I’ve found repentance
Through this vengeance
A perfect penance
Resting in this resurrection
An angel ascending
With each...
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i could have been there
to comfort and to counsel
i could have been there
close to your window
to whisper and to watch
——You
but the word “could”
is just the word could
i “will” is more than my
—-concept..
Burn my body into ashes
______as my soul sip wine
on this flemish mat
accompanied with a chariot of fire
let my doom be over.
We
do
not
remember days
we
remember
moments
” we do not remember days we remember moments”
3rd “single” off of the album “Prelude,” dropping July 25th.
Free download at http://botaz.bandcamp.com.
Since the life i´m given is one
and the spirit i possess is on
i beseech you my atittude to strike
strike reality hard to be realized
to output an enormous glory
from my sweat and struggle
i request the seed of misconception
to grow in a retard declination
to hold the snake by the tale
regardless of its risk and pain.
”And verily an inner voice
said
realize your objectives
and leave behind
dissapointments and broken feelings
your goal is the true frame of your
happiness
something you can trust in
one thing that will never dissapoint you”
When calculus seems tough
and my brain feels stucked
i relax and write a poetry
when my heart feels cold
and its wall looks old
i seek comfort from poetry
bed of roses exist not in reality
if they do,definitely not till eternity
but they do in my written poetry
when the music hits my soul
i shed a couple of memories untold
through a single means called poetry
what is lifes meaning without art?
what is living without poetry,infact?
Let my name be written
on the plataform of gold
and should be a refrence
to my soul,that in the days
of tosin my wisdom and body
worked its fingers to the bone.
Airplane´s shadow running across
the latitude of the moon
foot´s sidekicking,tyres screeching
beautiful faces worn out
windows sliding,people spying
picture snapping,cheerfull faces
make hail before the night falls
tonight is to enslave our worries
tomorrow is to attend to the calls.
Sitting on this sand
facing the ground
the breeze is calm
to dry up my cry
the wave is wild
to light up my mind
the sun is very mild
to brighten up my day
i pen down my heart
to spill out my pain.
Rose
“pluck my flavour,smell my aroma
we ain´t far from our own vision
ride with me in the luxurious fantasy
see the cliff of joy,panorama of its mother
and the seed it yielded to build us shelter.
Ironic, how you turn to become the reality
of this panorama,laying in the bay of joy
be rest assured your joy is my own joy
and your beauty is the beauty of my fidelity
not the sun will scorch me nor melt me away
the moon can´t mislead my heart for the day
together,forever, we are twisted like a coil
the only seperation between us is an eclipse”. Rose
The land of milk flowing with honey
the cliff of heaven in the morning
the throne of sapphire in the evening
cruel hearts, beautiful souls,living
eyelids soaked in liquids with a smile
dont worry, mama africa is just so fine.
