Bashaw Steel

this poem is special as the person to whom its dedicated :)) keeping friends, one of the virtues i know, but tend to forget easily:(   Secret in the Steel   As always, blank piece of paper That screams at me with its whiteness Much like the storm of the dreamer And nothing like the silence… Secret in the Steel   Where are all those, promised words? Lost somewhere between the lines I`m cursed to seek something there Which cannot be found A secret in the Steel…   And it is there where did i learned From someone who appear just as small That true strength is to forgive Not to destroy…   A secret to one that is known to her Smile hidden under all those masks Many of which cannot be heard By the cry of the past… Secret in forgiving…

this poem is special as the person to whom its dedicated :)) keeping friends, one of the virtues i know, but tend to forget easily:(   Secret in the Steel   As always, blank piece of paper That screams at me with its whiteness Much like the storm of the dreamer And nothing like the silence… Secret in the Steel   Where are all those, promised words? Lost somewhere between the lines I`m cursed to seek something there Which cannot be found A secret in the Steel…   And it is there where did i learned From someone who appear just as small That true strength is to forgive Not to destroy…   A secret to one that is known to her Smile hidden under all those masks Many of which cannot be heard By the cry of the past… Secret in forgiving…

As the moving force of the many things, poetry deserves its places here, dont you think?:)

Tell me where dreams speak the truth
Where all my illusions are more than dust
And although there is no eternal youth
There is something else…
 
Higher than hope and deeper than faith
Something different than all routines
Where our souls deserves to rest
After being freed…
 
Choose me over the world
Ignite the passion within the dying
So they may be also free
When their time turns to nothing…

this poem is special as the person to whom its dedicated :)) keeping friends, one of the virtues i know, but tend to forget easily:(   Secret in the Steel   As always, blank piece of paper That screams at me with its whiteness Much like the storm of the dreamer And nothing like the silence… Secret in the Steel   Where are all those, promised words? Lost somewhere between the lines I`m cursed to seek something there Which cannot be found A secret in the Steel…   And it is there where did i learned From someone who appear just as small That true strength is to forgive Not to destroy…   A secret to one that is known to her Smile hidden under all those masks Many of which cannot be heard By the cry of the past… Secret in forgiving…

As the moving force of the many things, poetry deserves its places here, dont you think?:)

Tell me where dreams speak the truth
Where all my illusions are more than dust
And although there is no eternal youth
There is something else…
 
Higher than hope and deeper than faith
Something different than all routines
Where our souls deserves to rest
After being freed…
 
Choose me over the world
Ignite the passion within the dying
So they may be also free
When their time turns to nothing…

As the moving force of the many things, poetry deserves its places here, dont you think?:)

Tell me where dreams speak the truth
Where all my illusions are more than dust
And although there is no eternal youth
There is something else…
 
Higher than hope and deeper than faith
Something different than all routines
Where our souls deserves to rest
After being freed…
 
Choose me over the world
Ignite the passion within the dying
So they may be also free
When their time turns to nothing…