"So much to live for, so much to die for"
Once said the lonely wanderer, a Dead Boy
I can't keep up with him, nor can you
We are lost forever in this new world of man

"Little hideaways for a lonely heart"
Once said the scriptum, the piano's song with grace
Apart from that, we live for the moment
The moment we're at, it'll never come back

"Time is of the essence"
I yelled with pride
Born to be a leader,
My hands were tied to life's wheel
"I hear but how will I see?"
The siren's song brings me to thee
I long for you…

I'm yearning for a catharsis
The world is yet to see
In my darkest of stories
And the darkest of me
It is yet to come indeed
Come aboard, enjoy this life
Close your eyes avoid all strife

How can I survive without romance?
How can I live? You can enhance
My will.

Catharsis, leave me be
Back off, you will see

I will never return, I'll be me
You freak, you killed my creations
You raped my words
Deceived my conceptions
Now listen to the sound of the chimes
Prepare to die in dismal anguish
No mercy from my contraptions
Fool. You killed a dreamer's dream tonight!

---…---
I love myself now as I have never done before.
I enjoy the presence of myself, and my aura.
I enjoy myself as much as you enjoy yourself and your aura.
I celebrate myself.
I sing myself.

I am in the hand of fate, the same one
That will surely guide you too on this road
This obstacle-filled course
One with treasures and an objective to consider,
A mission for life and for faith.
And for death.

Never judge books by their covers.
Never smile in the face of nobleness without you knowing its mirror
Smile in the face of evilness before you are touched by it.

My friends, you are for what I write what I write is for you
For you I sing this presence of me,
There were more before me that did it
A Whitman and a Holopainen who sung theirs…

I refuse the smoke of fanciness and cigarettes
The smoke of venom and the lies of the unclean;
I am not immaculate; I may be stained by my own sin.

In singing myself to the very end I end up ended by an ending without ending.
It is this ending that puts me on fire the most
The world would be dead without poets and poems.
The world would embrace cold end without stories.
My world would suffer,
That I know.
Shivers shall pour from head to toe…
I celebrate myself.
I sing myself.

There's a boy over there in the corner and his eyes are cascading.
He has no home, no mother, no father, no friends.
You and I have got them all.
The old boy asks for a piece…
He tries to smile at me, hurting me infinitely
No one else notices him besides me… I walk by…

"I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare."

You can only judge yourself and your actions.
Your selfish reactions. You can't
Judge someone else's.
Who am I to judge a politician, prostitute, priest, business man, criminal, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already

"There is no fear in a dream"
A child once said
I would say fear is only a big part of life,
Imagine the world without fear
Without anything to protect us from its phantoms
Thereby in singing myself I would say dreaming induces fear…

My child, open your eyes!

---…---
I celebrate myself.
I sing myself.

Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels
with shirts bagg'd out at their waists.
There were three stories and I am in need to tell you these
Three stories about a soul I wish to celebrate and sing
Three stories carried in a heart dying on an angel's wing.

I
Once a dream flew to me and I opened my eyes too late
I knew that I was about to be punished by fate for my insolence
A dark chest arose and collected my soul and flew away and threw it away
I did not ask questions but I did not see, that no more it was me, the person singing in its self
I dreamt day and night for a place by His side
For I was in great need of help not having a clue about a key to my soul
The chest looked locked for me forever...
Until one day. I asked a riddler
"What happened to my soul?"
"You lost it to a dark chest of wonders"
"Get it back for me"
"Dear Wayfarer, Son of the Earth, your soul you will have back in your body
My quest is finished and my heart is cloudy"
"Riddler riddler make me wonder what's the meaning of life
What's the use to be born and then die
Make me guess who's the one
Behind the mask of Father and Son"
"Time will tell you all little child, retrieve your soul, the chest is won, the key is yours"

II
Is there a sun in my sight? Am I seeing star-light?
Gazing them stars always brings back memories
About a war, about a lost fight
The Neverland in my heart, the Wonderland in my dreams
Alice and the Mad March Hare, the adventures resting
In snowflakes in my palms, forever lasting.
Ghostly waters and a river
A lost song on a piece of paper
A lonely poet, a Dead Boy,
An Escapist dreaming far away,
Me and myself, whom I sing and celebrate.
"He will go down, he will drown drown, deeper down.
The river wild will take your only child.
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town.
We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down.
The river wild will be our last ride.
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town.
If you want me, then do come across."
Three angels' swaying scythes,
Three birds with nothing to give as gifts of innocence and truth
Three lords and a castle
Only one heart gone through a bloodbath!
Mine.
I will not dare to cross. "Death by a thousand cuts"
"Hey you, child of rape, the riverbed awaits
pitch-black, your life such strife"
"Snow white, beautifully shy as you are
Never lose your heart and do come across"
A duet between a Him and a Her, Gaia, Devil
A piece of music from a hallow symphony,
A darkened stage and a smiling puppet – on an opus #7 - black
A magical chord, from D to C, from G to A, from F to B, Em
I crossed the river... and lost a soul.

I managed to get it back through years of meditation,
Through months of preparation
As years passed I grew older, wiser, ready for bigger brawls,
I took the birds' faith and love, the Winter's Magic,
The purity of the snow and the Angels' power.

III
First scythe for The Wayfarer, and The Crow
Second scythe for the Ghost River, and The Owl
Third scythe for Damian the Elf, and The Dove
No scythe for The Swan, beauty's ultimate peak

Damian, Damian hear my wish
I will show you your heart if mine you'll wash
Damian the Elf and his cunning son
Drinking water by life's lagoon
Foreseeing in the mighty stars
Gazing nebulas and lost realms
All of this was due to stop
When memories were lost in time
As humans came with destruction from the top
Waving a gigantic blue:
Four horsemen of the apocalypse
The War, The Plague, Famine and Death
"They were given power over a fourth of the earth"
Catharsis on a grand scale
With silent music embroidering sweet Death
A black Sabbath tied to a slipknot mirroring Famine
Dark beetles carrying the Plague
Humans waging great War
Catharctic Damian the Elf.
Humans killed you and your son
Humans raped you and your soul
Humans destroyed life and burned down homes
Humans like me did not foresee
Breath of nature in the rusty leaves
Faces of the past,
Caressing the wilderness
Sleep untouched by War
Sleep forever away from Plague
Sleep and don't remember Famine
Sleep through Death, remember none.
Damian's rest, silence the silent
The hallows of yesterday
For him let us not play but pray.

---...---
I celebrate myself.
I sing myself.

Out of the blue
Out of misery
Out of the pain
Out of me and myself
An "I" I love
A "me" I worship
For forever.

For a second, just a second
I think of her my love
Love as fever
I burn of love
I swear to protect it, the love
From any Armageddon of plagued destinies
I'm burning with blood
To plead and to sing
Sing this song of myself...

I miss a touch
I miss a thought of love
I miss you
I miss her
I miss love
I miss cathartic love

I long for the icy touch of your lips
For a sip of yourself
For a fracture of your presence
A presence that used to fill my lungs
With oxygen.

Alone and succumbing to this mighty darkness
In the Power and the Magic of the Winter
I feel like a "wild child" with no awareness
Bitten by this poisonous memory,
The splinter of a shadowy melody.

Bleed and leave a path
Through all stars and through the comets
Bleed with me my love in this bloodbath
Remember with me these golden moments
Before I forgot who I was in times of dark loneliness
Before you forgot who you were... turning mermaids loose

A crimson ray of hope... a memory forgotten
A last piece of faith betrothed to failure, bathing in blood, sunrise of ash.

---...---
I write a verse in need of a pure heart
I write a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A cathartic opera
A smiling chord
A flat G, a pause, a bar
Saxes being played with passion
A lonely violin, solo
A gong waking up the dead
A guitar of the purest of classics
Timpani chiming, telling of truth
Choirs singing of me and myself
A symphonic architecture,
A silent sideshow on a stage
A contrabass, some strings
An organ, resting pipes
Uilleann figures' bagpipes in a verse of bore...
Awe and magic, mystery and determination
A piano and a harpsichord, keyboards of light and admiration,
The Song of Myself, the harp and the horn
The army of violins and the legion of cellos
Drummers ready!
A cathartic opera
Smiling to me, singing of longing
Telling the truth.

---...---
Awake and alive I sing
The Song of Myself, I bring
A burning Catharsis
A magical Oasis
A haunting emporium
Licks and tongues of venom
Impossible to fathom
A deadly betrothal.

---...---
Still I strive for an infinite of perfections
In a world of thousands of reflections
Of voices I hear coming and leaving
Of choirs I hear singing and laughing
Of voices telling of legends and betraying
Of choirs singing of heroics and obeying
An Eye, a Red Rose, a Dark Archangel, a Blue Lagoon.

-The Eye-
.
I will wait for you
"Above the universe
Beneath the Great Eye
I shall desire you forevermore"
We will bath in its immaculate holy heights
We will cleanse our souls in its purifying sights.
A twisted netherland
The immense Neverland
An Eye to see the dead
An Eye to forget the living
An Eye against which we wage a war
To stop fear and dread.
An eye like Sauron's
In Tolkien's Ring's novels
An Eye to be destroyed by a Frodo, a most powerful being
Cascade into fire, the Eye of power.

-The Red Rose-
.
Bloodthirst and berserk to flow from his veins
Hatred and pain to inflict into our hearts
The Ghost Rider's hatchet, the Universe's lance
A comet, a wanderer.
The Red Rose is at the heart of the world, it is the heart of this world
A lonely heart in a sea of green and black
A single heart to wield with pride
One single heart to forgive and love with
One single heart to forgive and love
The Red Rose symphony tells of wishes and cascades
Of Flowers no one's seen before.
Peace and beauty to flow from his veins
Love and innocence to inflict into our hearts
The Ghost Rider's Red Rose, the world's first and only heart
A star among galaxies.
He tasted the smell of a Red Rose... he tasted heart,
Love.

-The Dark Archangel-
.
The odor of prejudices poisons the air
The army of Angels storms the skies
Our nonchalance towards Gaia seems so unfair
The army of Angels follow His ways.

A Dark, chaotic, high Archangel
Whose mind was clouded by the Devil
Deserted the Holy army
And pledged allegiance to the Evil

Stories say he was almighty
That he had an iron will
That he ruled with no concern
That he followed his own rules
The fallen angel wanted us.

The Dark Archangel became traitor
Of God, of Bible and the Spirit
He hid himself from the Creator
From God, His will and the same Spirit
The Dark Archangel is in us.

-The Blue Lagoon-
.
Below the blazing morning sun
Beneath the coat of trees and forests
A magical sound embraced the air.
The smell of tan and paint were strong
On a rock beside the water
A young lady built and played
A lovely violin.

Songs of sirens and of oceans
Plays of mermaids and the sea
She sang watching the lagoon
The water in itself seemed to have understood
The siren's language,
The mermaid's tongue.
And the lady was beautiful, a seaman's perfect treasure
Such stupid beauty she was emanating
That I, the lagoon, almost dried when she put her foot in me,
When she came and bathed in me, in an ancient life I deserted and forsaken.
I cried when she left and remembered this moment
And I shall remember this moment until the end of my days
For now I am no more water but I'm flesh and bone
That girl was perfection walking on the Earth's ugliest face
I will search for her until I find at least a lock of her hair
A fragrance of her cathartic smell.
I was a Blue Lagoon and I understood everything… the songs brought my waters to her.

---…---
I celebrate myself.
I sing myself.

Another day has gone away
Another dawn was put to rest
Hasten the dawn as it fell down
Another night will leave its light
Sunshine rays in a forsaken nest;
Dead pyramids of time, a poem, a song; infinite rest

A cathartic poem,
"All the tales are told
All the orchids gone
Lost in my own world
Now I care for dead gardens."

Screams of ancient untold times
Sorrows of the past and future
One dimension rules them all
A fantastic show, infinity gone astray
One verse to break them all, break the wall
Take a turn to God to pray
The "Bulwark's" soul
Foolish and foul.

Return to the orchestra
The play is in its almighty apex
A soprano voice matching the organ's range
Sleeping specters on a candle bed
Strumming guitar classics and the harp's sweet sound
A midnight stellar concerto.

---…---
Imagination, a fantasy
Through time, reality
An empty man who wrote silent lines read them aloud
The Dead Boy's song; stanzas of awe
Truth is naked; the play is done
Life's hollow; the chords are shallow
I am the nobody in that song!

Passiontide, through blood and dust:
"Never sigh for better world
It's already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything I wish for the night".
"Teach me passion for I fear it's gone.
I live no more to shame nor me nor you.
And you… I wish I didn't feel for you anymore…"

A lonely soul,
The wolf's dark howl,
"The Ocean Soul."

---…---
The black piano is a wild world
The sound of its music is purifying
This verse of bore is more than life
Energies start to unfold
Aurora Borealis, D major alto
Life, such strife, astral inferno.

Then death's claw, the paw, the woe
Shall love your soul and body! Kill you! Disfigure you! Eat you! Massacre you!

---…---
Imagine an Eden; Imagine an island; Imagine a cave; Imagine the grave
Live through the waves; Cope with the winds; Survive the tides; an islander's life.

---…---
Share with me your life, your poem
Share with me your sunset and your words
Stay with me until the sun dawns in Salem
Stay with me and hear my play, the chords…

"Hear me dear Christabel,
Return to the Sea"

"And then she turned around and
Like one that shuddered, she unbound
The cincture from beneath her breast:
Her silken robe, and inner vest,
Dropt to her feet, and in full view,
Behold! her bosom - and her side..."

I told her to remember the ancient prophecies.
Twelve labors of Hercules
Twelve keys to the safe of my heart.

I went to slay a lion, the lion in my Nemean heart
A lion of deep silent solitude, ripping me apart.

I killed a hydra, the one thousandth Larnaean head
Serpents of lust and devotion encumbered in dread

A golden Hind to steal, a secret magic seal
Eden of Artemis, legendary hero, keeper of the Abyss

Capture a Boar like no other... skin of platinum and bronze
Erymanthian nights of desire... dark-lighted dawns

My mind, to clean, a stable, a bin,
Augean lore and a lover's sin

Oh Symphalian Birds of mine anguish and despair, hear me
Resign and flee from me, immediately!

Myths and legends and fairytales of Crete
A Bull to slay in instant hit!

I even managed to discover his lairs
And get back Diomedes's mares

Goddess of steel armor and desire, Amazonic heart burning on a pyre
Your girdle mine shall be, heroine Sire, Hyppolita's wrath fueling my fire

Geryon, monster of decades of eternal despair, fear and dread
The magic cattle I obtained with ease, swiftness and help from the Dead

Magic apples on the orchards of the Hesperides, nymphs, savage and alone
I stole apples, I've slain Ladon, I'm a hero with no throne

Mythical animal, Cerberus, task of golden will and strength
To bring back, protect, contain, a soul and a power of infinite length

Tasks and burdens of a life
I, me, myself, I adored
As a child
And I adore,
As a man,
As a human
As a poet,
As a writer
Of a Song
Of Myself.

---…---
Let grass turn iron-green
And skies fury-descending
As a last howl haunts us down
And comets and stars keep landing.

May it be your will,
That of the long-forgotten.
I will wait here for you then
For my hand, my pen, it's rotten.

Such fires from your eyes will keep
secrets of the lore intact, secure
while others seek to destroy, to purge
a heart like yours, infinitely pure.

Faith must not die, it is in us
I am here to sing before you
Listen or do not, I do not care
You shall then turn my skies to blue.

Live for life, live for the moment
The moment we're at will never come back
Thrive for the might, the silence of sin,
Tormentor of dreams, the lust, the pack.

An astral plane that calls you
In deep silent solitude
Heaven's touch, arcane rays
This Song, the last prelude.

I keep hearing your ancestral violin!
It is swaying in my dreams!
Forsaken, infected, mocked
It struck me with magic beams.

Let there be no obstacle
In this futile fool's course
No friend or foe to touch and pat,
No ideals, no remorse.

It is just between me and you.
The long lost poet and the world
I've got ink for a hundred still
But I feel fate's covered in mold.

---…---
What happened suddenly when all stars left my black crystal sky?
What happened suddenly when every speck of dust has diminished from the air?
When Ghosts of the Past are no more ghosts, but reality?
When I (poet) asked for infinite infinity?

Voices inside me yell with pride yet to be mentioned in the Universe
While the Solar System within me begins to cripple, to fade corrupted
Voices ask me to surrender to a greater cause. Dwindling stars back away…
I do not surrender yet humiliated I ask myself: "Why am I betrayed?"

Catatonic, in pain, lost through time, castaway in the vastness of the Void
I lie before you, empty and of will devoid.
And as your sight sears my heart, its wounds are being engraved into my soul
And it feels so good, yet I feel so cold.

Remember the times when we walked desperately to reach the light at the end of the tunnel
When we shed a tear, a thought, a smile and a laugh
When we bumped into endless swarms and waves of evil deeds, bad lucks, utter killer spawns
And we dived together through flames to face life so tough.

Yet memories are priceless,
And I felt it many times.
And your words seem so lifeless
And your tales are only lies.

I feel nothing
All is in vain
Your mind, putrefying
My body, in pain.

I feel
You taste
I see.
Lay waste!

Lost
Here.
Ghostly
Tear.

---…---
Slipstream, Vertigo, purple halls
The green rabbits, the wilderness calls.
A world of lost heavens, shallow blue
The plains of scorched grass, a varying hue.

Lullabies of ancestral blackstorm visage
The turquoise waterfalls without an age
A master of the puppets waking us all up
While our own dreams tear us apart.
While our own dreams are being torn apart.

The Stars will keep calling our names
Yelling with pride, burning in flames
Teaching us lessons of our own souls so dire
Taking us higher, lighting the fire, burning on the pyre.

All
The Times
We kept complaining
Have since been lost…
It is far from over.
Give yourself the rebirth
You've waited for
In this
Void.

Does your aura fade?
For mine sure does.
My song of pain made
Your heart, burnt it was.

No more stories left in vain
On this godlike, evil pain.
The tormentors reckon doom
And they thrive in gloom.
Give in to the boom.

No more stories.
No more pain.
No more torment.
No more lies.
No more.

---…---
Up and down, from left to right
I am being dragged and ripped apart
I'm consumed by every day
Passing by, fleeing away.

My saviors, deliver me to the blue
For it is the thing with the purest hue
I am dead but have no clue
What am I thinking? What shall I do?

The bass lingers in peace
The drums are rested for an eternity
While chants shade a black bliss
And I am being devoured into deep infinity.

Bore, poison, rust
Elements will turn to dust.
I will vanish and
my soul will meet its destiny.

---…---
Pain!
I wish this was sweet in vain
The longest carousel inside a paradise park
The Utopian neighborhood of my heart
Entrenched by bane,
My thoughts to tame.

Lost!
Forever and always I am
Lost to the world I pretend
To Love, to pat, to kiss, to blend
My own fan to be,
My own idol, I can.

One hundred and three stanzas of rust
This rust that poisons my shaking breath.
Hold me tight for I might not survive the lust
Let me pray. Show me the wreath.

Astonished!
And condemned,
Doomed to the fate of the unforgiven
Spawned with blood and steel,
Tortured, ruptured by my own will.
With no more coffins left to fill...,
In love, I kill…

---…---
Thou shall stand terrified,
Thou shall know of fear
And when it is gone,
Thou shall shed this tear
Of gold.

Take my heart with thee
Into the dark netherworld.
There where's the end of all glee
And snow is sad and cold,
Like you.

Kiss and pat
This moment we're at
It'll never come back
Believe me in that!

I feel like the Champion of Dreams,
The one bound to survive terrific sins
The one entwined to a life of loneliness
The solitary me, empty, yet heartless.

I celebrate myself.
I sing myself.

I rejoice and enjoy myself in joy.
And I pray,
Day by day,
Night by night,
Darkness, light,
Love in sight,
Love's like blight,
Hold me tight,
End this fight.

The catharsis before you I sing
The catharsis before you I bring
This song of love and beauty.
This Song
Of Myself.

---…---
The world shall change until the very last of us fails into abyssal oblivion.
It will change from its roots until none of us is around to hurt her anymore.
But I opened my eyes; this is the time, heart of obsidian,
I hurt in the inside, I rot as dead as I am to my human core.

Spread the word!
Save the world
Cleanse this cold
Clean this mold.

Who are we to dictate the rules of Mother Nature?
Who are we to silence the green leaves of life?
I am a no one; I am just a thief, a creature,
Trying to survive obliteration in a world full of strife…

I don't know if I failed or I'm still alive fighting this plague
Friend, thou shall tell me if I'll ever return
Until then, in peace, let us burn.

Harlequins! The show is over
The Earth's number is off stage
No more verses for the lover
Nor for love to fill this page.

This moment,
I celebrate myself,
I sing myself,
In deep silent solitude.

World, with time you keep up!
Never stop!

---…---
This time I shall speak my mind.
Your job is to watch and cry,
As golden treasures I will find
Lost among yours as you lie.

This time it is "me" who matters,
All between two sister stars,
Bitter than the grail's red waters,
Bloodier than killer wars.

This ride is over, the last dawn,
Last ride of the day.
Hear me, smile like a clown,
There is no other way.

This forehead bears love.
These hands swarm of emotion
My mind is loneliness's sweet cove
And my memory – time fraction.

This magic sand is dust in vain
These hearts to try are all worn out
You will never stop this pain
That made me shiver inside out.

---…---
"Time will tell
(This bitter farewell)"
My mind will yell,
My heart did fell.

You rang my bell,
Drank from my well.
That's what I tell
to the ones who love me.

As Whitman before me stated,
As Holopainen contemporized,
Then swift end shall be,
Eyes dazed and hazed.

I will see you there in the darkness
Swaying to my lullaby
(this Song of Myself)
The Catharsis of harmony,
Of a holy symphony.

I will see you blinded by my verse, sitting lonely
Somewhere in the obliterating rain,
Standing there dreaming the world,
Gazing drops of water until
I come.

Or you can find me in the light, stopped by the clouds somewhere up there,
Waiting for you…
Singing this song before all…
Champion of Dreams.