A glimpse beyond innocense

Despicable, hypocrite, deceiving, jealous, pitiful…all sublime words that brilliantly dignifies the tweaking aesthetic misconceptions of existence.Profane condolences and humble apologies for the generous and narrowed golden cage, but I prefer to dwell upon evanescent dreams of my land.Ethical, evidence, extreme, euphoric …distorted beliefs. To thee oblivious shall crowned be.In grace, pious and immoral… how magnificent twisted are the "New Victorians". A venetian Carnival torment inflicted upon me...Not submitting, not accepting, not becoming! - A statement of fainted words seeded throughout times.

Blessed be, you that in its "tuning", lack the ability to reach the hidden, nor have the strength to unmask.Unfolded, unaware, unseen… crumbs spread out. A path chosen… my poison,the truth. The cycle has begun; the burden uplifted … an autumn breeze unveils the silent bloom and bides farewell to the moaning of the cold.

Here was I...tangled in a spiderweb of thoughts, when suddenly life gave a another turn in its wheel. The simplicity within our complex quests. I was grabbed by the smile, hope, dreams...the strength of young blood that rushes through time and cuts deep. Each and every drop of laughter arised as a sweet melody. Three were the gentle breezes which spoke tales of glory, unblinding me from the dark cold. I am not alone!I feel the beating of hope. It stirs all around me,spilling the nectar of thruth. A spring blooming, as its colors awake the dark room. Once more, the sweet melody of silence...I can see. Smoothly I walk, tinny footsteps towards you. Althought pride forbides the reflection,the mirrow keeps us bound through warmth of trust and feelings untolded.
The sparkling beauty,the island of Circe, chants of Nimphs, weaving your dreams perfection, until the answer strikes you as thunder. Enlightened, naked from all fears, you will walk through torturous burning thoughts. I throught cutting memories of the past...all shall be unveiled.In thruth we are one, bounded...so near.

It’s raining outside....I hear the wind whispering against my window… It’s been ages and still, seems like yesterday. I endured all inside, the pain, the sorrows, the rage, the dreams. The clouds started to unite, the sky bared the grey shade of all my thoughts as my soul’s burst started to gather. The torture to write or not, where was inspiration, where is passion in life? Where are the glimpses picking in every corner of my numb strolls, closed in the disturbing thoughts of society and its glory?!
In this chosen never ending path… I fly, fly away and yet caught in this beloved golden cage you’ve belt with beat and strikes of love. And there am I, the ancient book of knowledge, the three deities whirling as one and then that voice joins them in a theatrical play of murmurs: Why? Why? Why? – Once more, trapped!
The spell is unleashed once more. What could I expect? Blindness is the most peculiar form of it all. Why should it be different? Why should I still dream? Why I believe in the vision? Just to disturb my mind! To wrap in some wonderland fairytale, when all I’ve knowned is the stabs of reality. Still, as I keep my little flame burning, its light fades day by day, a price too high to pay.