The lady of the wolf is in pain,
For she can’t escape from reality,
When the moon is crescent and it increases her pain,
For every gaze at it reminds her of the agony,
A misery so deep that her wolves howls,
With every touch of her hand that suppose to bring joy,
Where has all the happiness went?
Seems like only yesterday she make treads of silver stars,
The galaxy united over her gentle trotting by the woods,
Today she’s in pain,
A pain so deep that bruised her veins,
When she can no longer do anything but weep,
In a dying agony of a disbeliever,
Howling to the bleak crescent moon above…
Novenia – 22.07.2011 – 20.03
A poetry book that will take you into the depth of words through a maze of emotions and feelings..
Friday, 22 July 2011
On The Edge
I suppose I am outraged by envy,
When worthiness has no longer worth the fight,
I dream of sinking myself in blood,
My own blood dripping from my veins..
The pulsating thumps of the heart,
That goes weaker by the loss of red,
Slowly losing grip of the near nothingness,
Until darkness overcome light and all is still..
Novenia – 22.07.2011 – 19.48
When worthiness has no longer worth the fight,
I dream of sinking myself in blood,
My own blood dripping from my veins..
The pulsating thumps of the heart,
That goes weaker by the loss of red,
Slowly losing grip of the near nothingness,
Until darkness overcome light and all is still..
Novenia – 22.07.2011 – 19.48
Thursday, 2 June 2011
The Game
Let’s play a little game,
It’s call deception and betrayal,
Where envy and self centerness is the key..
To come out as the most celebrated,
One must deny himself,
Betray the world of most,
And completely drench in sin..
Complete the circle of courses,
By doing dances with corpses,
Hail the wolves of destiny,
Under the full moon in mutiny..
Novenia – 23.01.2011 – 21.45
It’s call deception and betrayal,
Where envy and self centerness is the key..
To come out as the most celebrated,
One must deny himself,
Betray the world of most,
And completely drench in sin..
Complete the circle of courses,
By doing dances with corpses,
Hail the wolves of destiny,
Under the full moon in mutiny..
Novenia – 23.01.2011 – 21.45
Thursday, 12 May 2011
Somewhere In The Corner
I'm sitting here now, silently waiting..
In the depths of thoughts and mix emotions,
In the sense of belonging but not yet longed,
In a somewhat one way judgement of unfairness.
People passes by, glimpses occasionally out of curiosity,
Flickering through the pages of the book I hold in hand,
Merely just a way to let the time passed by..
Some distance voices taking me aback,
Of an appointment that I should come across in time.
Regular faces of blank stares again and again..
The never ending gaze of an elderly has taken me to the future,
Will I be the same like her?
Or will I just be still in this moment and don't care less about the future?
A swish of light air touches my bare skin,
I shall wake up from these trancending of the brain.
As I gaze that face written with life experience,
I said goodbye to the white and blue table of anticipation..
Novenia - 12.05.2011 - 20.33
In the depths of thoughts and mix emotions,
In the sense of belonging but not yet longed,
In a somewhat one way judgement of unfairness.
People passes by, glimpses occasionally out of curiosity,
Flickering through the pages of the book I hold in hand,
Merely just a way to let the time passed by..
Some distance voices taking me aback,
Of an appointment that I should come across in time.
Regular faces of blank stares again and again..
The never ending gaze of an elderly has taken me to the future,
Will I be the same like her?
Or will I just be still in this moment and don't care less about the future?
A swish of light air touches my bare skin,
I shall wake up from these trancending of the brain.
As I gaze that face written with life experience,
I said goodbye to the white and blue table of anticipation..
Novenia - 12.05.2011 - 20.33
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
The Lady Of The Wolf
As dark as the night could be,
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
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
The Answer
When darkness arrives..
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..
But then..
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
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..
But then..
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
The Question
If the warm air could speak a thousand words,
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
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
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