Thursday, September 07, 2006


When do you fly
Up high in the sky?
When do you fall
Down against the wall?

Rise of the Sun
Fall of the Day
Sound of a Gun:
Blown away.

Cloudbursts and rain
Colours and pain
The holy green grenade
An excuse for insanity

Angels or mere men
The End is the same:
A good man is dead
Or a friend lies in bed

The world goes on
With or without you,
Just another thing
That matters only to me.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


Six souls, brave as Nature
All alone in the wilderness
The Sun, no stars and a mountain
And some of them, topless :P

The gal, she was brave
The fat man raved
And the old, tired as ever
Yet on they did go,
All the way! Bravo!
And at the end, they were glad as ever!

And Lo! They saw it:
The Azure sky, the hidden myst
And a cloud that formed
A thin-ledge ridge

An Emerald Mountain
Did listen to their gait
Of thick forests and thin mountain trails
And ripped souls they did speak of...

Friday, September 01, 2006

Ride into the Sun

The Pagan Lord
Looked to the Stars
Of future s'ord
And Endless Mars

Of Blood Red Streams
The Stars did speak
Of Roman Legions
Conquering, all the seek

The Silver Sickle
Would crash and sway
Priestess of the Moon
Would fade away

The Moon is gone now
The Sun comes in
And shines o'er everything
Both big and thin

Yet gone, it is not
She hovers in the sky
Hidden by the Sun's Gaze
The Moon, Pure and White

And centuries must pass by
When pray, we do not
Then the Moon we'll see again
Nature's True Child's only Lord.