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    Mirrors of Grotesque
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    Memoire d'Ardente
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In my special time I am inspired...

, 02 2009 . 04:41 +
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In my special time I am inspired...
Airs breezing, sickness is expired
Eyes like drops of sombre wine
Admire
Every liquid murmuring sensation,
Fleshy evocating exaltation,
And the fire
Doesnt hurt that much
In my special time of coal crunch
Into ashes
Beateous and precious is the time
That no clock does chime
But heart conjures
When the rain outside composing tunes:
Euphony that haunts my spirit ever

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Gothic fun

, 11 2009 . 03:11 +
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Im an ordinary girl
In this ordinary world
Nothing ever changes
Life goes without surprises

Im an ordinary girl
In this world where all is boring
But I need some fun to grow in
My imaginative heart!

Ruining crypts of mouldy boredom
I run to another world
Where freedom is accomplished
Where weirdness beholds
I forget about simple
Uncreative tainted world
Maybe this a kind of madness
But Id trade my routine for another world!

That cranky world
Where dead can walk, they even talk
Where happen things
That makes you scream
Or laugh until you loose your teeth
Oh, look, theyre dancing on the floor
With Edgar Allan Poe!
Another world!
Where happen things that real one cant even dream
There every move and every word creates a sense
Of pure foolishness!


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Blackout

, 05 2009 . 16:55 +
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Blackout

The mirror breaks
This is the masque you wear
The heart of cold
Inside
The wall youve built around your sense of life
Is high and strong
You cry
Tears vanish in your fears
Time and again you disappear in the lies
Of untrue rhymes
Born in false light
And madness all you hear

The scene for girl
Whos weird and forlorn
The heart of cold
Grown stiff
The e choes are your only audience
Echoes of world
You want to leave
But see the writing on the wall:
Nowhere to run cant get out of this tomb
Of sentenced minds
Imprisoned in their shells
And aye you stab thy soulagain

The scene is yours
Fighting the time
Nowhere to fall
Nowhere to run
You wont take on
Have to break out
Now take my hand
Weigh your blackout


Blackout

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Without you

, 28 2009 . 01:46 +
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Year: 2009
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Without you
Heart is stopped beating
So cold
Are the needles of the sense
That made me fall
Into the emptiness
Without any willing for that severance

Re-summon me
When it is time
For me to wanderanew
In your elusive halls of cheated kisses
What do I have to find?
It seems that somethings always missing
If I knew what

Im longing
For the final shot

_________


Memoire d'Ardente

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Day of the Moon

, 18 2009 . 17:41 +
Day of the Moon

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About six years passed... Years of youth, growth, passion and experience...
Years of desiring and misunderstanding... Years of laughter and grief...
You told that memory reminded you more cries than gentle smiles...
I spoke of different memory...
We had our way, we tried to become one... somehow... maybe...
But when united - parted... now forever...
Forever & together totally alone... and lost... in the day of the moon...
Feel better...


Day of the Moon

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Red sunset...

, 09 2009 . 22:27 +
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Red Sun

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Note Aflame

, 28 2009 . 11:02 +
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New expression - The weather is bad...

, 20 2009 . 21:55 +

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Brother Wolf

, 17 2009 . 00:12 +
Tell me, brother Wolf, how many times shall pass
Until we fall, surrendering, defeated
Tell me if our drugs are out of date
If it is too late to turn back for another doze...
If well end our life in blood and snow dope
Tell me if its time to tie the rope

Tell me, brother Wolf, why are we going?
Show me the sense of striding through the wastelands
In search for dream based on some wicked instinct
When will you burn that band, that covered eyes
With shadow veil of beautiful disguise?
Tell me, do you believe in paradise?

Tell me, could you trade everything you had
For single but refreshing breath of air?
However, I do know what you shall say
You are the beast following his prey
These amber eyes my vision my reflection
You are the violent creation of perfection

Back on our way dont tell me, brother Wolf
Thats only madness, just desire for some words
Some rigid sounds in the land of silence
Where our exciting moon-howl song belongs
You wouldnt tell, my Wolf, my friend, myself
All answers shall be known when its death

Still there is time to live were heading on
Towards the dream, the paradise unknown

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, 24 2009 . 21:29 +
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Fire&Ice

, 17 2009 . 22:13 +

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What if I find myself between the fire and ice?
What if I lose myself in struggle with desire?
What if Im going like a magnet to the fire?!
And cannot tear off ice that shines in azure skies!

What if I realize that ice is getting colder?
What if I feel its freezing touch so deep inside?!
What if Im getting madly anxious for the fire?
What if Im craving for some agonizing light?..

For sparkling ardeur that shall burn our most existence!
What if my heart is beating faster on a distance
For dark excitement, meeting almost no resistance?
Conceals the mind, and then my horses rush in blind
To where devil, smiling, promises delight

What if I find myself between the fire and ice?
What if so tangled that one step can push the handle?
And no way out, its only left to light the candle
For nearness for memories and cries

What if that weird flaming ruinous obsession
Is the beginning of my inner decompression?!
What if the tongue forgets how loving sense is spoken?
What if emotions tell that something now is broken?

What if the swamp is not just thick but deadly pleasing?
The cold denies the fire wisely kissing
The cold is vanishing, the fires touching, calling!
What if I turned the bloody sign of Warning?!

What if theres no return?.. Im on the wire
But who shall take the prize: love ice or lusting fire?..

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Written life...

, 06 2009 . 18:55 +
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If I could break this stone of cold
If could release thy senses just to feel again
The taste of loving lips...

Lestat de Llamorte "Golem"

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Dont turn from me
My Sun, my Stars, my Moon
Mine everything, my life
Dont go so soon!
Dont go without me!
Or dont you feel the same?
My love to you

Seems like its gone away

You speak!
Buthow dare you tell these words!
How dare you to say love is no more?!
Are you with me?
Where are you, my beloved?

Somewhere, wheres left my vanished heart

"Heart Vanished Into Even Solitude"

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When you will return to me
It is late enough
To start again the grotesque we lived in
Leave me in distorted time
With my wine, my thoughts, my loneliness
And curtain off the windows
Dont call back
Memory...

"Memorie"

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Where did I come
In searching for some place
Where finally I could just have some rest?
Where I could meet your eyes
And play your locks
But watched my dream
Crushed upon rocks

"House on the rock"
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Silence... New image in music section...

, 27 2009 . 14:28 +
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House on the rock

, 27 2008 . 14:54 +
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Part from your lips
Part from your kisses
Part from the warm pulsation in your chest
Part from your breath
Part from my wishes
Part from the agony
I welcome pest


Where did I come
In searching for some place
Where finally I could just have some rest?
Where I could meet your eyes
And play your locks
But watched my dream
Crushed upon rocks

Now part from love
Part from your laughter
Part from your beauty
Part from your grace
Part from my wishes
Part from desires
Joined with delusions
In final dance!


Where did I come
In searching for some place
Where finally I could just have some rest?
Where I could meet your eyes
And play your locks
But watched my dream
Crushed upon rocks

There will be no more dreams
And no more wishes
Just sound of grieving waves
Against the rocks
Joined with the emptiness
Part from your kisses
I shall forget myself before the fog

thats covering the house on the rock

_________

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- Lestat de Llamorte (Memoire d'Ardente) - House on the rock


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, 03 2008 . 01:17 +
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On the road...

, 07 2008 . 16:36 +
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On the road...

Would you always thank for making you a mockery?
Crucified on the one of this telegraph posts
They follow your way through the land where nothing can be changed
So, maybe better bring closer the end
Leave me hanging on this pole!
I cant see the road theres nowhere to go!
Why should we fight something
We cant even know?

We cant even see
That drug is slipping in

Feel!
Walk in my shoes!
Feel my heart loose in the gloomy blues
Can we heal
The world that is bruised and burned?
Caught in this shell we welcome the hell
On the road (on and on, the road goes)


They told me Im made of many cast-off things
They tried to persuade me to throw the junk away
But I collected broken, torn and killed
And brought them gather into real
Emotions of untamed potentiality!
And finally let it go on the road!

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(c) Lestat de Llamorte et Memoire d'Ardente


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Raped...

, 24 2008 . 04:11 +
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Stranger conversation
Followed by the bruising monologue
And you become his patient
The frightened doll for plays in pitching fog

You do not cry, you take it
As usual visit to a dentist
You swallow pain, you swallow wrong
Submitted sense is banged

Ch.
Welcome to this world
Your innocence is gone
It is gone
It is gone for real


Then on the shadow path
We shall meet two raped shapes
One washed by tears
Another sated with hate

For me you are delusion
While Im illusion in your eyes
But both we are abused:
Your flesh my mind...

Raped

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: Memoire d'Ardente - Raped



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Stanzas to woman interest

, 13 2008 . 00:17 +
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O, what pleasures to meet thy intriguing eyes!
Watching them seeking way to where my body shivers...
And the coquettish flash, where the disaster hides,
For a while makes me lost in thy baffling ethers

Nay, I wouldnt deny, and the challenge begins!
Playing smiles and sights Im creating the victim
Of her own magic splendorous ecstatic sins
That I mirror to her, and shes feeling like sixteen

Red are cheeks, eyes admire, lost are the words...
Aye, her heart is on fire! While my place is cold...
Then farewell... like the one that attract on the streets
She becomes just a smile on the tips of my lips...



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