Dreams are only dreams,
They are what it seems,
An illusion is what they are,
Did i clinged falsely all these years,
Present is the truth,
Thats what it is,
But dreams have deceived grieviously to me,
They are not real...
But they are just dreams..
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
The dreamcaster
Posted by Unknown at 7:17 PM
Saturday, April 5, 2014
the great comrade
i could not forget,
a grea aide is my comrade,
from the lowest rank,
she stayed,
march on comrade!
attack with mighty vengence!
for the pathway is clear,
weapons at your hand and mine,
your scope is accurate,
shots for you,
our waypoint is different,
but we always see in our radar,
our hearts and memories as compasse,
strike the target with no fear!
comrade! for mother Russia!
Posted by Unknown at 6:45 PM
Monday, March 3, 2014
The night sky,
Keep a luminance for me,
I want to be at your side,
longing and weeping,
waiting the dawn to appear....
Posted by Unknown at 1:53 AM
Friday, February 28, 2014
The Puzzle and The Key
Posted by Unknown at 12:27 PM
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Roar of the Panthera L.
Scorch the Malacostraca!
Crush the Arachnida!
Flee from the darkest abyss of Mercury. .
Gasping for Air,
Do not terminate,
Do not contaminate,
It is the source of the Roar. .
Posted by Unknown at 5:33 AM
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Reign of the ardent phantasm
Seek the tint of pink swan,
Hastened the adrift profession pathway,
Vanished mirage,
A winding boulevard to cast its attention,
Nevertheless it perished,
As the enchanter conjure spells,
ending the lifeline frozen death...
Posted by Unknown at 10:19 PM
Monday, December 9, 2013
The Quagmire Quay
A comrade rather would be the Mariner,
If it made closer connection
with the water nymph so adored,
So to be cherished and cared more delightfully,
Nostalgia was seen,
Nightstalker was envious, wounded
It's poison sting as the water spirit,
was close to the same element,
A particular one, the crustacean,
Crab on the shore, harbor the laud,
Which shouldn't be, betrothal at pledge,
Is the seafarer posses the same warfare?
Seashells conch shell
Do they channel the sea shore?
To Sebastian or Krusty,
The one that the Siren creature used to extol,
Pirate has no predicament,
but the mid-line of the channel,
Boundaries imminent,
And you are with me now,
Epilogue could be held,
Surely the heart weighs more to the shipman,
Talks has long delayed.
The Voyager was sorry to travel,
Comprehension and apprehension,
To the emblem of the aqua,
Time has been with the bluejacket,
Slowly understanding bits by bits,
Time and space at hand,
Desecration must not be,
Sailor with the mermaid at allegiance,
As the sentiment rapture grows fonder..
Posted by Unknown at 6:44 AM
