My Sail

Sometimes I sail not knowing where I’m heading

Other times I follow a certain map

However, even when I settle

It is only for a short while

I might die on this island

I might find some treasure on it

No matter, no matter

I keep on sailing

Waves, storms, pirates, friends

Tales, drinking, singing, fantasizing 

Following the sun to the horizon

Wishing at night to fly from the edge of our

world to the high shining stars

A meaningless sale it is

Yet I sail it with a smile

and a spirit full of adventure

Following the song only I can hear

This is my sail

No past, only present

And dreams taking me to the future

This is my sail

Sailors in it change yet I remain behind the wheel

This is my sail

I see my reflection clearly in the water

This is my sail

This is my never ending sail




SO Ahoy, lads ! Get on board, or be thrown to the hungry sharks ! Sharpen your swords, and bring me me compass, and refill my glass with ale ! The stars are awaiting us, they hear our songs ! We have a long sail ahead, lads ! So work you' big filthy butts, you stinky rats, and don' open your toothless mouths, have mercy on our noses ! And who saw where's my eyeglass ?! We want them far lands, lads ! So sails open, and full speed !


Ooo, the nine hells with it, compass going mad ...

Eyes’ Sparkle

Eyes’ Sparkle

This desire, burning flame…

You look on them couples and you feel something missing…

You look on the far horizon, and you feel that you don’t want to lose your freedom yet…

Life is simple, the simples! Yet we always have a way in complicating it…

When you deeply think about it, you come to conclude, that human beings’ “purpose”

is to have children and proceed, to find their “soul mate”…

She turns her head… A breeze carries her scent… I see her eyes, they sparkle…

You look lovely tonight… Queen of the world…

The question is… Should I tell you that?

Dear Mr. Mind

Dear Mr. Mind

I never understood if you’re a friend or an enemy

Dear Mr. Mind

Sometimes when I’m sad or hurt you strike with flashes

and images that only make things worse

when you ought to be comforting me

and sometimes you grant feelings which I wish you did not

Dear Mr. Mind

Sometimes in times of joy, you double my happiness by

nicely decorating thoughts and memories

and sometimes you hit a bulls-eye with the feeling you bless me with

Dear Mr. Mind

What I’m trying to say is I guess

sometimes you ought to give the workers a break

when you don’t

And sometimes you just have to give them to work double shifts

Dear Mr. Mind

I own you and I don’t understand you

I own you and I have no control over you

Dear Mr. Mind

I like what you do, more or less, you’re brilliant !

And  I know that you care about me and want only the best

Lots and lots of appreciation from me

Dear Mr. Mind

Just keep me tracked on your plans for me, if you may

Dear Mr. Mind

Now that we've cleared things, do tell me… what now?

In a world where there is no truth, you build the truth

Mine Own Kingdom

Have I ever told you about my kingdom?

Ahh, it is lovely ! You should see it !

It has gardens of my favorite items

and trees rooted to my deepest memories

oh, and you should see the seas of my dreams and hopes

Ahh, what a vast kingdom it is, and how powerful !

My personal kingdom guarded by my thoughts and beliefs

Nesting my own self and the close people that I care about

Roaming the days and nights

Sharing the fruits of life together

Where we daily write our holy books

and change what needs to be changed according to circumstances

We forge our own lies turning them to solid truths

This is my kingdom, my personal one

It is powerful, inviting, alive and usually peaceful

But any threat, no matter how small it is,

any threat, and it will be eliminated, that I assure you !

My Personal Secret Cave

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8t9tzCUZuWQ&feature=related

Hiding in the cave

Hiding away from all

In this cave,

Where, drawings come to life

thoughts are touchable

a butterfly sleeps over my head as I dream

whispering in my ear, a beautiful song

A wolf shares with me tales of the night

and then we howl together

Sometimes little dragons come to visit

Other times fairies come to show me tricks

Oh, and how much fun it is when me and the little elf

watch events of the world in the pool of spotting

Moon rises, stars decorating the skies

Oh, oh, can you hear it?

La la la la la la laaa

La la la, la la laa

The song, this song

Creatures gather around, joined in one realm

Fire blazing, dancing

Bards telling tales, we listen

We all listen

The song remains, this song, this song

La la la la la la laaa

La la la, la la laa

In My cave, in My Personal Secret Cave

World’s Dance, Our Dance

Fly away my lady and free your poor

And we shall dance, the world’s dance

Our dance

Where lies are truths

Where stars purely lead the song

Where only us dance the world’s dance

Where our eyes shall meet

Where our hands shall touch

Where your head will be laid on my shoulder

Where I’ll whisper in your ear, this will never end

And we shall dance all night long, in an eternal moon-full night

A diamond is worthless if it doesn’t shine

Yet when it shines, all would want it

It’s good only you and I shine in an empty world

Wrapped protectively under a necklace full of shining diamonds

The stars go on in their pure warm song

So let us dance my lady till the end of the night in an endless night

Burn of the eyes

You look lovely tonight

Red apple’s bight

Burn of the lips

This will never end

Blinding Sun

“Who stole my ship, bloody stars, who stole my ship?!!” I watched from my hostel’s window the old man shout in the crowded marketplace. People, oh they laughed, they laughed at him so hard. A curious kid went close to him smiling, thinking it was a game, when his mother took him by the arm furiously and shouted at him. “Never do you get close to him again, my little kid, can’t you see that he’s mad, oh what a wild and crazy man?!! Oh dear, I hope you didn't get infected! Let me check your throat.”

The crazy man however took no notice, no, no, no, he’s searching, he needs to find! “My ship! Who took it?! Is it you, selling your deceiving red apples, did you hide it?! Or is it you, pure priest, selling your stories to poor and innocent people?!” The crazy man blinded from madness fell on his knees. Rays of sun were too powerful to his eyes. Old he was, yet he remembered something his father told him as he was a kid, when he tried to convince the people differently. “The light outside is too strong, any other light would be just swallowed, other light can only be seen at darkness. Remember that son.”

The old man drenched in salty tears, took some soil from the ground and washed his face. “Where is my ship?!” Drops of blood found their way falling on the soil. People laughed, oh they laughed so hard! Light stronger than ever!
Suddenly shadows covered the old man. A youth stood above him blocking the sun, an honest smiling one. The old crazy man looked at him with hopeful eyes. As the youth offered his hand, the crazy man accepted it immediately. Time stopped for him. “Are you my ship? Are you taking me to it? Am I going to my peaceful home?”

The youth’s firm gaze, made the old man feel shielded and safe. The youth answered him, “Can’t you see that the ship was already there? Always waiting for you. You only needed to cover your eyes, and open them again. Here it is, can’t you see it?”  

The old man covered his eyes and closed them. When he opened them, he smiled. He was not standing in the crowded market place. A breeze of the saltiness of the sea filled the air, sounds of gulls announced that water was filled with fish, and in front of him, there it stood… The old man looked at the youth with tearful eyes. “That’s my ship, my beloved ship, I am finally going home?! Home.”

Mine Precious Diamond

Ahhh, Finally, I find it!

If only you can see what my eyes are looking at now,

A diamond… I mean the diamond, I mean my Diamond!

Aye, the precious Diamond I searched for, for, wow,

many life times it was…

The road, ha, the road which got me here

Well, well, let me tell you

It was long, tiring, dangerous, too long

Aye, lad, too long.

You’d find on my skin, dry red stamps

Taste of salt, scars, oh, them many scars…

How many nights, how many days

How many dreams, how many false roads

How many battles, how many fake diamonds I found

Well, no matter, no matter,

It was worth it, all this I’ve been through, am I not right?!

After all I’m standing here, looking at the hypnotizing Diamond!

The thing I want most, the only thing I want…

It is not mine to take, it would be a sin!

Yet, will I agree to watch someone else take it,

When I can make it shine the hardest?!

Even a bigger sin!!

You should see what I am looking upon now…

I smile and inhale…

Mine Holy Sin

I reach my arm…

To Mine Precious Diamond

Northern Star

Meaning! This bloody meaning we keep searching for!

You open your eyes in the morning. Something urges you to wake up, to do something, to satisfy your personal needs (no matter how lazy you are, at the end you do open your eyes, sorry people). Now, you get up, brush your teeth maybe, eat some breakfast; a good plate of ‘Coco Pops’ and milk will do. Yet what is it, what is it that gives us desire to live and go on seeking for more and more, and have this feeling, that, well that, that NEVER, NO, absolutely NEVER ENOUGH! No such word in our dictionary as ENOUGH!
Why? Why do you choose to live? Is it, fear of death and the unknown (or maybe known, depends on what you convinced yourself about the truth), is it to fulfill a dream or two, is it to live for your beloved ones, is it to enjoy life no matter what and play with the toys of life so not to get bored until the time comes to say good-bye, is it to continue the way of nature and the world, or maybe, maybe is it just to… well I don’t know, just something!

Life is a show (with spotlights, stages, actors and scripts), when what we are, is a combination of what we sense analyzed with the past and thoughts that we have built in our mind over ‘time’. We live to adapt, we are a ‘mask lovers’ lot.

Personally, a meaning in life is not what I search for, na, I lied, I do search for it like every little and big bastard living this ‘mortal’ world does (don’t take mortal seriously I don’t mean it), it is what makes us human after all, a desire, venom of want endlessly flowing in our blood and circulating our poor and fragile body.
I have a northern star, guiding me on my way. No compass and no map though, no clear destination. I follow this northern star which gets carried with the wind of change. Sometimes it shines hard sometimes it shines dimly, yet it is this northern star that keeps me alive, keeps me wanting to live. Because a human without his northern star, is like, is like, a monkey without a banana, is like an elephant without the mouse trauma, is like Jerry without cheese, is like Disney without Lion King (imagine Disney without Lion King, do you see how DRAMATIC this is?!!)!

“So, ahoy, lads! Open sails, winds blowing, star shining harder than ever, let the waves rage and let us raise a glass at them doubtful dark nights. Cosmic sailors we are, remember, lads! The bards shall sing our journeys and tales, we die, yet they remain! So, cheers! Keep your eyes open and ears sharp, you will hear us and you shall see us! We live to die and die to live! We live our own personal and brilliant lie! We are a form of energy, we are those bloody creatures called human beings! Here we go!!!”