PROJECT YANI 02: MOONSTONE'S TALES

Truly lavished by pseudo sight.
Truly inspired by the world of none.
I seek to be God of this phantasm world,
unto a sleepless tales unborn.
In my hands I could do might.
In my eyes the witches were fun.
Met the warlocks and the sages told,
told me a sleepless tales unborn.

And so an ardor of fantasy be considered
by the sacred light, a Moonstone bewildered!

Alex Jhon
a.k.a. MOONSTONE

PROJECT YANI 02: It's not BLUE

Its not Blue…


When the great word being spoken by those tender lips
Well they come in one purpose..
To hand and to hold
Then why the sky is not blue no more

When the declaration struck the joy of happiness
To slain loneliness. define emptiness
But one sun and moon
All can be seen through
That darkness it no longer exist
Nor pain
Nor hunger
Nor warm
Nor compassion
Not even love…it has been inflamed
With hatred

My heroines…pitfalls…death
All these years of happiness..
Three full moons departed loudly within the poor soul
Those kisses should be mine
Those hugs should be mine
Those smile..
Those hands..
Those missing hearts….
Those joyful moments….
Ooh Lord takes it away spoken out loud in fierce cry
LORD allow your firm hands to touch and smash it!!

I give thee all I can imagine
All thoughts in deepest dream and perfection in words
Delivering the best items exist
Touching with every blast of spoon
Dancing with every sorrow and pain

NOW..this very moment when the truth uncover its seal..
NOW I am standing here facing each wind that blows out
Alone…
With all great nightmares
Hunting down this soul with abandonment
Seeking truth, that buried down. Shattered in pieces like sand
Its not blue anymore

I feel the blue
Inside this deep sorrow
Unforgettable lies
Break the silence of dream
Its not blue…only a heart without a clue
That nightmare could be defined in such way

Its not blue anymore when those doors are meant to be fooled
Seeking justification of this reality of dream…
Standing…cryin…
Till the sun drop dead with pity.
Its just not blue anymore….
I was broken twice............................................

by Anddy Steven
in Memoriam of 2 - 8 January 2010

PROJECT YANI 02: A Boy and I

"What does it mean to hope?"

The world shall end in fire;
The sky shall crumble down.

"What does it mean to hope?"

We shall be forsaken, forgotten;
Blood, tears, heartaches shall await.

"But, what does it mean to hope?"

A tree shall survive the fire;
A new sky shall form back.
All ordeals shall pass
And life shall live on.

"So, what does it mean to hope?"

Growing yourself into a man,
Yet keeping your heart a boy.

PROJECT YANI 02: My Perished Soul

Darkness..consuming my soul..
In the hollowness of the heart, emptiness of the melody..
Helpless..fail to reveal the truth..
In the broken memoirs of the later and the missing past..

Here I am,
Struggling and fighting,
Kicking and scratching,
But you’ll never know..

No more rhythm..
No more beats..
Nor the laughter of joy..
Or a string of solitude..

Dear destiny,
Take my fading soul..
If I should break these tombs..
Of never ending sorrow..

Darkness once again slowly consuming..
Until there’s nothing left in it,
My soul or what the left of it,
Slowly diminishing..
Vanished into thin air..

I can’t breathe anymore..
I’m perished!

Novenia – 16.01.2010 – 21.10