The Lost Lantern

Searching for the light

In a world where it’s always night

Even in the light of day

Our hopes and dream will fade away

Always in a state of apathy

Or minds are our worst enemy

Illusions are the life we are living

Our hearts are forgotten and unforgiving.

Heads are always facing down

Wearing an imaginary crown

The ego is the dominant one

The soul is long dead and gone.

Tryiing to escape the endless night

But always giving out the fight

We kneel (what else can we do)

But there is no God to pray to.

In darkness we dwell

Our world  is a living hell

We ignore the eternal flame

Only the divine is to blame.

The fire of revenge

Is destructive and strange

Destroying everything in its path

Whilst some march to eternal wrath.

So much destruction and pain

There was loss and no gain

The ashes will be our history

Highlighting the eras of tyranny.

The wheel of time will keep turning

And the unholy fire will keep burning

The innocent will perish constantly                                                      

And the hammer will fall relentlessly.

Feeling afraid to die

Because immortality is a lie

What we can touch is real

And the spiritual realm is surreal.

We got lost in our way

And gave our willpower away

To the ruling domain

It’s our loss and their gain.

Stuck in the low dimensions

Where there are just evil intentions

Everything feels heavy and dense

Only the earthly numbness makes sense.

What is the universal truth?

Why seeking the eternal youth?

This land is for us to use

Not to destroy and abuse.

When the curtain falls

And the afterlife calls

Many will not be prepared

Because they will feel scared.

Here is the story

Of a mankind with no glory

The mistakes keeps being repeated

This is how the soul is defeated.

Children of the Universe

Why is life so unfair,

Why do the good die young?

The pain of loss is so strong

As an endless sea of pain

Fed by tears in the rain.

                                                              

My child,

Grief will take you by surprise

And take the strength there’s within you

If you feel hopeless, what will you do?

There is never a right or wrong

Just breathe and try to stay strong.

Echoes in the night

Cries and screams of sorrow

Another life was taken away

It will be hard to face another day

When another light was gone

And all the hopes will come undone.

There’s a lullaby,

For the ones who lost their way

Sweet gentle hearts that will no longer beat

Still you’re not victims of defeat

But warriors of light that fulfilled their role

And the ones that will keep us whole.

 

A perfect sunrise

Sparkle in the morning dew

After a night of storm

The air is light and worm

Each flower is a gift, not a curse

From all the children of the universe.

So many tears

Shed from the ones that stayed

The human heart bleeds but will heal

After there’s no more pain to feel

The ones that go will suffer no more

Still things will never be like before.

Somewhere

There are fields of gold

For you to rest from your long fight

Endless fields full of spring and light

There will no longer be any tragedy

Only waves of joy for all eternity.

The Water

The pain and the hurt

Is all around me, sweet torture,

There’s so much I cannot nurture,

I cannot even see, I am blind

Of the tears that keep arriving.

Although the tears water my eyes,

These teardrops are trapped in my denial,

I feel only a desert within me,

Even if the water keeps running free

In front of my wounded eyes.

There is only darkness in my core

And I fear the sun to lighten my soul,

Too afraid to see the truth revealed,

Transparencies that I always concealed

While I was asleep for a lifetime.

The water is pouring all around me

But it seems to be only oily drops

That can hurt my skin sometimes

And make me soak along my spine

Until I feel winter in my bones.

My reflection is glowing beneath my feet

But I dare not to look down,

In these waters I would only drown

As I’m not to breathe without support,

Too many times I had fallen before.

Vampyresque

The night is still a child
Cold nights are to run wild
Let me drawn you to my lair
Waiting for you to dare
To step inside this darkness.

Hundreds of candles burning
Dozens of mirrors turning
You won’t see my reflection
But you’ll fall into the attraction
Improved over the endless centuries.

My dear you will shiver
When I’ll long to your liver
Feeling the blood in your throat
A bloody bite will make you loath
The touch from someone like me.

You are dizzy not from the wine
But from the spell that’ll make you mine
Let us dance through the night
In the ancient fortress far from the light
Sheltered bats and spiders as pets

Enjoy you lest hours of life
Cutting your hopes like a knife
You won’t get away alive
Taste this cold dive
Leading to your end.

Hear the sound of satin and dust
My eyes sparkle with lust
I am dying for your blood taste
Not a single drop shall I waste
It’s good waiting for the dessert

You are my broom
A prey in my secret room
You would only last a night
For me a delightful sight
Your bloodless corpse in my bed.

Mother Gaya

Mother Gaya,

Beautiful Maiden older than mankind

You have seen us evolve for too long,

It’s unbelievable that you are so strong,

You survived all the wounds that were inflicted

By your only children that are power - addicted.

Mother Gaya,

Wonderful queen dressed in green

With brown hair that smells like leaves,

Your beautiful eyes were stolen by the thieves

That used them to achieve greatness and wealth

Even if they were to risk their  health.

Mother Gaya,

You are the Muse and the Star

In a story with so many evil twists,

You were tied down by your wrists

While your skin became dirty and filthy

By the blood from the innocent and the greedy.

Mother Gaya,

Once you were adored with solemn rituals

Those were meant to ask for annual protection,

People presented you with gifts of affection

And respected the creatures that were sacred

But now these creatures fall under the hatred.

Mother Gaya,

You always cared about us, your children

But we take so much without given instead,

We ignored all the tears that you’ve shed,

Always wanting to stand proud and tall,

We decided that we could take it all.

Mother Gaya,

So many wounds we inflicted in you

Still you didn’t punish us as we deserved,

However the cold dish of punishment was served,

All the pain was caused by us alone

Because our hearts became made of stone.

Mother Gaya,

Once the beating of your heart was heard

And now it’s as silent as your voice,

We could have made a different choice

But it seems that we will never learn

That we must work hard to decently earn.

Mother Gaya,

Your beauty is still breathtaking and true

Although you are now covered in dust,

Your purity was tainted by our wicked lust

And now the animals are paying a high price

And the plants are cracking under thin ice.

Mother Gaya,

You don’t need us to survive

It’s we who need you constantly

But we are just too blind to see,

Arrogance has caused us too many tragedies

But still we struggle to live like deities

Mother Gaya,

So powerful and imposing you are,

Your waters are pure and crystal clear

Your trees are ancient sentinels, standing near,

Your mountains are giants that reach the skies,

Your fields are heaven when kissed by fireflies.

Mother Gaya,

Forgive us for we have sinned,

We pushed too hard to easily succeed

And took more than we would need,

We have doomed all living creatures to extinction

And now we whine about our selfish affliction.

Mother Gaya,

You are a sanctuary and a home,

A benevolent matriarch that should be respected,

Above all you should we cherished and protected

Let me humbly fall on my knees before you

And tell you sincerely that I love you too.

The Rain

Rain, such a musical word

So pure and so perfect

Every time I look outside

And it rains,

I see a different world

Spotted with pristine stains.

Rain, silent echo in the mind

Messenger from the spirit world

There is magic within you

When I hear you arrive

Drop by drop you fall

In your deepness I dive.

When I reach my hand

And feel the drops in my palm

I feel fresh and purified

I feel blessed and whole

Everything starts making sense

And I regain what sorrow stole.

Don’t underestimate the power

That is held by the rain

She may come so gently

But then become a flood

As fast as a river

As thick as the blood.

When I’m truly in blue

She cries along with me

Her tears are so real

As real as I feel

She is my company

With nothing to conceal.

Rain, you are liquid poetry

A song that never ends

Your lyrics are words

That no one can hear

Your cadence is music

So loud and so clear.

When she falls in my head

She blesses and baptizes me

All worries are washed way

And I fall in contemplation

Fears and worries become nothing

When I feel its sheer sensation.

I love the smell she takes

Every time she reaches the ground

It smells so dry and fresh

That I stand frozen in time

Shall I offer her a poem

Shall I offer her a rhyme?

Memories

Memories are treasures for us to keep

Although they can cut through so deep,

All the pictures parading in the mind

Are missing things that were meant to bind.

Remembering things that we hold dear,

Will become slippery and forever disappear,

Still they must not fade away, not now

As we keep living through them somehow.

Memories become aching moments of melancholy,

Entire oceans that keep us from reality,

We experience bliss that turns into our fears

And end up miserable, bursting into tears.

Remembering is the autumn in our lives,

Sad piano notes cutting like sharpest knives,

Tragic violin melody that cries like the rain

And ends the prelude that we we’ll never regain.

The roses those once were fresh and red

Will wither, rotting and hanging by a tread,

How cruel are the years that are passing by

And only bring feelings that that make us cry.

 Time won’t work according to our will

And bring back the past for us to feel,

All there is left is ashes and dust,

In our senses we can no longer trust.

All the memories will be gone with the tide,

Away from the shores that push us aside,

Those moments that we recall are just gone

And soon we realize we’re cold and alone.

We must remember while we still can

The dearest things that appeared and began,

When oblivion arrives everything will disappear,

The bittersweet past will be no longer clear.

Moonlight

Crystal night,

Lonely times,

Crying under the moonlight,

A reflection catches the purity

Of the moon glowing quietly.

Here I stand

As silent as dead,

The sky is my land,

Soothing my pain with love,

Sending sacred blessings from above.

Why does everything end?

Becoming nothing but dust?

It's hard to understand

That those flowers will wither,

And their sweet scent will become bitter.

Sad lullaby,

Made by the weeping Nature,

Every night the moon will cry,

As she has to die once again,

Only a pale memory will remain.

My dear Lord,

Don't want to fall asleep,

Just won't say a word,

I'll just cry with the moon,

For she will die soon.

The Swan

Life beneath the mist

In pure mornings he appears

A slender neck gracefully bends

Dewdrops fall as translucid spears

Caressing its feathers, softly

As it crosses the water, silently.

A prince in solitude

Walking along with time, serene

The lake is a world of reflection

Leaves fall in the peaceful scene

The lonely swan leaves the shore

And prepares to swim once more.

Nature is magic and music

The wind and the rain are melody

And the swan is silent art

Its graceful beauty is poetry

Conquering the Earth and the Skies

It brings tears to my eyes.

An invisible violin plays

A flute fills the air with sorrow

While the swan peacefully moves

As if there was always a tomorrow

Lonely he is in waters of solitude

Facing the days as an interlude.

Beautiful white swan

Untouched by the hands of mankind

You dance in circles trough the lake

Your silent weep echoes in my mind

Sad sonata in a silent tone

Telling me that you will die alone.

Guardian Angels

Ethereal realms are unknown

In this world where we try to live

One must seize the moments life can give

And be strong against the stormy weather

But soft and gentile as a flowing feather.

We can stare at the skies above

But won’t see what we’re looking for

The ones we won’t be seeing any more

Still they will always be near and around

They’ll come from above, without making a sound.

Angels are meant to live in sanctity

There are so many places for them to be

Still they will always keep watching over me

And sooth my pain every time I fall

They will come whenever we urge to call.

Who understands what true perfection is

That lies in every early bird that sings

A white dove that gently spread its wings

Smoky clouds that slide across the atmosphere

Every sunset reminding us that God is here.

Heavenly music in our ears

When the rain falls in curtains of silver

In the whispering murmur of the running river

In the melody of the lonely shepherd’s flute

At nightfall before the resting night becomes mute.

I’ve never heard the operatic chants

That the angels must sing when they pray

Or the pure toned harps they might play

But down on earth heaven’s music is in nature

And every single note will echo trough the future.

We must not mourn for good

For the deceased who once were so dear

In our eyes they seemed to forever disappear

But they are alive, close to the heart

Arriving when needed, opening heaven’s gates apart.

If we whine about life, they'll suffer

Because once they lost their earthly existence

Life must be lived with love, not resistance

And our souls must be filled with spirituality

Let our heavenly guardians be remembered for eternity.

Autumn

The falling leaves on the floor

Caught and dropped by the autumn breeze

They dance the complex waltz of fate

Eternally meant to float and then disappear

While The morning ice makes them freeze.

Drops of rain invade the atmosphere

And sooths the earth that slowly dries

The darkening sky has the color of lead

Due to the tension, it so full of tears

Farewell to the worm that slowly dies.

Sad piano, tragic violin

So much passion and sadness to be played

Along with the idyllic view of brownish gardens

The naked trees point their branches to the sky

Their plain skeleton is all that remained.

I walk alone in the cold,

A scarf waving upon my trembling shoulder

Melancholy is a weight in my beating heart

As I sense the fullness of growing loss

In this sterile land that grows colder.

Smell the air, behold the silence

Of this sea of sadness I am aware

I sense the grief that nature evokes

The path is narrow and darkness in thicker

I always feel helpless when you’re not there.

I remember all we’ve been through

All the springs and summers we can’t regain

I felt worm and protection under your light

But light fades and when we say goodbye

Autumn days will always come back again.

Bleeding Rose

 Alas, single rose of sheer beauty,

Always described in every century.

Your pale petals are such a sight

And you glow made of pure white,

You’re a gift from nature to mankind

The finest treasure one will ever find.

Still you bear tears so red

That drop by drop floods your bed;

You know what was made of nature,

There is little to keep and nurture,

Once that was so much to enjoy,

But know there’s just will to destroy.

So bleed, beautiful rose of mine,

Drop these tears as red as wine,

Your roots became so thin and weak,

Such sight enables me to speak,

As there are no words to describe

The evil plans the world will contrive.

Once you were whole and strong

But now there’s no place to belong,

As you garden was forever erased.

So many years you have faced

But now you are meant to decay

And there’s no place for you to stay.

All true colors will forever disappear

And safeness will turn into fear,

Still you will keep standing tall

And represent true Mother Nature’s call,

But who will hear that distant voice

That’s being silenced by another’s choice?

From spring to winter you’re still there,

As Silent a guardian always present somewhere;

But one must not ignore the power

That is held by a single flower.

She endured the entire storm

And kept the sun that once was worm.

Hush little flower, just wait

For the revelation of your fate,

Gust s of wind will try to break you,

The rain will come and make you blue;

Time will make you ill and rotten,

Still you will never be forgotten.

In Darkness

It’s always hard to look inside

Far ahead from what eyes can see

Can you see the darkness in me,

That lies beneath my harmless face?

There is night beneath the daily surface.

The cold moonlight in windy nights

Send shivers through my spine

The poison of pain became a sweet wine

Once I got used to it, I embraced it all

And discovered the wonders of winter and fall.

I’m not only the Lady in Black

That passes by you in the street

Don’t think that I’m only nice and sweet

I also bare bitterness as well,

A  Bittersweetness that not everyone can tell.

Poetry is my way to see the world,

It’s not only a shiny and cozy place.

It can be marked by a bloody trace.

Let me deal with it as I please,

Always  standing in the dark at ease.

I dream dreams that are only mine

And live in a world of my own

It has so many sights that you’ll never know

And my essence dwells in every corner,

In that realm I’m the queen and the owner.

I like to feel the cold breeze

That sends me messages from afar,

In this life that’s always a war

To know where we are and where we’ll stay,

I’ll keep on discovering my several shades of gray.

In the bottom of the grays there is black

Where my fears meet my deepest desires

There are ashes from a thousand fires

And icicles from the everlasting winters,

Where I dried so many frozen tears.

I keep away from the sun,

It just gives one a false security

In the dim light there is more purity

And a safeguard to all the souls like me

That can see the world as I can see.

I melt with deep thoughts and words

And loath the shallowness that infects the mind

The world’s lost because too many eyes are blind.

We must observe the truth and the rawness

 That’s unseen by the futile and the thoughtless.

Losing the Poet

How can I cry for someone

That ignored my own existence

How often do I have to write

Until my words match yours someday?

The wind carries the music of our toughts

A melody that I will always remember

Cold days will be our shelter

A memory born in December

I will always shed a tear for you

Lilies upon your grave.

Your poems were so bittersweet

A pen scratching words and spitting blood

No one understood your pain

But in my soul it would always remain.

You were my mentor and my teacher

My greatest source of inspiration

I was too far to hear your screams

Still you lied in the velvet of my dreams.

Hearing your name, thinking of you

Made my heart always beat fast

Both shared the passion for the Past

A dust that would never settle down.

You gave life to my wishes

Despite the boundaries of our worlds

A sublime match, a perfect start

Even when Death tore us apart.

The last goodbye I never said

Became a scar for a lifetime

I feel so sorry for your doom

My poor rosebud that ceased to bloom.

At last we have crossed our paths

My tears a tribute to your poems,

Lilies upon you grave.