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LOVE OF MY LIFE


As she secretly walks
out of my memories
and into my mind
can't escape this image of her
from the dark places i hide
in my dreams of never ending perfection.

And the moon light shines
every time she looks at me
brings my soul back to life
with eyes like a rainbow
that cut right trough
Oh , i'm lost in time
all trough my mind
...i'm in love ... what can i do...

I shiver and shake
it's been a long...so long since...
when she touches me , every part of me
just comes back alive

She rides like a breeze wind
on a hot sumer night
and she gives and takes
in the love she makes
...oooh...she does everything so right

Till the lights of the morning
like an angel sight
i can feel her breath
laying next to me
and the cold's locked outside

I can feel
a taste so sweet
and she gives me love
it makes my life so complete.

An ironical story…


Running thru the forest I saw a litle house of wood.It seemed like noone was living in it and so I came closer.I could smell the food that was cooking on the fire.The door was half opened, so I took the liberty to go in without being invited.I walked in and saw a woman cowered with a blanked, sitting on a chair.Funny, she didn’t look surpriced.I asked her: Is it ok,that I came in?! She said nothing.Silence.That’s strange.I said: What’s your name ?! Again she didn’t say anything …now I was surprised.I stared a while at her face and analyzed it. She looked like she was in her fifties or so, she had a face of a tired old lady, and her eyes were so distant, unfullfiled.Than she took a pen and a paper and started writing something.I was waiting pationtly.When she finished writing, she passed the paper to me.This is what it was on it :


“I have tears in my eyes,
I have fears in my dreams,
I have walls of great depression,
I have everything I need.

I have ironical smiles inside,
I have lies but I can not lie,
I have a little magic in my fingertips,
And I don’t want to talk to you,it’s hard mooving my lips.

Isn’t my life just perfect this way,
Why don’t you admit, you want to be me,
Isn’t my life just perfect this way,
Haha, now let me cry alone and leave.

I have poetry in the scrapbook
I have dark eyes and maybe strange look,
I have some nasty things in my head
And no f**kin one in my bed.

I have nicotine inside me a lot,
I have bottle of alcohol that I don’t know when I bought,
I have no family or friend of any kind
And problem with my sight, I may go blind.

I have only a cat, may she be blesed,
I have memory loss from the past stupidness ,
I have part of someone else’s brain on my head,
And didn’t even ask why is he dead.

Isn’t my life just perfect this way,
Why don’t you admit, you want to be me,
Isn’t my life just perfect this way,
Haha, now let me cry alone and leave.

I have an imagination that goes far,
I have a big soul and in there a scar,
I have 37 years and nothing that I’m proud of
That’s why I asking you to f**k off . “


OMG I was stunned.Took the paper and walked backwards.She was smiling and crying at same damn time.Banged the door behind me and started runing as hell.God who is this woman?! God just help me run faster. Please God, just help me run faster.

Templarius напиша: Tamawa напиша: Templarius напиша: Ogneno Vecerva tivko padjashe dozd nakisnaa znaminjata kako i site pobedi nashi... Mirisot na kosata tvoja povtorno gi budi sonovite moi... ne te davam nikomu da te zeme te sakam pile moe.... Nema veke baknezi nema pregratki nema toplina... samo sonovi. Dojdi, te molam dojdi.. Otvori ja vratata pushti branovi i vetrovi noz tvoite odai za da mojata umorna dusha zaplovi vo tvoite mirisi... Zatvori me okovi me vo sindziri nedavaj nikomu poveke na pat da me odvede... Rozite veke ovenaa... Sto li sega tie ni nosat? ...nekoi novi pobedi preku strasta na tvojata postela umoren sum sakajki te nadevajki ti se barajki te vo mirisite sjajot na ochite dopirite... tudjite posteli... umoren sum od ovie ploshtadi prazni prozorci nesrekjni gradovi Te molam dojdi.. povikaj gi site vetrovi.. onie tvoi najmirisni... povikni gi site denovi onie tvoi najubavi... povikaj gi site nokji onie tvoi najogneni... povikaj gi site magii onie tvoi najslatki neka me opijat mirisnite vetrovi... jasni denovi so baknezi.... strasnite noki opivaat so magijata i zasekogash pravat da ostanam pokraj tebe so vekovi...i posle smrtta Tivko nokeska dodeka padja dozd go sonuvam mirisot na tvojata kosa baknezite i dopirot tvoj.. A nautro povtorno ke zastanam pred mokroto zname... i ke trgnam vo pobedi novi se dodeka eden den...... Браво,прекрасна е ! Само ме интересира, се додека еден ден...што ?! dovrsi si ja kako sakas

...se dodeka eden den,
ne gi povikash site vetrovi,denovi,
site noki, site magii,
se dodeka eden den,jas ne se razbudam...

Може вака ?!

Tamawa напиша: Templarius напиша: Ogneno Vecerva tivko padjashe dozd nakisnaa znaminjata kako i site pobedi nashi... Mirisot na kosata tvoja povtorno gi budi sonovite moi... ne te davam nikomu da te zeme te sakam pile moe.... Nema veke baknezi nema pregratki nema toplina... samo sonovi. Dojdi, te molam dojdi.. Otvori ja vratata pushti branovi i vetrovi noz tvoite odai za da mojata umorna dusha zaplovi vo tvoite mirisi... Zatvori me okovi me vo sindziri nedavaj nikomu poveke na pat da me odvede... Rozite veke ovenaa... Sto li sega tie ni nosat? ...nekoi novi pobedi preku strasta na tvojata postela umoren sum sakajki te nadevajki ti se barajki te vo mirisite sjajot na ochite dopirite... tudjite posteli... umoren sum od ovie ploshtadi prazni prozorci nesrekjni gradovi Te molam dojdi.. povikaj gi site vetrovi.. onie tvoi najmirisni... povikni gi site denovi onie tvoi najubavi... povikaj gi site nokji onie tvoi najogneni... povikaj gi site magii onie tvoi najslatki neka me opijat mirisnite vetrovi... jasni denovi so baknezi.... strasnite noki opivaat so magijata i zasekogash pravat da ostanam pokraj tebe so vekovi...i posle smrtta Tivko nokeska dodeka padja dozd go sonuvam mirisot na tvojata kosa baknezite i dopirot tvoj.. A nautro povtorno ke zastanam pred mokroto zname... i ke trgnam vo pobedi novi se dodeka eden den...... Браво,прекрасна е ! Само ме интересира, се додека еден ден...што ?!

dovrsi si ja kako sakas

zbunet напиша: O' vie,internet so mi pustate,air od pari moi da ne vidite,bar pola da vi pagaod mreza sto paga,vie od doma izbrkani ke bevte.Ni tri cisti imate,a sigurno i nogi ne si miete,a takvite kosata im paga,amblem ne vi treba.Kaj ve zbraa kopuci teski,od trlo megu ovcisto ve pronajdoa,ke se najde li nekogas junak,da ve posetii sve na kloci da ve istera.

Закон !!! Само не се нервирај толку плс

Templarius напиша: Ogneno Vecerva tivko padjashe dozd nakisnaa znaminjata kako i site pobedi nashi... Mirisot na kosata tvoja povtorno gi budi sonovite moi... ne te davam nikomu da te zeme te sakam pile moe.... Nema veke baknezi nema pregratki nema toplina... samo sonovi. Dojdi, te molam dojdi.. Otvori ja vratata pushti branovi i vetrovi noz tvoite odai za da mojata umorna dusha zaplovi vo tvoite mirisi... Zatvori me okovi me vo sindziri nedavaj nikomu poveke na pat da me odvede... Rozite veke ovenaa... Sto li sega tie ni nosat? ...nekoi novi pobedi preku strasta na tvojata postela umoren sum sakajki te nadevajki ti se barajki te vo mirisite sjajot na ochite dopirite... tudjite posteli... umoren sum od ovie ploshtadi prazni prozorci nesrekjni gradovi Te molam dojdi.. povikaj gi site vetrovi.. onie tvoi najmirisni... povikni gi site denovi onie tvoi najubavi... povikaj gi site nokji onie tvoi najogneni... povikaj gi site magii onie tvoi najslatki neka me opijat mirisnite vetrovi... jasni denovi so baknezi.... strasnite noki opivaat so magijata i zasekogash pravat da ostanam pokraj tebe so vekovi...i posle smrtta Tivko nokeska dodeka padja dozd go sonuvam mirisot na tvojata kosa baknezite i dopirot tvoj.. A nautro povtorno ke zastanam pred mokroto zname... i ke trgnam vo pobedi novi se dodeka eden den......

Браво,прекрасна е ! Само ме интересира, се додека еден ден...што ?!

Изменето од Tamawa - 22.Мај.2008 во 14:57

Pustina

Prazno mu raskazuvam
na pustinskiot veter za tebe...
probuvam da mu kazam kolku te sakam
a toa e besmisleno
kako da probuvam da go prebrojam
pustinskiot pesok
koj ovde me gushi
neodam jas nikade
stojam vo vremeto
iskriveniot chasovnik
koj nekoj ke go ukrasi
so divina slepa
koga ke ischezne
malku vreme
i toj poleka chuka
dodeka se trudam da mu kazam
kolku te sakam
isto kako toj da znae
kolku sekundi doseka otchukal
Poleka karavani
poleka ti zabraden beduinu
zastani...jas ja sakam
nemoj pokraj ovaa kukja
da pominesh samo
jas ja sakam
eve ti malku krv od pustinska roza
neka usnite so niv gi oboi
eve ti svila od pesok istkaena
neka so nea se pokrie
eve ti malku sonce vrelo
vo srceto da go stavi
eve ti ledena nokjna tishina
vo ochite da ja sokrie
eve ti go moevo srce
neka vo svoeto go stavi
eve ti oklop i oruzje
neka so srebro se zakiti
da mozam konechno da umram
a ti odi i nosi go seto toa
niz pustinata na mojata dusha
poleka pomini
se dodeka ne stasash do pekolot
tamo jas ke ti pomognam
koga vo odaite rajski ke dojdesh
ke ja vidish i ke ja poznaesh
kazi i samo deka ja sakam....