Wednesday, 11 August 2010
I’m listening to the howling of the wolf..
Far in the distance beyond the grave of mankind,
Weeping sorrow of the hound tear the flesh of my heart..
Where the wound exposes the dark sweet thick blood,
Dripping nervously when the wolves picked up the scent..
A mixture of taste on my tongue,
Where shall I find the remedy for my soul?
On with the whimpering prey!
Let them devour on the weak darkling creatures,
The dark lady will be dancing..
To the rhytmn of pure ecstasy for the new born disciples..
Novenia – 09.08.2010 – 21.37
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
I can see you gleams in the brightest light,
Reassuring that you'll always be there,
To wash away the black,
To brighten up my days,
To catch me when I tripped over..
How do I claim my expectations?
I won't find them in the gentle breeze of the night's wind..
Not in the tide current flow of the vast ocean,
Not even in the howling of the lonely wolf at the peering moon..
You have the answer, I'm sure!
The answer that will keep me on the edge of insanity..
Let that answer add the complexity of us..
Novenia - 30.03.2010 - 1.35
Would they listen too?
If a goddess could sing such wonderful tunes,
Would she cry in the same tunes too?
If you’re so sweet and caring,
Would you hurt me too?
Questions.. Questions.. Questions..
Playing in the merciful minds..
Should I obey or disregard them?
Should I compile or dissemble them?
Should they be scattered or be communed?
Questions, oh.. Questions!!!
Novenia – 30.03.2010 – 11.20
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Questioning everything in her mind whether she should go ahead or stood still..
For those questions are playing tricks on her,
Create illusions that makes her believe in the unreal..
She can't make further decisions..
Where should she go?
To the great unknown darkness in front of her?
Or to the never ending sadness she had left behind?
She has made up her mind..
Of the later should be just left forgotten..
A future awaits for her,
No matter how dark and uncertain as the swift of the southern wind..
She makes a step forward and opens her arms to welcome whatever comes her way..
Novenia - 3.3.2010 - 1.17
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Tears and blood on my face,
I held my breath,
Covering my nose with my bloody palm..
Those are not my blood..
Those are the fresh red stains from my sister,
My once beloved sister that loves to run about on the field,
My sweet little angel that comes running, when I reached home from the farm..
No more sweet laughter, no more little giggles when I tickle..
That cold stiff faint smile, adorn her now blood covered cheeks..
Why did you have to go so soon?
Another loud bangs of bullets..
My papa and mama!
You’ve departed now..
Move to another dimension, toward a better destination, they said..
Farewell my guardian of the soul, Farewell my goddess of heart..
May you finally find your happiness..
Together, as you laid now, with your blood covered hands intertwined..
I love you mama, I love you papa!
Bangs and bangs followed..
A sigh was all that left..
I’m all alone now..He’s gone..
My hero, the one I always count on..
The arms that used to hold me during thunderstorm..
Now fall to the ground helplessly..
Goodbye my brother..
You’ll stay in my heart forever..
I hear nothing now..
If those bullets doesn’t kill me..The stillness in this room under the floor WILL!!
I picked whatever left of me, crawled silently towards the opening..
I can see the grass..green and lush..as if asking me to run with them..
I must run to freedom! I must slip away! I must fled!
I ran! I ran! I ran!
I didn’t look back..no hopes of returning..
My family are merely a memoir now..
Then I heard those words..
Those foul words of a killer..
“Goodbye Shoshanna!! Have a great life..”
I ran faster..
On a silent oath of a bitter revenge..
(My interpretation of Shoshanna Dreyfus’ feelings when she witnessed her whole family got killed in front of her eyes, and she’s the only one managed to escape from the massacre. – Inspired by the movie: Inglorious Basterds, 2009)
Novenia – 19.01.10 – 10.44
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Darkness..consuming my soul..
In the hollowness of the heart, emptiness of the melody..
Helpless..fail to reveal the truth..
In the broken memoirs of the later and the missing past..
Here I am,
Struggling and fighting,
Kicking and scratching,
But you’ll never know..
No more rhythm..
No more beats..
Nor the laughter of joy..
Or a string of solitude..
Take my fading soul..
If I should break these tombs..
Of never ending sorrow..
Darkness once again slowly consuming..
Until there’s nothing left in it,
My soul or what the left of it,
Vanished into thin air..
I can’t breathe anymore..
Sunday, 10 January 2010
For you can’t see the truth..
You’ve been blinded by greed and thirst of blood...
You’re the cursed bloody creatures of the undead…
May your souls detained by the stained clothes of your burials!
Those unwashed stain that has been cursed by Satan himself!
Damned be your spirits and not a reverse can be done for the state…
You will all forever be condemned in the cold, quite dark corners of the tomb…
For you may only spend a day in eternity, just a day!
To let your souls glitch, to taste the faint glimpse of the bright light..
Where you should have been! Where you should have deserved!
But you won’t have it!
You’re the damned!
You’re the cursed!
You’re a waste!
You have only a day in eternity, to dance!
Dance inside the cursed grave of your damned souls…
Dance like you never dance before…
It will only last a while…
You’re the cursed!
You’re the damned!
You’re the wretch!
Dance away, and be the forgotten souls forever…
Novenia – 09.01.2010 – 21.15