Pondering

Pondering is an infinate sea of arguments.
Arguments are contradictions.
They contradict what it has been said.
Contrast between differences.
A bridge between two worlds.
And our world is made out of words.
A word is a picture, but a picture is one thousant words.
Not all is reveiled.
Not knowing the hidden mercies of our adversaries, not knowing it's our own selfs we fight.
An inaccurate calculation of the future where dreams and hopes sow their seeds.
The mathematics of a heartache, the possibilities of guilt, but most of all the pain...
I miscalculated...

Top 7 Pick Up Lines

"Do you have a map? I got lost in your eyes..."

"Zaxaroplastis itan o pateras sou? Ise toso glikia..."

"Hey babe, are you tired? Cause you have been running wild in my dreams all night."

"Kleftis itan o pateras sou? Epidi eklepse ola ta asteria tou ouranou ke ta vale sta matia sou."

"Are you from Tenesi? Cause you are the only ten I see."

"Are you ok...? Are you sure? Cause I've seen you falling from the sky, angel..."

"Did you just fart? Babe, you blew me away..."

Just Give Me Some Christian Sexism

"Η ΜΟΡΦΗ ΤΗΣ ΨΥΧΗΣ ΕΧΕΙ ΤΗΝ ΜΟΡΦΗ ΝΕΟΥ ΑΝΤΡΑ 30 ΜΕ 32 ΧΡΟΝΩΝ. Αυτο ισχυει και για τους αντρες και για τις γυναικες. Οι γυναικες ειναι ο απολυτος πειρασμος και το καλυτερο οπλο του εωσφορου. Γι'αυτο απαγορευεται η παρουσια της στο ΑΓΙΟ ΟΡΟΣ. Ειναι η αιτια για τον ξεπεσμο του ανθρωπινου ειδους. Οτι κανει ο αντρας το κανει για να ανεβει στα ματια της γυναικας, κανωντας παρανομιες, εγκληματα, εξαπατα ανθρωπους, συνεργαζεται με τον διαολο, πουλαει την ψυχη του σ'αυτον προκειμενου να πετυχει τον στοχο του, να αποκτησει δοξα και εξουσια. Αν δεν υπηρχε η γυναικα ο αντρας θα συμπεριφερονταν τελειως διαφορετικα."

A Coward's Bloody Rose

And death shall be the sweetest poison
for my name shall remain unknown.

A cursed life have I chosen,
of a lost lifetime the sour wine I have tasted
and doomed myself to crawl among the strangers.

Twisted is our nature,
the night's dark veil our only guardian
and its creatures we call family.

My time has yet to come.
But my poor fabled soul has awakened.
No, it cannot be.
This melody and the white rose.
Haunting memories of the realm of innoscence.
I cannot restrain myself any longer.

What a majestic moment,
but I shall not witness my victory.

All that shall be left of me,
a coward's bloody rose...

Stairway to Infinity

Kathome edo sto andro tis akolasias mou ke agnantevo to keno, osa perasane mesa stin rapsodia mias stigmis, mias mikris zois.

Somehow words are never enough,
somehow the meaning gets lost in translation.
Anyone can read words,
the difficult part is reading the silence.
Most people are afraid of the dark,
so few seek its guidance,
so few find its wisdom.
The dark is the unseen,
the silence the unspoken.
The beauty of seeying what your eyes can't see.
To perceive what all your sences fail to.
Infinity.