Loose the heart in your soul

Rain poors outside my tears. Talk to me, but not like that.

You saw my rain fall down upon my cheek. Again you see my heat in the night.

I can stand here out in the rain. But im all alone inside me.

Talk to me, want my love. But not my fear.

Who will know, know my truth behind my tears, who want to see the fragile soul in my rain?

There is so many "but" in a heart, so many doubts in brain. But as long as my tears are raining down, there is no buts, no fear, only a truth that haunts me every single day.

I loose controll, i loose my sensibillity of the truth.

Talk to me, leave the fear out of this. Just talk to me and want my love. But not like that....

Words are dangerous, use your feelings please....

Is it too late to say i love you? Is it too late to say im sorry? Iknow only one thing... Talk to me, want my love, dry my tears shine my sun in me. Only you can.... Please.....

Fairytale gone splitted

Fairytale fell apart its in peaces on the floore. The cursed shadow from the mirror from that fairytale splittered a dream a broaken hearted girl once had.

One more dream she sayed, one more and i will be gone. One more dream she wanted with the love of her life.

She wanted be loved, but it fell on that cold floore, it was a fairytale that lasted only that night she loved.

Under a warm blanket....

Open up, becouse i love you. Echoes still sound between the walls in her ear drum.

Feelings that once were woved, are now cold in a dark cave with the most closed eyes.

Her memories of how warm arms wrapped around her were like melted ice cream in her heart, now are frozen to an icecikle that no one dears to lick with its naked tounge.

Fairytale fell apart, her fairytale.

Still she talks to her self, but not like that.....

Silent are they trees so beautiful...

Night over dover, sinks once when we were small.

Time flew over our voices inside our head.

Near, close as we patronise. Me you, we both know where we begun.

Heart feels something warm, no its not sauna.

I will lay down my guns, and sweap my wings around you.

My words are silent, my thoughts are a secret. Everytime i close my eyes, i see the world you dont see.

When morning comes, maybe i am not there to hold you as i did this night. Iknow only that this night we laughed and shared something you and me share in theese final houers.

When morning comes, i will be off, somewhere no one needs me like you did. Somewhere where i am no body, there i shall walk alone. People everywhere, people walking blinded, maybe by the sun but sure as hell they dont know me. Iguess they are blinded by the sun...

Forgive me for this morning, remember me for last night. Maybe i dident kiss you enough, maybe i dident hold you hard enough. But as far as i calculated, i loved you harder then you know, more enough then you ever thought.

My road leads me to a star, you know that one to the left of the one to the right, yeah my road leads always me there.

I am only a child to god, only a grown up to a child. I am nobody, but still famous enough for they who me know well.

I am that dream you always had, i can be who ever you want, but tonite i was the one that i wanted, i was the one that loved you as you needed in your heart. Tomorrow you can be again who ever you want, but right now when you close your eyes, both of us know that we shared more then anyone else knows.

I will lay down my heart next to your pillow when you fall asleep, so you remember me always as the one that knew you by you. When you open your eyes in the morning, its then i close mine, becouse iknow you made the night safe and sound, my work is then done, i fly away from you, never again i am who i was.

I never was......

I never was......

I cant make you love me, if you dont love me.

Fucked up blueberrys

Like blueberrys tightened to my fist, i survive the situation of the world.

I respect that im rude, i respect that you are fucked up. But tonight im taking whats mine.

Dont ask my forgivness, i never wanted yours.

Blame the sun and its saunset, never blame me that the early snow fell, tonight i will make you fall.

Pain, im not rude, im only giving you what belongs to you, i think you lost it. Now you know how it was.

Blue berry tightened to my fist, i smash your face with it. Lights shine on my way i walk, i never fucking asked for that, but my uncle Boris choosed that for me.

Sometimes i smile, but not for you, i smaile becouse iknow you will fail.

Depressions is one of my many lifes, that came when you smiled and said hi...

Wind blows to west, and the breeze came from east. I smoked up my cigar, still i breath the same poisened air that you do.

Dont blame me for smoking, you fart in the same air i breath.

Give me your life, and i will never give mine to you, fuck you.

Reason to say fuck you.... YOU!

You want me? Fuck that you aint having me, my fantasies you spoke away, you said once my name, i still wonder how you remember my surname.

Pain is your name, and that we all know, becouse we feel it when ever you come around.

Palmtree

Out of my palm, a tree grows big and strong.

I wait for the palm tree to grow a fruit, years will pass. As my heart, years will pass...

One day i said; i give this fruit to the one that deserves it.

As my heart, for the one who deserves it.

I sang while years passed, i dreamed while years passed by.

I died once, i lived onced, but never with passion.

I joined forces of unthinkable thoughts of darkness. I joined people that never understood me.

Many stars i looked at, many stars i saw fall from heaven above.

It was then i closed my eyes with a small wet tear on my cheek, who once fell from my eye.

Thousends of knifes cutted my heart, hundreds of vains in my heart died.

Night was young, stars still only watched at those lucky once, they never saw me.

Passion of love, flew out one cold night time. I still wonder where?

A tree grows from my palm, big and strong.

Years it took before the january song could forfill its dreams for me, to fill that fruit with juicy stuff that only a dream can discover to a naked taste buds.

One day, iknew i could pick that away from my palmtree, becouse iknew aswell that the stars now saw me, when ever i looked upon the sky, this time i saw them again with a tear, but no longer will that tear cut my heart with sharp edges. It will touch my heart with promissing love of gold and silver that only a dream can wove to me and my love.

Her eyes, that was what it took, the rest, yeah the rest is a rear love story only made by God....

I started this, now i am ending this

A fool who dont think clear always involves in a battle with hunger after kill with only one strike, becouse that is his way of showing power.

A leader always involves in a battle with the knowlidge that he might get killed.

A heroe is he who knows he is entering a battle that could get him killed, but hopes that his fellow ship brothers will survive.

Never start a battle against a stronger force, if you need to go in to a battle, be sure you know what you have for kind of armory, and what you know you are willing to loose, and know what you are gonna loose.

Some things is maybe neacesery to loose, just to keep your freedom. Remember William Wallaces words, they can take our lifes, but they can never take our freedom....

Are you willing to loose your own children just to save your own freedom?

If you are prisiner in a cave you built, and you want out of there, are you willing to sacrifice your most loved ones; your children just to get out of the cave and smell the freedom?

How much will you pay for just see the blue sky in your smile?

Some people say, let it be, dont loose what you love the most. Some people say, you need your freedom, you have to think of your self too.

How do you mix theese two kinds of thoughts?

I am willing to loose mye children for my freedom, yes.... Becouse i am not a human without my freedom, and my children will have their freedom even if i loose them. My freedom is important to me, so are my childrens.

But i can not live without my blue sky in my smile.

And what is then my blue sky in my smile?

It is my future becoming wife, she is my freedom and who i am willing to sacrafise my children for. My war i started tonight, is all about to have my freedom with her.

I dont loose a battle without blood from my opponent in my hands, i share the blood just to have my freedom.

She can take my life away from me, but she can never take my freedom from me

Chocolate flavored appels under a tree

Under an tree i wait for you. Under a dark appel i wonder and stare against the stars.

I walk with my eye and wonder where the stars from midevil time took off.

Look at the boy who sang a song bout saving a rich girl, who fell in love with a boy who sang da dam di dam...

Under a dying tree i look at the footsteps from the soul from the tree went against the sunset.

Footsteps still smelled fresh.

Hate is strong, but a warming heart from a young boy is stronger. Under that tree i shutted my eyes and dreamed bout Kings and Queens in a forreign land, how are they by the way doing today?

Saved by a bell that rang in once in a school that had teachers as projecting missils against the poor children.

Rich girl took off with a boy with a guitarr. She had her doubts, becouse he never sang that song she wanted, i did.

I opened my eyes, sun thrue the oak leafes struggled it thrue all the apples that was hanging like a hanged man in rope. Im heading against to save a planet, walk with me.

Open your hand and sing with me, dont forgett to smile. No one ever listens to a guy who will save a planet or a girl, i am thou simple.

Sweet as appelpie, sweet as a saved planet or a candy in sweet water made by salt and chocolate flavored dreames.

One girl asked once if i like sea salt flavored chocolate, i said yes, she took me by the hand and flew me to a taco world, we ate, watched stars, and smiled, coz we knew life were hard, but yet so beautiful.

Peter once came home, told his mum where the dragon who burned his tounge once were? She smiled at him. Peter is young, very strong minded.

Look at that boy.

Father use to say, where are you heading my son, i never answered, he never were my father, my is dead.

Everybody, join me, sing with me. I only enjoy the life we made, and the life that never made us in time, it missed the bus from Staten Island.

I sit under an appel tree waiting for an appel to fall, i shared that fallen appel with my love, and we smiled, becouse the sky were ment for us.

I sit under a tree....