Life is so primitive...from the beginning there were just few ways to get birth.Death is such more entertaining,every now and then a new way is found

The crow,december first

The shattered wind,

Blows cold in the harsh winter of december.

The sky is being conquered by heavy clouds

Everywhere is dark,but the moon still shines bright.

Leting me see a shadow long as an blink of an eye.

Not knowing if is a man or a beast,

Blaming my own imagination.

Not for long,as the aer got suddenly colder and the wind banished.

By the end of a moment,a noise camefrom behind.

Frighten,I turned back,

Nothing more than trees and bushes.

Silence...

A silence so deep,allmost hipnotic,

at the limit of insanity I felt.

The silence was overwelming,deafening.

A howling of a wolf had awakening me from the silences trance.

A crow,crying, on a branch.

Staring at me,looking into my soul he was.

As the moon was full,

Terrified,I start running

And kept running

Runned and runned and running I was,

Spirits of the night,sensed my presence,

As I was a intruder to those sacred woods...cursed,I say!

Heavy snow falled from a tree,

falling on me,trapped under ice

Atempting to escape..

I saw blood on the grownd!

Searching for wounds,as I thought the blood was mine,

..but beneath me,

A hiding body,a corpse,a dead man,a murder I THOUGHT!

but where is the murderer?a frighteningly question

Fate gave me irony instead of a answer.

The irony rised more questions:

The body was frozen,

The blood was still warm!

Questions and questions that must have unfold.

I stapped on my feet and stapped even more

And tried to get out of the woods as before.

The crying crow paid me a visit

Wondering around,

flying not

was he imprisoned?

Looking at me,like a prophet he be,

Worned I felt when he "cra" right at me.

Once after that he got ost with the dark.

Lost and confused as the crow in the dark,

Blind I felt by the shine of the moon within the night.

So disturbing was the silence before,

And the brightness of moon so pleasent and more,

and more...

Near was a lake,is a angel I see?!

I stepped even furter,a voice I recall:

Feminin,calm,gentle,devine may I say.

Could be the angel?trapped in the lake?

As I took my next step a noise I hear,

Disturbing an hidious noise I did hear,

Ugly,persisten made from a beast

The crow was my beast

Allmost yelling at me.

Turning my sight to the demon at shore

Angry I was at the demon at shore

Interupted drom saving my angel in cause

My angel went gone,as never existed

It never was one.

The reflexion of moon,a spell put on me

Blinded by beauty and aweaken by the beast.

They want me dead,the moon,the landscape,dust or gods..

Turned my head back,to my demon,the crow from the woods,the prophet.

Silence striked back,

and my ears start bleeding.

The prophet starts crying,

I told him to stop,

He wouldn't shut up!

Screamed as I could,

He didn't even move.

So grabed him I did

Stabed with a stick

burned him alive

hungry I was

eat him ofcourse...

Silence...sweet silence...

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Dupa cum vedeti pe acest blog,eu nu am o idee fixa despre ce sa scriu....asa ca voi scrie tot cemi trece prin cap sau imi iese pe cur....sau viceversa.Sper doar sami pastrez originalitatea,adica sami folosesc propriile idei...cand ceva e postat si numi apartine veti stii.Cred ca imi voi pastra oroginalitatea prin simplul fapt ca nu respect regulile de gramatica :D,voi incerca totusi sa intelegeti ce scriu desi textul in sine va fi mai greu de descifrat.Voi continua sa scriu in engleza doar pentru ca suna mai mijto si imi place mai mult limba aia decat rromana.Acest blog nu este facut pentru a avea cititori ci pentru a avea un scriitor....eu...lam facut de plictiseala cum de altfel multe lucruri le fac din acelasi motiv.Poate ca multe din parerile mele nu sunt si adevarate,dar repet sunt parerile mele,unele pot fi skimbate sau imbunatatite iar altele nu....de exp nu o sa ma convingeti in veci sami schimb parerea despre manelisti,cocalari,pitipoance,manelosi,fashionari,infumurati si muuulti altii care ar cam fi sinonime cu restul....imi pare rau daca sunt un nesuferit si nu iubesc animalele....daca iubiti intradevar animalele nu le mai omorati decat pentru hrana si autoaparare.....da ,frumoasa regula dar la speciile de mai sus nu este valabil:)

CHRISTIANITY:

Ar fi multe de discutat pe aceasta tema,pe religie,credinta,divinitate...Dar ar fi prea multe,eu unul va spun atat,da imi voi urma viata dupa niste reguli...dar acele reguli fie ca le fac eu sau nu,eu le voi incalca sau respecta si eu imi voi asuma raspundere si consecintele,daca exista asa ceva....De ce sa imi bat capul cu Raiul vostru sau Iadul vostru (al crestinilor) pe cand eu am cate putin din ambele aici,in viata asta.Ma voi ocupa de ce am acum si dupa ce voi muri o sami bat eu capu.Aveti in dreapta o poza care explica clar despre crestinism in niste cuvinte care cu siguranta var deranja....nu am puso cu acest scop,doar ca am un simt al umorului care nu se limiteaza la bine sau la rau...ce e amuzant e amuzant,ce nu e poate pe mine tot ma amuza:).Eu incerc sami formez o credinta bazata pe viata asta,nu cea viitoare,pe realitate,nu pe fantezie.Daca te consideri mare crestin incearca sa nu ma judeci cand voi lua in deradere tot ce tine de crestinism,nimeni nar putea sa se abtine,de ce?ei bine pe langa faptul ca regulile crestine se bat cap in cap ca doi berbeci si se contrazic singure,ele se si impotrivesc naturii umane si te sperie cu "bau bau" pentru asi atinge scopul sau doar pentru simplul fapt de a avea putere asupra ta,pentru a domina oamenii creduli prin frica.Am spus ca pe aceasta tema ar fi foarte multe de discutata,dupa cum vedeti nu mam putut abtine si deja am inceput putin.Voi incheia cu o idee venita pe moment:Science?....neh......Religion?!?...hmmmm....Makes perfect sense.

Inner struggle

 I
Can somebody please!
Heal my sick mind,heal my black heart,
My lost forgotten sad spirit.
I am nothing but a piece of a missing puzzle

Cleanse my soul with what I'm not
Break myself from whole existence
Let me be and ask forgiveness
Let my prayers reach out your ears
I'll write my love with fallen tears

Let there be no self esteem
I will drop on to my knees
My heart isn't mine to give
You are my all,my everything
All I want you to have
Is knowing I regret,I want you back

Let myself fall to abyss
Having that last goodbye kiss
Long as blood runs through my veins
Know my heart will never change
Wipe me out from whole existence
Drowning within my own sickness



 II
/You're my time trapped in a cage
blocking me to grow in age
As my tears fall to the ground
I ask of you a second chance
With my knees and tears in dust/mud
I'm bagging you to say yes
And the sweat gets in my eyes
Waiting for the final answer/