for the heart and mind of a true artist lies in his hands... who creates nothing but beauty and inspiration.

for the creations of a true artist reflects goodness and purity.

Forever is the beauty of an art that was made through the hands of a loving creator...

Bind

The wisp of air is killing me...Its kiss makes me shiver... reaching into the deepest part of me.

Cold, as it ever was, like a heart of stone sleeping forever; steel, like a heavy blade lying on a grave.

The path towards the road is tempting to be followed. Every foot step hurts like a broken arrow, it pains like a rusting sword.

Lift me up my feet and be the key to my relief. Put an end to my belief now. Heal me. Feel me.

Let us be one for eternity, I’ll never let you go...

Blood…warm in my hands. Your breath…cold on my skin. Are we forever hindered by fate?

Call me… I’ll save you.

Adapt

All of the things you know so well...it keeps you alive and kicking. When new things crossed your way, confusion shall arise. Are you ready for the change and the challenge?

Pretty much the reason why people fail to stand fighting in the rage of change and end up drowning with their own confusion. We’re thrown away to the land of oblivion. Hang on to life make it worth the efforts you have made! Raise your glass and cheers! J

If love can only touch me once, i will cherish it forever.For it is a gift that i will gladly cherish in my heartwe will surely be tested by time and we might end up away from each other's arms
your love is the only thing that can keep me alive and breathing
your touch is the only thing that can ignite me to life
your presence is the only thing that can make me see the world in it's proper perspective
even if i have to wait forever just to be with you againi will gladly oblige
life on earth is short...so short...
but love can prove to be an enduring element of life
my body may dacay...my lips might turn gray...words echoed might be forgotten...
but an oath of love can only stay......forever


Te Amo

He would sweep her off her feet hard and fast. He would fly her away from this wretched place. Send her to a place where she can be free. A place where she can shed away her sorrow, a lair when she can spread her arms wide and hug the sky, a land of happiness where she can smile and be loved.

All he could do is put his arms around her lithe frame. He felt the tremors from the core of her soul. He closed his eyes. He is hurting twice as she was. He wants to take her pain away. If he can only take it with him and feel it twice as she does, he would gladly oblige.

But what's the use? She can no longer see him. She can no longer touch his face. He can no longer feel her warm breath against his face. He can no longer touch her hair. How can it be? Tomorrow the sun shall rise. Next day, dawn will break. The next moment will take everything away... Forever....

I am looking at the sky from the window.
I am bathed by the light of the moon.
I am bathed like a lover.
I am waiting for a soul.
I am lonely by the night and have to wear a smile during the day.
I am strong outside and trying to keep tears at bay.
But can I still grab even a semblance of courage to wait for the day you will come to me and pledge?
I am here waiting just to see your face again, so every day I pray

she watched him from afar..disguised as a maiden... young and beautiful...a smile slowly formed her lips... though a sad smile...warm tears threatened to swallow her whole...she was helpless, she was doomed.he was there... alive and happy...she was here... alone and hurting....and from afar, by the woods, she watched him as he crossed the floor and reached for the hands of a fine young lady...the lady is immaculately beautiful compared to her.. the lady is wearing diamonds and has a crown resting atop her head..he was the next to rule the kingdom...she was the right one for him..she is a perfect princess...they were both human beings after all...thay danced to the slow tune of music..their bodies swayed like loverstheir eyes are locked with each other...it seems like the world is outside their circle..they were staring at each other...intently.she can no longer watch them dance that way..nor can she watch him marry the pretty princess..have children.. live happily ever after...he belonged to her... or that's what she thought...he was a human.. she was not...she ran all the way to the woods and the tears started to make her vision blurred...she didn't notice the dried twigs and the dead tree branches lying just in front of her..she fell... she cried...she looked at the full moon hunging just above the sky...she started sobbing... she screamed..she cried her heart outafter a seemingly long seconds..she then stood up..she ran again deep into the woods...she stopped by the lakeshe stared at the mirrored reflectionshe was beautiful... the most beautiful amongst her race..but how could he not love her?the answer lies heavily in her heart..the moon was towering upon her...she was bathed by it's light ...she closed her eyes as she feel the first signs of change...her hair extends it length..it ran all the way down to her ankles..its color manifests whiteness from it's ebony shadeher skin starts to get pale..as her true color is...her back felt the tremors of the upcoming changea beautiful wings started to blossom form the dephts of her back..colorful... beautuful indeed..they were once the most beautiful wings that was ever seen, one she was willing to loose if she can only have him in her arms and love her forever..she sobbed while tiny glittering dusts colored the midnight air...colorful dusts that came from the at last free wings...she saw her eyes by the clear lake changed..from the chocolate shade to the purple one she used to have...she saw the rivulets of tears coming right through her eyes...she arched her body towards the sky...she arched her head back...her wings grew wider and it released colorful powders of magic...she then decided...a fairy will always be a fairy...and a human being will always be a human being...no matter how the world was changed...no matter how they die and how they will be reborn...loneliness is forever..pain is eternity...love is lost...heart is broken..hope was forgotten..

the moon was full and it shines so bright he can even make out it's dark spots. the night is cold...sky is dark. he decided to walk out of his room and into the woods..the woods... yes... the woods...
once his life depended on a nice young lady..she was so sweet.. she was so nice..he never knew that love could be present that night when his body was on the verge of giving up on life.she nursed him back to life. she gave him care and she nurtured him to consciousness...she was there...her face had been cold to his touch...her lips were soft in his kiss..her essence were sweet to his taste...he walked along the path towards deep into the woods.he was going nowhere else..not so sure if he can see her here nor he can see illumination...he was doomed...he had been blind..she was gone...she was his life...her life is at stake if this love will be pushed through...
the princess might be pretty... the venom was all over..she might smile sweetly...but all she can cause is trouble..she is a winner...he was her lover..or so she thought...
he was in love that is a fact..
the woods is near..the lake is in sight...she is not here.."if ever you'll be mine..."
love can touch him one timebut it's going to last..and that is for a lifetime...she was gone and he was unsure...
she was loved... by him, of that he is sure.
he can no longer see hernor feel the caress the feather-light touch of her fingers..gone is the sweet smile, gone is the amiable silence..gone was his dream and gone was his soul...it reached to the core of his resolve..this story might be untold...if only a love can be voiced with no danger at all..he can claim her and worry no more...

:D

Greed is the root of all evil

@_@

Pagibig... isang elemento ng buhay na kailanma'y walang maliw.
Bubuhay sa pusong tigib, sa uhaw na kaluluwa.

Lampsan ang dikta ng panahon...
Limutin ang utos ng pagkakataon...
Sundin ang yapak ng isang mandirigma.
Yakapin ang kapalaran ng isang taong umiibig...
ng isang nagmamahal...

You

The words have been drained form this pencilSweet words that I want to give youAnd I can't sleep I need to tell you good night
When we're together I feel perfect When I'm pulled away from you I fall apartYour eyes are so blue I can't look away As we lay in the stillness you whispered to me
Amy, marry me?Promise you'll stay with meNo, you don't have to ask meYou know you're all that I live forYou know I'd die just to hold you, stay with youSomehow I'll show you that you are my night skyI've always been right behind youNow I'll always be right beside you
So many nights that I've cried myself to sleepBut now that you love me I love myselfI never tought I would say thatI never though there'd be you

I hate life in the midst of uncertainty, of love in a cage of vengeance, of life dedicated on retribution.I like not a man fueled by greed, of souls who were enticed by power.Abhorring is a heart of pure suspicions and deceit, of a face that was the beauty of the flower but with the eyes of the black fire fear being caged in a cell you built yourself out of darkened path or out of maligned views.Loathsome is a parade of masked intentions.I hate LIFE WITHOUT CHANGE, life without it is boring..Whether it is a positive or a negative change.Nevertheless, we are learning...

I love the sky in its outstanding glory as it sends its kiss towards the heart of land through the whisphering caress of the wind.I cherish the dancing souls as they walk the surface of this land.I love to hear the music of the wind, the song of the water, the giggles of fire, and the spasms of the earth...I love the concept of the beginnning and the end as it is still the vaguest element in this sanctuary.I hunger for the rich color of one's innocent philosophy, of one's ardent dreams, of one's hidden desires.I want to taste the flavor of of love and it's bliss, of friendship and it's power, of harmony and it's beauty.I love putting to art the lines from a figure, in a sketch book the smiles of a little angel disguised in the body of a child.I long to sing songs from the soul want to swing my body in the rhythm of human melody from the music of the instruments to the clap of thy hands.I want to believe in the magic of the unknown to mankind, to believe the power of one's imagination outside the realms of practicality and of reality.I always want to walk the earth with souls who wear the only color that they have, without the disguise of pretenses and of lies.This are all of interest to me...words may not be heard from me...would it matter? why? Is it because for many, words uttered are the basis of one's character?Well, it is also the basis of the established character's demise, of it's discoloration in the eyes of those who easily plunged in the world of unjust criticism and prejudice, in the abyss of discrimination and pride, of class and power, of greed and lust.Could there be beauty in the plain face of simplicity? Or beauty only lies in the power of materialistic articles?