Bulgarian girl

by D D. CROW on 16/11/2009

She was born out of fire
She is a passion, Queen of sun
No fear is glowing in her eyes
Always blowing the wind away
Bulgarian girl

She is running through my mind
With a look that can make me melt
She is tells me that everything will be alright
And the sky will be there tomorrow
For us to roll in the light of sun

I know you don’t have to love me
You don’t have to kiss me as I do you
But you are and you are
Giving me sunrise
Bulgarian girl

I wanna tell you
A different word every morning
Slowly to embrace the dust
To give you my kingdom
For you are my queen of sun
Bulgarian girl

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Blow job to the cold night

by D D. CROW on 10/11/2009

My continuous is like an open card
Riding on the horses of reality

When I came to take you from the clouds
You gave me a blow job to the cold night

I was so happy
To forget the death bellow

In you I gave my faith
In me you planted love

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The straw man is spreading his wings

by D D. CROW on 3/11/2009

It seam that I can understand the silence
When words are just like paper rain
And the straw man is spreading his wings

There are no more lonely days
When senses are losing time
And you’re trembling on the shores of my future

They say that love is blind
But I can see you baby

Dismantle your heat inside my dreams
Purified from fear
Nothing is known but a simple feeling

It’s your unforgotten beauty
That spreads the straw man wings

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The shadow of blue

by D D. CROW on 2/11/2009

Alone in the shadow of blue
The scarecrow is picking up the sky
And he doesn’t mind the tale of madness
The devil’s kitchen is full
Souls, boiling on the sins of past
It’s just another day in hell
Thunder enters the room
It’s the dawn of storm
Conquered by the day of solstice
There’s something in the uncertainty of blue
Something louder then the scream of words

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White days of an angel woman

by D D. CROW on 29/10/2009

You can take everything from me
My hands
My home
My sky
Just leave me the wind of a kiss
To lose my senses by your touch

And when you’re standing close
I know the white days of an angel woman

Sometimes it’s the days
Shattering on air
Taking my hands
my home
my sky
And it’s you
That gives me the wind of a kiss
To lose my senses by your touch

Sometime it’s me
Fading away
It’s now and forever
It’s always you
That gives me the wind of a kiss
To lose my senses by your touch

Everyday it timeless
Throwing me
And when you’re standing close
I know the white days of an angel woman

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Moonstones

by D D. CROW on 29/10/2009

In a meaner of speaking
I’ll sacrifice my wishes to your love
You make it easy for my heart to be free

We’re demons in the image of man
Walking between the presentation of immaculate mind
Golden dust is washing the road
Creating shapes of rabbit holes
We’re diving to a reality of freedom

Everything you ask
I’ll bring to your lips
There are not hidden words in the moonstones

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I know the blindness of the night

by D D. CROW on 25/10/2009

When you reach and slice the sun
I see you in your nakedness
Sighing on the way you move

And I know the blindness of the night
Sculpting your light
Playing all around your beauty

When you reach and slice the sun
I feel your curves holding stars
Painting sky with thousand clouds

Oh, I know the mixture of colours
Shinning on your dreams
And that is my simple love to you
So don’t be afraid
From the blindness of the night

When you reach and slice the sun
I tell the grain of sand
It’s the loneliness of my soul
You filled with magic

And I know the chiselling of your smile
Making passion in my flesh
Turning me into your heart

When you reach and slice the sun
I see you in folded air
Spreading my mind

Oh, I know the mixture of colours
Shining on your dreams
And that is my simple love to you
And I’m not afraid
From the blindness of the night

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The lost of the collective

by D D. CROW on 24/10/2009

With anger I shall throw my arrows at the seagulls
While they beat my other heart
Sulphur and smoke
I will send them
Trample the illusion of their wings
My steps are nothing but a hush
And my idea of life is based upon mistake
That my past can hint the future
It’s the stupidity of society
Trapped in the conclusion
That everything around
Depends on others
My teacher, is the future
My arrows racing
As a human beasts
Sectioning corpse of new age philosophers
Hushing their voices
That is no wind moving but the lost of the collective
She is standing on the rock
In front of sea
My hands
Rips her innocence
Between the moons on the night
I can feel the blood of virgin
Flowing to the waves of tombstone
Tombstone of absentmindedness
To the trumpet shout
I let her body
To float on butterflies
That the blessing of life
Is not the tears of girl
The citizen of my city
Are lost
And listening to the sound of bells
Their heart is silence
And slaves they are
Now
I grow up between the question and the silence
I gave my heart to crush the rocks

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I want to be a simple bitch

by D D. CROW on 23/10/2009

I want to come into the words
And you’re silence
I want to be a kitchen butterfly
You say it’s my delusions

I want to live inside the picture
Above your bed
But you won’t paint me

I want a slice of love and soul
I want to dance some rock n’ roll
I want to be a simple bitch
I want to listen to your pitch

I want to such your stalk of passion
And you can’t get naked with me
I want to be a diving clown
You tell me to find new rhythm for my laughter

I want to be an impressionistic wall
Behind the curtain of your life
But you won’t build me

I want a slice of love and soul
I want to dance some rock n’ roll
I want to be a simple bitch
I want to listen to your pitch

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The crazy moment Is mentally unstable

by D D. CROW on 23/10/2009

The ground is burning
With lips of sweetness

Death

I can’t reach the voices in my head
And the rain is floating on ember

Keep pushing life
Making rivers between the rumours of resurrection
And it ain’t nothing but the rain
Slivering my dreams

The ground in burning
Promises breaking blood

I know, there is something going on
Inside the dying club of my existence

The crazy moment
Is mentally unstable
I’m surrounded by faceless people
Can’t get away
Can’t stay

Keep pushing life
Making rivers between the embers glow
And it ain’t nothing but the rain
Watering my soul

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