We'll have the Night instead..Hanging Starson thirsty Skies,the handpicked Dreamsbasking in the Moonlight.Living swayingly,like dancingon the surface of a Midnight skyas insects kiss the Water Lilies.Mesmerized by the Lightemitted by Dreamers,we witnessthe Universe unfold before us.We're offered the Sunby the hands of Reality.We, cats, will have the Nightinstead..
enjoy the rideSomewhere o Clock screams:"Tragedy"Tastethe sweetness ofDespairlike cake servedin a rotting Tea PartySpiralingthe Illusions explodetriggered by self inflictedGuiltAgainst the Reflection in an empty mindI only remember this emotionNailing on our masksso our colours will leakInhale the addicting scentof MaliceYellow roses dressed inRed thornsMetaphors of the EmotionSanity's drowningintoxicated, insanecraving one more lickof the Painful Wonderland If you hate me so muchfor the masochist I amAt least allow me to sufferin the many shades ofDesire...Now what did you gainreading a disturbing entryof a demented mind?
the Night of the FirefliesIt was only himand a reflectionon the surface of the lakeThe Night of the FirefliesAs he sat amongthe starsthe boy with a dreamer's eyesSwallowed the firefliesto keep this memoryburning inside himfor he never felt happier.
The Girl with the ParasolThe girl with the parasolis walking along a sea of fireleaving wet footprints in the sunsetthe proof of her daydreamingon a beachsoon to be carried awayby the tidesunder Heavens that bleedthe different coloursof loveshe twirls playfullyenamoured by the sun's burninggaze as he watchesAnd humming a lullabyfor the moon to comeshe disappearswithin the starry sky
for a Castle in the SandI know you've heard it beforeLike the cat that was told a million timesThat all of our dreamsare castles in the sandOne might call them uselesssince their fateis to be swept awayby the currents ofLifeAnd I know they are justshadows of a phantomslipping through these fingersAnd I know they are ephemeralbound to crumble somedayBut I also knowI'd give up all my remaining yearsin a heartbeatfor a castle in the sand
I've always liked the rainI have always liked the rain.The melancholic memoriesriding each dropletThe songs of lost Happinessdrowning in the water puddlesI have always liked the rain.What a sight to beholdWhat a divine melodyWhile a thousand souls fall to their deathWhile the heavens are cryingAh, yes!I have always liked the rain.
The End of the WorldI love youI feel itI just can't tell youOf all my dreamsof usI had made in my little fantasy worldYou love meI never knewI'll never knowof all your hopesabout usyou had in this still momentA walk on the beachhand in handnever face to faceSilenceToo afraid to admit...5 seconds before The EndI seeAll the things we wouldn't darewhispering to each otherMeaninglessnow that we're standingat the end of the Worldtic tic tic...boom...
There is Beauty in everythingI am a creator, a smaller Godin pursuit of "Beauty"And I knowFor I have felt itThere is beauty in everythingI have seen their eyesThe colour of despairTheir body, a canvasthe knife,the divine brushI give life to my utopiasin the coloursof blood and shadowsI have heard itThere is beauty in everythingThe Swan Song of a worthless liferiding upon her last breathThe choir of screams and pleasdancing in the scented air-Truly a heavenly melodyrolling off the lips of the Devil-I have seen itThere is beauty in everythingA simple mind cannot graspthe wonders createdwith the body as clayA sculpture out of a sculpturethe parts that are cut offthe unnatural angle of the limbsWho could ever deny...They call my creations "crimes"They call my art "atrocious"But that sort of thing cannot beAnd even if it was brutal....there is beauty in everything
A poem about nothingAyto einai ena poiima gia olakai gia tipotaGia kathe erota poy afise ta simadia toystis sarkes tis psyxisOla ta oneira poy ekapsan oi flogestis ntropisoste na mhn ta deis kai trekseis makriaToys fovoys poy heri heri kryvosastansta skotadiaeos otoy papsoyn oi arrostes krayges tissiophsDen vgazoyn noima oi lekseis poy kyloynDen peirazeiDen eixan pote kapoion skopoSto eipaEinai ena poiima gia olakai gia tipota--------------------------------------------------Translation:This is a poem about everythingand nothingAbout every love that's left it's scarson the flesh of the soulThe dreams that were burned by the flamesof Shameso you don't see them and run awayThe fears, with which holding hands you hidin the darkuntil the sick screams of silence ceaseThe words tha flow make no senceIt's okayThey never had a purposeI told youIt's a poem about everythingand nothing