to disappear!

dissapear one shall
for the lights will fleet
passing legacies
with every beat

no footprints on the sand
beaches far
fading strands

all the cloaks
all the potions
fleeting smiles
lost notions

allways praying for the frost
for only in the fog
can we be lost
seven by five's blue horizon
never knowing what it lies in!

we shall see for we shall go
times none and seven flow lol!

God how i fear the grey

God how i fear the grey
to know what we have will fade away
to see it happen before your eyes
with all but nothing left to try

God how i fear the grey
when parting words are a stretch apart
the only way to console the heart
is you will see them one more time
and hopefully you wont be in a black line

God how i fear the grey
watching the light loose the shine
the senses lost in time
the world we see, soon just the past
hopefully this moment wont be the last

pray for them everyday
forever we know but never we say
the aching heart never giving up on time
teasing clocks and distant crimes

sins foretold are never true
god i wish i never knew

I forever fear the grey !!

I know about the journeys

Its all about time and space I know but now i wonder whether my world will be the same after the preview, One more trip may be one trip for a looooong time and the 4 collumns with the lost pair of eyes will be hard to find again, I am not trying to mope but what the hell it's not like the world wishes.

neways goodbyes will be in order and for some for a long time with or without my approval that is and even though the world wont make it i beleive i will have some space with a teaspoon of time to cover for it, thinking still that the sins of my past will come back to haunt me is not a bad idea as i would seriously be bored and offended otherwise.

I know i have said too much but hey it's my blog get over it ! BTW genelia does look hot in those girls gone bad fastrack billboards ** just noticed ** bad traffic does have some advantages.

"please the world but cut out your heart for it would not hurt to have hollow spaces"


yours truly

DSVS

God gave u a light!

As i sit here wondering where in the hell i lost my ability to put random thoughts together i remember that I never saw it coming. The devils workshop stopped production,
we allways wish for a peace of mind wondering and wandering from the alps to the himalayas never knowing it is allways the troubled mind that makes us work.
I seriously wish that I would get a better semitone of understanding of the troubled mind so that i would never feel awkward enough to care.

baseline I am bored and boredom never felt sweeter !

true to my overlords wishes i keep journeying into the abyss of thought just to know when i am right (single!) but to spare the rambling of a bored man i leave u with nothing but empty thougts maybe oblivion would never bee sooooooooo sad if we could spend some time running from it !

but atleast the sun rises when the clock strikes ten and the world you live in dosent care about what you play unless its some hot movie no that we wish from every guitarist !

god save the future of all things creative and all things moot !!

pray and forgive for only then can u return and connive !!

yours truly

dsvs

god save the bleeding heart!!

god save the bleeding heart
for without it we could not start
to write the world it's greatful art
it's woeful prose and bitterful starts

god save the bleeding heart
to tell the ones who would not say
who would allways look away
who would make the world alight
who would allways take us to fly

god save the bleeding heart
with its sonnets sung
its bards unleashed
knowing beauty is only a mirror deep

testing times and fresh faces
broken blocks and open races
feet in mouth and the divine
true to the soul but allways fine

kiss tell and ever more
never forgive the paramour
for this world allways needs
a bleeding heart for all its greed.

3 semitone down and all the fun !!~!!

The day the architect called i tuned my guitar down 3 semitones and then got some gud fun out of it after a loooooooong looooooooong time ! god save the thin pick and the idle mind ! for the devils work inspires more curiosity than gods wonders !

and to know I would most probably loose some brain cells the day after with this is gonna make it ohh soo wonderful

yours truly

DSVS

why the island!!?

Why do we need the island ? is it because it's publicised or is it because we have been ostracized i knw the scene would be very different if we couldnt see it when we wanted to but the island never leaves us it feels that we are allways visitors and never rulers of the island we dream we try and conquer but never succeed in keeping the island for ourselves for there is a boat the second you make progress (well not according to most psychiatrists)! neways the island allways comes with a box to store all you can but trust me with the island nothing can be shared and thats what we love. I admit i have been there for most of my life but the reason i have allways left has never been clear to me maybe it's beacause people dont give up on me or maybe it's just my imagination but I can say this with some pride that the island never lets you down even with it's demons it keeps ur heart with all it's beauty and ur ego with all it's might! I have tried to lease it but no one ever came close and somehow I am greatful true that no one ever needed it but me !

yours truly
dsvs

The heart of man

Forever we know what is the world to be
the heart of man and the unending sea
we save we forget we know we feel
but never forgive for everything real

the heart of man with the love to give
the hate to transpire and the art to live
life and breath never stop
passing by with every drop

for the trade of life
we allways look
for the imperfect heart
and the stony brook

never forget the long goodbyes
the reasons to live and to die
the gifts we gave
the moments we had

the scene the light her unforgiving dad
I know the trite I have read the mundane
but what can i do
when the I feel the same

making journies on just a no
locking our hearts on the go
praise the world we have never seen
dream forever for what has been

Thou art but a parachute

Thou art but a parachute
with no wings to fly
you will help all those who use you
and no empty tears you will cry

Thou art but a parachute
with nothing but air
lots of support to offer
but no one with you to bear

Thou art but a parachute
present in a melancholy sky
dreams of living ever present
but never showing , sly.

Farewell dear customer
thou did know me long
not one breath to reminisce
what was yours is gone

Try and find you might
another parachute with wings
but it will gladly offer itself again
and this is why I sing

Thou art but a parachute

On a cobbled street

I walk on this cobbled street
with a million stones under my feet
all laid out to suit my needs
but all wary of what I seek

I walk on this trepid road
bearing what people call my load
passing a smile now and then
paying passage with a grin

With nothing to trade but a pound of flesh
a quart of blood and some jewish bread
a sullen book and some tainted glass
to make me try and forever pass

a travellers wish never fulfilled
leading ironies and distant hills
vicious circles ruling route
leaving life in eternal doubt

Still we walk to the flow
eternal rivers loving glow
leading there to see whats right
pleasing senses and ephermal light

thus I walk this cobbled street
with a million stones under my feet
all laid out to suit my needs
but not one cares if i bleed.

To the people

I am here and now I know
what it is like to walk in the snow
with soles as black as charcoal red
as sunshine brings our daily bread

To feel is to know
to know is to see
I beleive in you
do you beleive in me ?