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The Symbol of the Bird

by sahwar.deviantart.com

Symbols of sorrow,
in the world of tomorrow,
fly like a sparrow,
sting like an arrow!

Life is a Game, kids, just let it go now!
Strife abounds everywhere, so pledge on that vow,
make sure you jump above, above that deceitful cow,
remember, remember the feast in December, that vow!

You won't get far just by charm,
you must be smart or it'll cause you harm,
be brave like Hercules or you'll likely lose an arm,
like a phantom from above, like a wolf near the farm.

The powers of the Universe unto you transferred,
what would you do with them, it's seems so absurd,
make your own adventure, just don't take my word,
life sure is strange, opportunities fly away like a rare bird.

01 December 2014, Bulgaria

The Veil Revealed

by sahwar.deviantart.com

In times dark and dangerous, when one must take caution,
alchemists would run around making a magickal potion,
when empires fell and people gave rise to a nation,
this was indeed a most wonderful sensation.

Knights and wizards all had the wonderful intention,
all the world's secret knowledge to hold in retention,
to become masters of the Mysteries as designation,
it's all part of Nature's plan for universal gnostic impregnation.

The old bards also forgot to mention,
that one should pay his duties some good attention,
or else all the glory of the world will end in desolation,
it is all a matter of heavenly determination.

I heard the guards shout before there was a large detonation,
a most curious sight of impeccable and terrible devastation,
one should be humble and must be in a rather different devotion,
before the final hour strikes and the quest ends in alleviation, at last, restoration...

And, finally, ajar is opened the potion with the golden solution!

30 November 2014, Bulgaria

The Architect of Despair

a song by sahwar.wordpress.com

It's never the right time to be,
it's always something too aloft to see,
don't make me cry, I'm a human, not a bee.

I'm figthing the struggle, don't let me down, but set me free,
it's not something that one can easily foresee,
it's like I'm one of heaven's or devil's employee.

Life is a game of painful bore,
don't let me down, it's you who I adore,
let's venture together from the sunset-lit ship ashore.

I don't want to be like before,
destiny sure is one revengeful whore,
will it all end just as simply a peasant's lore?

Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!

Don't let me down, I'm the architect of despair!
I sense something strange going on in the air!
I see us in the future as a dangerous pair,
but don't let it go as something for repair!

24 November 2014, Bulgaria

Hollow
by
sahwar.deviantart.com

I.

Hollow, hollow as the death of tomorrow.
Follow, follow was the saint of sorrow.
Allow, allow the faint of an arrow,
low, low as the wheel of a forsaken barrow.

Smack me down the valley of despair,
hack your way through the alley of repair,
dare to sack out in the galley of a pair,
fare like a bossy man who just became a heir.

Looking for the missing spall,
seeking the golden apple after the fall,
peaking over the vanity of it all,
shattering apart that forsaken soul.

It is the whole world that you make,
it is the dole of power that you take,
you keep running and fighting for that prized cake,
but is really worth dying just for its sake?

II.

The sky is looing down on that old pine,
where there slides a really bold vine.
It is all messed up really like a sine,
everything will suffice as long as you're fine

The plot is getting all the bad hope, like a sad fate,
the allot flags you a dope before the last cast gate,
don't make me say what sort of state
is that we're in my dear old mate...

She spoke long of the final temptation,
don't poke the song while at the rusty station,
the red moon is full of all the regretful mention
of all those who seek real and tasteful attention.

Painting a picture with the sky under medical attendence,
is it all really about that painful radical endurance,
the hawk calls for a dancing drop of philosophical perseverance,
will it all end as one giant crumbling biographical grievance?

23 November 2014, Bulgaria