient times. With the help of Mephistopheles, the devil, he made the King's whim come true. Suddenly, Faust fell in love with Elaine, despite the fact that she was just a spirit. Nevertheless, the princes did not pay any attention to him. Eventually, due to his carelessness, Faust touched Elaine and her soul vanished.

For those who have a dream in front No hindrance can occur. For those who have to learn to love No eyes will be a-blur. For those who live to strike the sky No power shall retain. For those who trust in spades of dust No value shall remain. But you! Who are you? And how come you even dare? You - the one who learns to fly Putting on leaden illusions. You – the one who tends to cry Of grace and honour. Deaf confusions… You - the one who dreams to lie Upon your frozen enemies. Intrusion! You – the one who dies… to die On golden leaves of wrath…and the conclusion Is injust. No need. Do not admit your s

"Essay on the theory of light and silence" Some say that silence is prone to kill all your whims and cure all the sickness.. Naives! Awkward philosophers! If silence is soundless.. then how can they deal with the essential existance of the thought? they forget about the primaries. And if silence is soundless.. then the thought is soundless too, thus it does not exist.. From hence, silence is thought And thought.. might be compared to light! The same philosophers plead us with the idea that silence is "crucially" vital. For all. But no acceptable description of it. At all. If one supposes.. merely supposes that silence com

Words that may betray your soul, disguised in any kind, concealed behind seven white locks will free you from your mind. And if it burns, then shut it down, the power be restrained, blue flames that tempt you in their world will free you from your chains. Patience shall wait. Silence shall speak. There is no justice in the world  - the key you were to seek before concealed must have remained. The portrait hanging on the wall - just an illusion of your mind the weed you smoked...red creatures are disguised in any kind. Don't speak. Don't shout. Don't breath. It's on. And if you listen to your heart.. Forget about it.

Shame on you, creature of earth, To defeat me with swords of honor, Only sin can kill disgrace. Shame on you, creature of sorrow, To pour your grief in my life. I won't replace silver with grey. Shame on you, creature of justice, To convey the frames of illusion, Into the hearts of those who trust. Shame on you, ignorant creature, To teach about 10 deadly sins And be outlined by all those together. Shame on you, creature of belief, To plant seeds on infertile soils. Let all the lost hopes grow on them! Shame on you, creature of dust, To vanish with any windblow, And dissolve into thousands of pieces. Shame on you, creature o

The whole world drives energy from you, Mother nature deems you her child, Embracing you with tender emotion. The whole mankind drives energy from you, The leader above all who leads To light, not knowing the paths. The whole flora drives energy from you, Limbs squeezed, veins throttled, heart stopped.. And no pain at all??!... You see, the whole universe drives energy from you.. But what about the merest "her", An efemere particle of the sand!?... Her whole heart drives energy from you, Engulfing her, but she'll never notice, You use innocence of the thought. Her kind eyes drive energy from you, No fear of losing her sight,

They want me to cut my hair, But I love it the way it is. They want me to hang my limbs, But what if I no longer need them? They want me to share my blood, But why should I leave any stains? They want me to give up my heart, But wouldn't I go on without it? They want me to shadow my soul, What for? It's all in the darkness. They want me to slash down the sky, But without it space grows even faster. They want me to throttle eternity, But what if chimeras kidnapped them?

Sing your songs through my spirits, {Poet.} Sing your love through my thoughts, Hide your life in white dots. {Author…} Sing your tears through dismay, Stop your cry for my decay, Boost your wrath and don't obey. {Master?} Sing your veins through my heart, Burn your limbs with my blood, Hide your eyes behind the glass, Cut off your skin to the mass. {Killer?!} Sing your talent through my desires, Spread your ashes through my fires, Enter the prison of your mind, Distort your traits in any kind, Sacrifice your soul for all the liars, That is what creation requires.

Waking up with the sound of a bell Slowly tickling to his dismay He decided to die. Shining clouds of smoke A rainbow passing by A caterpillar enjoying its breakfast On his scarred chest Ah.. the reminiscences of the last night's beauties! no more than a broken dream Face the reality! Non-conformists destroying his windows The rain in his shower was over The coffee from the table was spilled On the dusty shelves of the past Silence & Smoke (SS!) Why bother? Oh yes..)) He decided to die! allowing the lead in his eyelids to fall. Enlightement? Oh yes..)) No image has arisen, no thought has occured. So was it worth it a

When inspiration comes, The writer is unable to greet it. No swans can haunt his dreams. No butterflies can hinder his eyes From facing the sphere he lives in. When inspiration comes, The writer is unable to grip it. No stainless lace can connect those two. No invisible boundary can be blown away. No gate can open its veils. when inspiration comes, the writer is unable to thank it...