abyss [Theme] Page 5

Greed is like a snow avalanche that, growing is the abyss of selfishness.

Drop wild poetry
Soft calligraphy for the fault of our bodies
As the petals swing in the wind...
Idols of the wind touch your hair,
Metaphors rethink everything....
The images of fugitives,
Without touching the fingers struggle to reach the notes.
To achieve no more than a glance and a voice
Barely breathing
That nothing prevented the birth and death of sound.
Inspiration needs air of Eros.
Pedigree sheet and blood
Candle will melt in your hands
and will take care of the black and white dust.
Drunk from the sounds of light
Sink into the sweet abyss of the owner,
Descend into the river of love
And time flows parallel to the water.
Poets never were any gods or women
There was only God and she was a Goddess.
Poetry - kids game, intentions and shadows,
The utterance itself,
A shiver of awe and immersion into the eyes depth.
Dressed as the Muse, the memory of the roses in your blood.
White mirror Lorca.
Poetry without words, and the throat - which tears of joy.
Virginity
Greeters outcrop guilty purity.
Husky tool ecstasy.
Trembling stars.
Shadows blur the outlines of the poems...
Halo rhymes encircles the wrist...
Seamless tunic,
Milk and wine,
7 phonemes that were in bloom at your approach...
The white DOE plastic stanzas
Where hunting arrow remained lifeless.
Strong step that is a terrible and wonderful -
Triumphant TRANS touch.
This rare beauty is to be.
A woman of my gospel,
With the wind I read your nearness,
Your flaming title
Your ascended hardcover
With your mournful wisdom
And steep cliffs thirst.
In your sky above the roar of battles, insatiable vanity,
Your feeling
You were holding a book with blank pages
At this moment it was my first Psalm.

Between theater and movies - the abyss, is a completely different field of work, if the theatre you have to play hard and to prove the right to be on stage, in film, everything is much simpler, and the simpler the better.

Saddened you were with me.
Can I leave in peace?
Heart has stopped beating already
Can't stand up to the lookout.
But once
This music is played in our hearts..
So, what happens now?
She turned to dust?
These sounds echoed in my ears,
My first death
Drew all in the crash..
I'm drowning..
In the ocean sea.
Deep abyss
Run with this sin..
But I'm not giving up.
It's time to get out.
Stayed for enough,
Calling me moon.
I pulled down
And I'm still struggling.
Tell him?
I'm not afraid of him.
Melt my cold.
This pain inside.
You because I was so precious..
So keep the memories, though.
Loved you.
I love you still..
Time is killing me.
But I give it back.
Waves of life flow.
The clock run.
And we stopped in the loop.
As a lifeless statue in the water.
Our light will break through this darkness.
Won't let you go alone.
No one should be alone
If he does not master.
Road. Intersections.
Only the echoes..
Your light is most important to me.
See.. don't let me forget it.
You got to rise up.
Go ahead.
Don't you dare fall asleep.
Otherwise it will not go away.
My heart I gave you.
So take care of it. Save..
Among the thousands of masks.
My soul find.
You're covered in wounds.
In the blood.
But my heart keep.
Even if it is difficult to go.
It was painful to go through.
He left wounds everywhere..
It was not suitable.
All mired in blind vanity..
As time goes on.
But we do not age.
Something terrible is coming?
Then it will decay.
Don't forget the heat
Outgoing inside of me.
To put out the fire..
I fail you.
Even if you get tired in the way..
Still keep going.
Don't jump into the abyss,
To start the race on speed..
I'll get you a hell, believe me,
Out of your way not to go to us now.
The cold mask is a light in the shower
Not staying it's already in negage.
Will cure your wounds.
Will heal all of you.
And the poison from the katana..
Will assume.
We fly again.
Spread their wings together.
And that light from dawn..
We will soon shed.

Between my work and the world now opened up the abyss, but between me and Art has no disorder.

There are houses such life that reasonable people would come in amazement. They would not understand how the mess that seemingly don't have to hold out two weeks, can last for years. And they, these houses, these dubious life, holding on, and all here, are numerous, illegal, held, contrary to all expectations. But one discretion be entitled to: if the circumstances really force, it pushes them into the abyss.

Between become and remain - a huge gap.

If the crack is not addressed immediately, it will turn into abyss.

For the abyss abyss walks skillfully
and life remains forever and
people, fate, emptiness, chaos,
that look in my eyes.

You know, sometimes, we approach the edge of the abyss. You want to jump straight pulls. But then depart. Many probably would have jumped, and we departed.

If love was a precipice, and you'd be in it. I would have jumped, Seyit!

- You also saved her from the wild horses?
- I just had to steal her from the drunken bandits. Death didn't threaten her, but I arrived just in time.
- You always have time?
- There must be somebody there when the person in trouble.
Oh, I would have given half my life to be at the mercy of bandits.
Miss Poindexter! Remember that damn canyon? We call it "Canyon of death" - it destroyed the whole tribe of Indians. Now, it is pathetic the ditch compared to the chasm that separates the daughter of a millionaire and a beggar mustanger. And even your spotted not to fly over that gap.
- Well, if I'm in trouble and will call, won't come?
- Would be happy if this would have happened.

If you look long enough into the abyss, it's addictive.

I immersed myself so deeply that I have no one can reach. For the first time in many weeks I feel nothing. Don't even feel like yourself. It is impossible to understand where I ended and where the beginning of oblivion.