Charlie

Tell me a story, sing me a song...

On the angels lap the devils mourn.

When all seems right and all seems wrong,

The weird world just laughs along.

Tell me a story , sing me a song

There's a pain in this world from ages so long.

Wont need a sword, just love so strong.

Enough to wipe away those tears, just to prove them so wrong.

You told me stories, sang to me a lot of songs

Never did you tell me where did we all belong

We have foes and we have friends

But we never knew who stays with us till the very end.

The stories were myths and the songs a lullaby,

Didnt like them at all, they never made me cry.

Please tell me a story of life and death,

Sing to me the song to forgive and forget.

As we are no one but an ordinary man

Willing to win this world in our tiny lifespan.

"Binaural"

Bin-aural peace bilateral sense
There is a drunk man trying to cross the fence.
Time is running out desert eagles flying towards the end
And there he was getting confused with the tense.

The temple gods were getting stoned
Now a days nobody answers no more.
But the smile that made the night astray
Casted away, the empty sky turning gray
Olympus seemed so far away.

Where faith stumbles and zombies drool

Shipwreck in this carnival of fools.

A faceless man in an empty room
Even though the prodigal sun is in bloom
The performance should end soon.

Shoot the eagle
It might not take you somewhere special
But it will take you somewhere new.
Take love away, the dream is too cruel
Don't want to close these 50 ton eyes
But the tune is so nice, enough for another selfish sacrifice.

Shoot the eagle as it flies
And watch it turn into a phoenix from the ashes as it rise.
The faceless man with the 50 ton eyes
Howls in anger as the drunk man cries.

As the grey sky turns into red
The zombies sleep tired from all the bloodshed.
The stoned Gods from the temple have all fled.
And it is then that the fools in the carnival of death
Seek the bin-aural peace with a bilateral sense.

"The Comedian"

"The spotlight flickers but it is still there.
Fake pumpkin faces strayed a gaze less stare.
Corrupted with a thought not so rare.
What is true and what is truly fare?
Here is my answer, to follow, do you dare.

The spotlight flickers but there is still time.
Everything can be fixed with a nuclear bomb and a nice rhyme.
What separates bandits and queens is a very thin line.
We are an image of indifference, greed and pride.
We all want to be kings but we are sheeps surfing on high tides.
Having such an ordinary and a mundane thought is a crime.
I know its all a bad joke but please flash me a smile.

The spotlight glimmers and I am sorry there will be no absolution.
Now now don’t be sad, I welcome you to this graveyard of ambition.
With your shadow in the gutter, dance clown this is an audition.
Thy kingdom come are you worthy for admission?
I say ignore this aimless charade and violate the queen in detention.

The spotlight fades and the death of romance.
The void spiraling in a vortex and left me in a trance.
There is no answer and there is no difference.
Hats and ties but we all are wearing striped underpants.
Dying poets in an insecured dogma thriving through violence.
Kids with guns and reluctant slaves, the rebel anthem ends.
Get more fake plastic implants, to live do you need one more chance?
The spotlight hugs the night and is gone, sorry no more orgasms.
This is what you get so clap, you get plain old simple silence."

In the broken streets

The myriad thoughts and the broken dreams,
The predators prowl and their inmates scream,
The night is much darker than it is,
Even in the cold they brave the winds...
Faking smiles and false pretensions
Selling their love in sweet desperation
The rotten growls and the shaking earth
Gifts them a morning without the wrath,
The loved ones survive while they try,
The angles of hell, they cannot cry.

In the Circle of Life

Circles, ghosts, shadows and pain
So on and on as it suddenly rained.
The little boy wondered all his life
His want for peace was slashed with a knife.
But the voices in his head refused to die
He was a brave kid, but a little shy.
He thought of all the things that he loved to try
Wished he had wings and wondered he could fly.
Away from the madness of the angels and the fools,
To a place where he would never have to cry.

The little child wanted to play with the sun,
Faster than the wind, he wanted to run.
Everywhere he searched for his little paradise

Where the cacophony of this mundane earth would fail to rise.
He kept on searching but he failed ...
His tears had dried and his eyes were pale.
At last he joined the club of those fools and the angels,
Where he was left to grow into a man, heartless and lifeless.

The Devils Hymn

Sometimes when the night never ends,

Sometimes when there is no sun rays

The spirits still pray

And the soul of the mortals is what they slay.

In a weird churlish smile they say,

"Go away the dawn while we still want to pray"

The dawn fears to come,

To wash away the carcass with its shimmering rays.

And the smell of the rotten flesh fills the air

The blood stains marks the path toward the devils lair...

The only three mortals left in this world,

Tread along the path still soaked in blood.

They know that their end is coming so near

But they walk with their hearts beating without fear.

With a grin in their face they walk along,

As the death stands in their way singing this song.

The Dark Night

The Morning came and went by

The evening peeped and went before it was seen

The night heralded its arrival

But to pass by, it was not so very keen

I lay awake, dreamless on my bed

In a trance like state, thinking who am I?

Abandoned, marooned or a lonely guy...

Then came the answer from the depth of the night

As it broke into a churlish smile,

Saying "Who is it, who talks in a moronic style?"

"I say, you listen",it said

"Lonely are you?"

What on earth I am for-

To accompany you, to console you

That is what i have come for

And here i stay beside you

Solace, pleasure and dreams, is my duty to give to you!,

Then why am I like who I am,

Getting not the company of you?

Leave aside the treasures

that are from me to you.

Then I saw, what i couldn't sight,

Drops of tears from the eyes of the night.

The smile was gone,

As it said in a voice so torn

Then what about me?

The night which is a gift from Thee...

is seen not, is felt not by anybody,

Because when I come

They enjoy my gifts,

Relishing those,

They forget to accompany me.

Then tell me friend, who is lonely,

You or me ?...