Let me break for the last time
Just for seeing your nice smile
Here…I am crying and praying
I hope in a light of miracle
If you still on my side together
I never will leave you anymore
Let me embrace and save you
Until the end the time
I know it’s all just my daydreams and never will comes true
But I hope you will back to my life although in my imagination
Although just memories... tragedy...and mystery…
I don’t want to look at your tears down fall
Because of the sucker outside the door
Hold on my hands in this cold night
Today and tomorrow is our happiness
Lets we dances together with the angel in this saint's floor
And allow me please to sing a lullaby for you
With my old guitar which always on my side
As substitute of you when I'm alone
by : Fivbri Stay Cool
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
My Devils & Angels
Can you see outside of you?
by : Fivbri Stay Cool (the man in the wrong way)
Thunderclap swoop down
And the rain goes down too
Like cats and dogs…
Can you hear the sound it?
Felt so sharp inscribing me
Is the angel’s soul voice?
Or just their Librettos
In this night I am so lonely in my emptiness
Did God getting a load of my scream?
All the tartness fire…
All the saturation dies…
And the thousand expectancies…
Where you’re gone don’t break of me on this dark ways
Let me see your face that full of mystery
In this dirty land you be standing on my side together
Fire and red blood is the devil?
There some Miss it here, without history and a shadow of doubt
Spread your soft wings that beauty with the rising sun
Send me the angel who justice and justification
The Guardian Angel who save the truth by : Fivbri Stay Cool (the man in the wrong way)
Friday, October 1, 2010
Just Like That
By: A. Randi
This morning, not blind-eyed. Quiet and silent, no sound again. Sunset dark night clamped the dibble. Cold began to twist the bones of the inner. You present, my dear. Without greeting. Without knocking. Come and arrived just in memory of debris remaining. Wonder. Though I have been thrown out like the damn mosquitoes. Basic naughty, you do not move like the figure of a statue. Indeed, my lonely exceed the quietness of a revered temple in the middle of silence starless moonless night. Like tonight, dear. Why would you attend? You will never be able to jazz up my lonely. You will never be able to warm my cold. Even you will not be able to touch the court of my heart that is filled with thousands of secrets and the pitfalls of tears.
See, my dear! My friends never infestation problem. Every inch of the day, they dance, sing, play, laugh, cry, chuckle. Without sin. Without the burden. But I could not do it to myself. I prefer silence. Silence on the spot. In the afternoon and evening. I'm speechless.
In this place I'm quiet, dear. Here I was happy. There is no mouth that war. No soul is restrained. No heart is removed. Like before you throw my heart the trash on a street corner. Then torn apart by a flock of animals into the streets until eventually only a warm pile of dog feces in the park grass soaked in dew in the morning. It's disgusting.
My dear, when first we met. Just like that. When we close up to be very close. Yes, just like that. In fact, when you leave me for her beloved. Stay away. Whether, when will it end? In your mind, I'm probably just a shadow of memories that no man's land. To you, maybe I'm just a stepping stone towards a magnificent dream. But this is not a game. It is also not an oppression. This is just a mistake. For that, now I'm willing to make it up with a series of penalties.
Dear, go home. Two figures dressed in white had seen me. I've been watching the motion. And now slowly toward me. Go home, my dear. Say hello to your lover.
"Boy, do not daydream continues. You better sleep. Soon dawn call to prayer".
They admonish me, dear. Oh, you have to go apparently. But, I still had a pair of ears to hear them talk about me in the hall way.
Simak
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"Doc, exactly how the health of Dimas? I guess he's not crazy, Doc".
"Maybe. Maybe he is the most sane patient in this Mental Hospital".
I remained silent. Mute. Room lights were extinguished. Closed my eyes began. Memories, I began to grave. I do not know, I think nothing had changed. Yes, just like that. Still granted.
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