Aerials
Fighting the will of time, is one call for freedom Such a devious crime?
Dark Moon, wandering star born in the eyes of the blessed monsoon
has the gift of life come too soon
has the universe been stuck in the collateral bloom
has lost violent bird come too late
has this majestical creature missed the spectral gate
Is it all too late
have we lost the fate
swinging minds
colored ultraviolent signs
Heaven and Hell wish to yell
The human brain tries to spell
in the end, all is well
all is fine, red heaven and even redder rivers of good vine
Lost souls in the blue vortex reaching for a breath, a slice of divine
Time, time, time
is on my side
Time is stored clock that is mine
Once more, we touch the sacred moment, the illusive rockless shore
again the promised land is dancing in my hand
Once more lost are found, are there no bounds?
crown of thorns, devil morns, without red blinking fiery horns
silent, mystified sign, loud dark open road
Sleepless Green Toad, and her crazy prince
All has been happening ever since
since he lost his way
since he lost the memory of the last good day
memory of old, disfigured shapes on the wall
Dancing clown and egg that cant boil
blinded sadness and red turmoil
Time, time, time
on the broken wall in the empty music hall
shadows that spill all
lunatic last call, kinetic force born in heaven to small
Albatros in the sky, Golden Wish will try
smooth locker and trapped, confused spy
The end is comming nigh
Why?
Stop living the lie, too many have already died
Dark Moon, star born in the eye of the blessed monsoon
has the gift of life come too soon
has the universe been stuck in the collateral bloom
has lost violent bird come too late
has this majestical creature missed the gate
Is it all too late
have we lost the fate
swinging minds
colored ultraviolent signs
Heaven and Hell wish to yell
The human brain tries to spell
in the end, all is well
all is fine, red heaven and even redder rivers of good vine
Lost souls in the blue vortex reaching for a breath, a slice of divine
The cascading story, another man’s glory
Oratory, smiling crazy tootles euphory
Sea of broken doubtful dreams
sometimes new life demands horrific screams
down below when morning hits the dim glow
where true man is born in the whitest snow
there true will will grow
there small-minded man will fall
Time, time rushes through me, I smile
Eufrat,Tigris and green Nile
jealous one-eyed eyes looking vile
all I have is my smile
maybe it will take a while
but no matter what happens next I will kill Propostourus lie
with a God-given smile
even if it takes a while
I got the time
on my side, for me…
this is just another joyride
Alchemical suspended, animated, hysterical thought,
black mistress is bought, without approving nod
the blinded, silly promise can not walk
Will this craving specter even talk?
Sometimes life is cold, sometimes pain in him can be told
Migrating swine, red-soaked pearls consecrated in perfect line
Life a mystery of mine, asking me;
Got the time?
Can you mister please buy me more time?
I heard you are in touch with the divine
time has broken my old, weary spine
All I see are broken mirrors of late, help me mate…
life tastes like a spoiled, rotten vine
I do not want to be born again in a domain
filled with haunting voices of loud troubled pain
Aerials fighting the will of time,
is One Call for Freedom such a devious crime?
Death has come, it is time
I dont want to be last in line
I will take my time
taste the fallen red apple, a fruit that is sublime
I will give my last yellow dime
All just to escape the wheel of time
life is just an empty promise but is mine
Poisoned hearth and last wish of naked bart
twisted illusion or a good start?
Dark Moon, wandering star born in the eyes of the blessed monsoon
has the gift of life come too soon
has the universe been stuck in the collateral bloom
has lost violent bird come too late
has this majestical creature missed the spectral gate
Is it all too late,
have we lost fate?
swinging minds
colored ultraviolent signs
Heaven and Hell, wish to yell
The human brain tries to spell
in the end, all is well
all is fine, red heaven and even redder rivers of good vine
Lost souls in the blue vortex reaching for a breath, a slice of divine
Time, time, time
is on my side
Time is stored clock that is mine
no white bread and red cooked meat for me, it is fine
I am the One who walks the line
I am the One who touches the divine
I am the One who talks to the wheel of time
Will of mine, Bottled Storm of time
Time is now, time is Nine
Ten is just the number, ten is fine
hellraiser, dream walker , spirit talker
hellraiser dream eather, spirit treater
Hellraiser world shaker, horror maker
Words are wasted on you,
the leather face is always comming down with a crew
Dream a reality that has come true?
Black and white dream trapped in the colors of blue
broken astral door, tremoring hidden floors
Who has been called, what creature of old?
House of Pain, a colored book written by Mark Twain
Sacrifice, bounded eastern wind, twist of Kain
Black fire subdued to engulfing talking pain
time is the Devil that does not want to be slain
Red Hearts on fire, stripped, clueless desire
Guns for hire, a situation that is dire
Misfire or another silver dream,
another mimicking quagmire
The dream is me, the dream is in me
Walk with me, just for a while
hear the song, accept the last smile
Shadows and dreams, a soul that wins
lazy, treacherous poets and muted, navigating screams
so many sins, is this the reason why the Devil always wins?
Dark Moon, wandering star born in the eyes of the blessed monsoon
has the gift of life come too soon
has the universe been stuck in the collateral bloom
has lost violent bird come too late
has this majestical creature missed the spectral gate
Is it all too late
have we lost the fate
swinging minds
colored ultraviolent signs
Heaven and Hell wish to yell
The human brain tries to spell
in the end, all is well
all is fine, red heaven and even redder rivers of good vine
Lost souls in the blue vortex reaching for a breath, a slice of divine
Time, time, time
is on my side
Time is a stored clock that is just
mine.
I will slowly move new poems and new stories to my site…site is not public, at least not for now, and maybe never will be open to the public. Probably will be used for scanning and printing of the mentioned songs and stories.
The comment will be always set to off, as I said I dont have time or patience for petty squabbles.
Also, I have read the WhatsApp message, I will still write, this is a beautiful thing about writing…you can write anywhere…even just for yourself.
You got my number and we still need to drink that pint of beer…
Cheers!🍺