Laetarnus

Every moment will belong to past soon. Every sound and image will fade away like a distant voice echoing in an empty valley. What was born in a shade of night under a tree or in a bright blue sky with a smile and a red cheek seems to be eternal at first. Blessing of the nature soothes tormented minds, calms restless souls, cures bleeding hearts. After crawling on the ground we rest in a cocoon of suffering just to emerge with wings to fly even higher and to fall even harder if we fail again, again to crawl. Till we see the final dusk or close our eyes with the last dawn.

Love is real Always it was so Never thought it might be wrong Until now When a doubt crossed my mind Nothing is as it seems So maybe this Is untrue We are told About everlasting Love Poets write of it Singers sing their words Films visualise it And we We copy it What I see is a word To make me believe in better That love will find me That I find love But from what I know Two start but only One is left to love If it is so to love alone I don't believe It's love at all

To noce jak ta przywodzą mi na myśl Zatracenie dawnych lat Ten zapach niezlęknionych kroków W ciemność ludzkich spraw Noce smutku i radości, a w szczególności Szczerości pijanego upojenia Błogiej myśli zatracenia Której tak dawno nie zaznałem Gdyż trzymam blisko serca sprawy Przez wszystkich dawno zapomniane I już nie wiem czy to źle Że śnię o czymś co już dawno zagrzebane W pyle smutku pochowane Jedynie przeze mnie pamiętane I dające tylko poczucie bezradności Prowadzące do chwil słabości

I still hold dear and can't let go Something that is far away and gone I cannot grab and cannot see Things that are so close to me Driving through a road of mist Forever lost in an endless dream I do not see much of what is to come Can't pull over, I have to press on I think I'm falling or rather glide Towards the darkness beneath my mind Whatever is there I know I will feel Nothing I should, nothing like love.

Everyone has a story to tell The time and place the falls from grace. We all walk at our own pace forever attempting to win the illusionary race. So I took the time, to sit and rewind.... granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind. Years upon years  slowly drifted on by... Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown, collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free, but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key. Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space. A story to tell of heaven and hell... Realise this upon states of bliss, In the beginning we all fell--in the end we a

There was a boy once. He was lonely in his world, having no friends except a lonely tree he used to sit under during the day. Days were passing by and the boy grew weary of solitude. "I don't want to be alone..." he whispered and went home. During the night, he packed food and other supplies into a bag, taking special care to take his precious crescent hairpin with him. Off he went, through the deep forest. While he was wandering in the forest, he saw a boy hunting. Just as he was about to call out to him, the boy shot an arrow into the far away bushes. After a quiet *thud*, a sound of a dying deer could be heard in the air. Swiftly, the Hun

Isn't it strange, how I used to hate your hidden canvas face? To me your perfect skin hid a demon, a demon covered in pustules, your eyes were nothing more than a portal to a rotting soul. Your words were nothing but trapped and recycled verse, spoken only to lure innocent maidens into your coveted dark lair of love. Of love and broken hearts, I used to picture you feasting upon them before leaving those girls, abandoned, in the desert to rot. To become the faeces of vultures and other scavenging creatures...     So, isn't it strange how I let you drag me down into that den of despair? Then again, what is life but a count of three? A lost s