BlackWizard PoetryI'm tracing back my mind and following the sound
through ritmic colapses, tritones and vocal chords.
I'm floating in the vacuum and long to hit the ground
like meteor explosion, my strings awaits the mute abort.
The tremols screaming, the amplitude is burning high, ...
CivilianTo get a university degree is hard enough
No doubt it could be often hellish-tough.
While most after the first would close the door
I am an idiot who took not one or two but… four.
To make matters worse to comprehend, ...
» OtherEducation (rumour has it) is a mess
and you have to handle lots of stress.
The more you go, the worse it gets
to top it all – it's organized in sets.
From dusk til dawn you need to study ...
Bistra_Stoimenova PoetryTo write is just a joke (or so I've heard)
You scribble for nothing all day.
For whom? To this day I have learned
that readers are hard to attain.
You may have the wit, the verse ...
» OtherA lifeless creature, once human born –
the eons shaped me with no regret.
My human heart they turn to stone,
while memory is gone in gothic menuet.
I see my pale reflection in the mirror, ...
BlackWizard PoetryDreaming with the blackness of the dream
i feel you even when you're gone.
Meet me in my dreams and hear my scream,
in ripping fractures of my soul i'm drowned.
Sometimes i see you, distant child of light, ...
OtherGive me the ropes made of hundred wings of a butterflies and doves,
blind me with a silk thunder
Bind them on my wrists, a living cage,
leave me where we first met, right next to the waterfall of Vexorious
under pale moon light ...
» PhylosophyLullaby and whisper are mingling through the sky
Carelessly are shifting the muffled poets’ cry.
How small are we! – exclaimed the little child
And pointed to the chimney. Everything’s mild.
An echo passing through the cave ...
» EroticI loved the watch on his masculine hand... But the most I liked for his watch was the moment when he takes it off, while staring at my naked body... Men always take off their watches when they do something important... and tonight he was gonna do me...
» LoveWith mended wings, but never broken,
He tames thy demons in the dark of night
And sings of thoughts long left unspoken…
A voice of angel … menace to the weak of heart.
And what was once so lost, forgotten ...
BlackWizard PoetryWhat if tomorrow will never be yesterday,
because yesterday is tomorrow's today,
and the future is nothing but ashes
but only the ashes is all that remain?
Exhibition of deviant sculptures in chains ...
BlackWizard PoetryYou're welcome to my kingdom of the spring.
I am the sovereign in here, i am your king.
Glory, unity, that's what the oracle forsee,
and power for the ones who will believe.
So welcome and let your quest begins - ...
» PhylosophyHatred is too difficult to swallow,
That's why we spit it out all the time.
For people with a mind, which is too hollow,
Hatred leads them to the path of crime.
Sometimes it is politically propagated, ...
streptococcus PoetryThe world is sitting on a boiling pot
And every moment it is going to burst
Cause enemies are waiting for a shot
But noone wants to shoot at first.
Cause politics has some protective rules ...
» Authors songBurned Life
I see a burned life with faded lights.
World without a sun, without a lighting
moon. Song with no words to say, with
no melody to play. Road without a way, ...
BlackWizard PoetryBeneath the mire where lays the golden absolution,
The Gate stands open from beggining to the end of time.
I hear the baying of the hounds, their retribution
is on it's way to conquer every living man.
I see the hunger in their eyes, so cold and empty ...
BlackWizard PoetryEmbrace the anger and let the rage flows on,
depravity now turns to cruel allegiance.
Thought distant shadows you can see it forms
the nightmares of the lost obediance.
The empty shades now turns to silent hell ...
» PhylosophySometimes misfortune comes to us
As heavy rain without shelter.
Evaporates all faith and trust
As steel is liquified in melter.
And we are praying for some mercy, ...
OtherWake up and look back to the old attic days, full with memories but not talking about anything present.
Get out of bed. Drink coffee like my dark days. Going over and over again in this unreal world, calling themselves 'Warcraft', which looks as a little relief from the dull monotory of daily life.
You got to burn it to the ground
and leave no single evidence of its existance.
To ashes turn it, spread it in the world of man
with ruthless passion and fanatic's persistence. ...
Odys and poems,
Free verseYou have gone million light-years away
Time waved last farewell with the aeons
The white nightingale sung his song before its
tender voice to be gone forever
The seven moons' light shall be gone ...