Friday, September 08, 2006

A candle of sizzling problems


My hands turn over a candle of sizzling problems; I perpetrated a commentary of stars moisture in a trenched heart. It seems I’m trapped again in the evening, looking for a new mental-fine-menu. Sometimes I just want to sit and wait for the story supper.
Shuffle trough memories I search what is misfortune. I scout and scout once again, my poems trough storms of inner torments. It seems I’m a prey haunted for a draft of greater creation.
Hate and betrayal – I want to trample them under my foot.
Princesses, fortresses and exiles are the standards of my illusion tales.I search a way to hold the road to command my attention, from the twilight zone sack of broken tears, from the real civilization and from all we perceive.
IMAGE INFORATION - Janpanese animation ''Howl's Moving Castle''