<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:52:27.760+02:00</updated><category term='in Hungarian'/><category term='by my Flame of Inspiration'/><category term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Buried Alive</title><subtitle type='html'>...under the rosebush, in the backyard...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-2095219467959491101</id><published>2009-12-20T21:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:25:41.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the next level.</title><content type='html'>Dear everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say. I have to thank you, my readers, all of you, for taking a look at my sad poems every now and then. I don't say you kept this blog alive - I did. :P But still, you were a great contribution and inspiration to me, and I won't forget that. Especially not the help of my dear friend Alev, and my brother Amin - the two of you gave me the most when it came to my poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I close this stuff? Because that's what I do, I close the site for good. This site. Maybe another one will open soon. Maybe never again. Who knows? I'm closing it because it belongs to Level 1, my other life, the life I lived before the one I'm living now. I was a lone poet, misery incarnate, who tried to break out from the shell. I was buried alive, I wanted to be loved... but I thought it's not what's meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed. I have changed. For the better. Some people didn't think it's possible. I shoveled some in their face, yup. =) I'm stronger than I was before my depression, because now, I have overcome it, and I know how to overcome it. It didn't kill me - it made me stronger. I'm not lonely anymore. I have found my true love who is mine forever, and whom I give myself for all eternity. I have found faith, which is strong and eternal. I have found happiness, I have the perfect moments all the time. I have the time of my life. I stepped forward. Thanks to everyone who helped me on the way, and thanks to everyone who inspired me. I won't ever forget them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, homies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lone Poet out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-2095219467959491101?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/2095219467959491101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=2095219467959491101' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2095219467959491101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2095219467959491101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-to-next-level.html' title='Welcome to the next level.'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-2208050497833392999</id><published>2009-08-20T23:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:40:43.601+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Answer III</title><content type='html'>It is just so you&lt;br /&gt;To close the door when everything's on fire&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Now you feel you have nothing to inspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand your heart's a thing&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to share&lt;br /&gt;But simply you just can't make me not care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you can stop writing&lt;br /&gt;You can cut the stream&lt;br /&gt;But I won't keep my ears stopped&lt;br /&gt;Not to hear a scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't worry&lt;br /&gt;In the deepest dawn&lt;br /&gt;The sun will hurry&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness to spawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-2208050497833392999?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/2208050497833392999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=2208050497833392999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2208050497833392999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2208050497833392999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-answer-iii.html' title='Quick Answer III'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-2637105874896469748</id><published>2009-08-20T22:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:59:20.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Answer II</title><content type='html'>I know it's burning&lt;br /&gt;I know it aches&lt;br /&gt;Yet you don't replace your real words with fakes&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's open&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally&lt;br /&gt;Right now it just allows me to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a mirror to look into&lt;br /&gt;It's just more fun&lt;br /&gt;Than the television of the world&lt;br /&gt;It's just to make us feel the things we've never heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe inspiration is a free bird flown away&lt;br /&gt;But you'll see it again on a rainy day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-2637105874896469748?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/2637105874896469748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=2637105874896469748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2637105874896469748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2637105874896469748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-answer-ii.html' title='Quick Answer II'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-7148553817978863247</id><published>2009-08-20T22:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:34:17.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Answer</title><content type='html'>Now the world for you is so flat&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fills up emptiness that&lt;br /&gt;Comes again and gets inside you&lt;br /&gt;Makes to think of words so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between darkness and elation&lt;br /&gt;Therein lies the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to find it in the blue&lt;br /&gt;Look for it within your heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-7148553817978863247?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/7148553817978863247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=7148553817978863247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/7148553817978863247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/7148553817978863247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-answer.html' title='Quick Answer'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6164897988567721470</id><published>2009-07-25T03:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T03:08:20.512+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>From the broken horizon breaks out the crooked sunshine &lt;br /&gt;I think it’s 5 am and you’re listening to my whine &lt;br /&gt;I don’t cross the bridges &lt;br /&gt;You don’t take the skylines&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside I wish&lt;br /&gt;Just we could have our times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Share me your desires&lt;br /&gt;Be my remedy for eight hours, light up the fires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and give me aching&lt;br /&gt;Sweet strawberry kisses&lt;br /&gt;Tell me we’re making up for all the time my life misses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning is a disease&lt;br /&gt;And you infected me&lt;br /&gt;I wish it’s going to end soon, I hope it is deadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and give me calming&lt;br /&gt;Mild apricot kisses&lt;br /&gt;Look deep in my weary eyes and make me feel I exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From behind the dark clouds slowly ignites the moonbeam&lt;br /&gt;Wait again for the twilight that makes my soul swim upstream &lt;br /&gt;Obvious, I know it&lt;br /&gt;But I keep the silence&lt;br /&gt;Just because I admit&lt;br /&gt;All the dreams have no chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6164897988567721470?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6164897988567721470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6164897988567721470' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6164897988567721470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6164897988567721470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-3277471787371716487</id><published>2009-06-17T01:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:27:24.290+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Losing You Forever</title><content type='html'>Staring at the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;Seems this day is getting done&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm out of the maze&lt;br /&gt;Got rid of this purple haze&lt;br /&gt;I just can't keep my eyes on&lt;br /&gt;This flaming red horizon&lt;br /&gt;Not letting us together&lt;br /&gt;So I lose you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the splinters of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I just throw away the part&lt;br /&gt;Not allowed to keep inside&lt;br /&gt;Have to extinguish my light&lt;br /&gt;All the darkness in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Burns like a chunk of charcoal&lt;br /&gt;Tried to put it out with tears&lt;br /&gt;It set afire my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hope, I feel lost&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you helped me most&lt;br /&gt;All is over, all is down&lt;br /&gt;This feeling will make me drown&lt;br /&gt;My emotions slowly whirled&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside our astral world&lt;br /&gt;May my spirit seek it through&lt;br /&gt;Won't ever find one like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-3277471787371716487?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/3277471787371716487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=3277471787371716487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/3277471787371716487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/3277471787371716487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/06/losing-you-forever.html' title='Losing You Forever'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-8099077044470145114</id><published>2009-06-12T17:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:06:07.138+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Cry of the Fool</title><content type='html'>Just wish I could tell you&lt;br /&gt;Just wish I could tell who&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;So I cry and let your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show it now&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I knew how&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn't hear my word&lt;br /&gt;Flustered heartbeats, never heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure know I need you&lt;br /&gt;You were keeping me alive&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;I can't help I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you to help survive&lt;br /&gt;All days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you why&lt;br /&gt;Wish I wouldn't have to lie&lt;br /&gt;But not a word you'd believe&lt;br /&gt;These bounds I can't relieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could find a way&lt;br /&gt;To let you know, make you say&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could just make me see&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a vanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-8099077044470145114?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/8099077044470145114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=8099077044470145114' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/8099077044470145114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/8099077044470145114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/06/cry-of-fool.html' title='Cry of the Fool'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-125105350084599901</id><published>2009-05-25T00:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:54:10.536+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Why can't I say it out loud?&lt;br /&gt;What am I so afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there a rose red cloud&lt;br /&gt;When I say it is not love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, it was a disaster&lt;br /&gt;Can't let it happen again&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to react faster&lt;br /&gt;To my angel's crazy plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall, fall with me&lt;br /&gt;You are all my soul's desire&lt;br /&gt;Run, run from me&lt;br /&gt;You will get caught by the fire&lt;br /&gt;Come, come to me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear your heart's choir&lt;br /&gt;I want to see&lt;br /&gt;When a wonder takes me higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a liar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-125105350084599901?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/125105350084599901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=125105350084599901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/125105350084599901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/125105350084599901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/05/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-7787982557878938012</id><published>2009-05-23T04:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:09:45.684+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>Again, those fervent vibrations&lt;br /&gt;My heart slowly turning blind&lt;br /&gt;Unseen, unknown constellations&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting lost in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars I want to lie&lt;br /&gt;Watch them as they're bleeding milk&lt;br /&gt;On your soul I want to get high&lt;br /&gt;Touch your hand, it's sweet as silk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my sacrament in this grim&lt;br /&gt;Deflorated underworld!&lt;br /&gt;In the fountain of life we'll swim&lt;br /&gt;And we'll ride the thunderbird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would offer you everything&lt;br /&gt;But yea I'm nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I just have the Icarus-wings&lt;br /&gt;Determined to let me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deal with my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm not worth a glance&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my pathetic notions&lt;br /&gt;You just caught me off balance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-7787982557878938012?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/7787982557878938012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=7787982557878938012' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/7787982557878938012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/7787982557878938012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/05/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6939894786792946268</id><published>2009-05-15T02:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:19:36.084+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by my Flame of Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Celestial Dreams</title><content type='html'>I'm deep inside the night with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;My soul goes on a flight, getting out of my place&lt;br /&gt;Floating with the clouds, shining with the stars&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the crowd behind, breaking out the bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey continues as the dawn breaks&lt;br /&gt;The city underneath slowly awakes&lt;br /&gt;But I'm already awake, having a daydream&lt;br /&gt;I dream of a soul that doesn't fit the scheme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing by, but not my joy&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreamworld is all mine to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I need is whenever there for me&lt;br /&gt;Whomever I want is wherever here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreamworld, the whole world is mine&lt;br /&gt;Especially the one that makes it all divine&lt;br /&gt;The one who gives me power to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;More than any word could ever define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first poem I wrote together with my dear friend &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09674959358355662373"&gt;Allie&lt;/a&gt;, who is my Flame of Inspiration, feeding the miserable sparkle I have for poetic ideas these days. Very special thanks to her, for making me write again, and also for making my days recently, every day again and again... I most probably will never be able to redeem all the happiness she's been giving me lately. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, and I hope we make a habit of this. =)&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09674959358355662373"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6939894786792946268?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6939894786792946268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6939894786792946268' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6939894786792946268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6939894786792946268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/05/celestial-dreams.html' title='Celestial Dreams'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-3777913802875830999</id><published>2009-05-11T01:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:57:06.558+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>Every night I see the moon&lt;br /&gt;I know they will hurt me soon&lt;br /&gt;Every time I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;You tell me a lovely lie&lt;br /&gt;Every time I want to fall&lt;br /&gt;You just simply heal it all&lt;br /&gt;Every day I see the sun&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that you're the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one for whatever&lt;br /&gt;Whenever&lt;br /&gt;Wherever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-3777913802875830999?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/3777913802875830999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=3777913802875830999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/3777913802875830999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/3777913802875830999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/05/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6326159452612211669</id><published>2009-03-28T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:58:57.525+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Csendélet</title><content type='html'>A sors jobbra-balra rángat&lt;br /&gt;Míg süti a hold pofánkat&lt;br /&gt;Kertünkben nem állít magának palotát Kubla kán&lt;br /&gt;Mert mi csak zöld taknyok vagyunk&lt;br /&gt;Sokasodunk, szaporodunk&lt;br /&gt;S szétkenődünk tüsszenetként a busz hideg ablakán&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6326159452612211669?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6326159452612211669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6326159452612211669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6326159452612211669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6326159452612211669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/03/csendelet.html' title='Csendélet'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-2415979003083053960</id><published>2009-03-07T05:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:53:06.537+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Furor Teutonicus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Stefan der Schwabe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ye mighty Ladies and Lords!&lt;br /&gt;Let me show my company!&lt;br /&gt;Bow before my boreal hordes&lt;br /&gt;You are in my custody!&lt;br /&gt;I am Stefan, gentle-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Leader of the Swabians&lt;br /&gt;Your life will be soon departed&lt;br /&gt;Your weak arms mean no defense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Roman Centurion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Centurion Flavius,&lt;br /&gt;Servant of the Emperor!&lt;br /&gt;My ancestors were patricians,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a full-time conqueror!&lt;br /&gt;You barbarians disgust me,&lt;br /&gt;I have met your kind before!&lt;br /&gt;Just an hour, and your dirty&lt;br /&gt;Nordic blood covers the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Stefan der Schwabe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say, filthy Roman!&lt;br /&gt;I finish you, just you wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Roman Centurion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon our hands will show your omen,&lt;br /&gt;You will never reach the gate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[The Visionary Chronicler]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens as I have forseen&lt;br /&gt;On this dawn of German wrath&lt;br /&gt;Human corpses cover all green&lt;br /&gt;As the Romans fight to death&lt;br /&gt;In a sudden, deadly moment&lt;br /&gt;The Swabian stabs his sword&lt;br /&gt;Through the chest of the old Roman&lt;br /&gt;Before he could say a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Stefan der Schwabe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I told you, aristocrat,&lt;br /&gt;Nobility’s not present&lt;br /&gt;As you lay there, soon you are dead&lt;br /&gt;It must be quite unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;How we, the savage people&lt;br /&gt;Crush the corrupt Empire&lt;br /&gt;As we drown the Roman eagle&lt;br /&gt;In eternal hellfire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[Roman Centurion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what I say now&lt;br /&gt;You will soon get through the wall&lt;br /&gt;As no matter why, when or how:&lt;br /&gt;Empires are born to fall&lt;br /&gt;People blinded by the power&lt;br /&gt;Control masses of their own&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to zero hour&lt;br /&gt;Someone else sits in the throne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[The Visionary Chronicler]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was death what their swords carried:&lt;br /&gt;Soon the Empire perished&lt;br /&gt;And the Germans gladly married&lt;br /&gt;Local women they cherished&lt;br /&gt;Some hundred years in the future&lt;br /&gt;Once the rampant conqueror,&lt;br /&gt;The student became the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;Holy Roman Emperor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-2415979003083053960?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/2415979003083053960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=2415979003083053960' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2415979003083053960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2415979003083053960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/03/furor-teutonicus.html' title='Furor Teutonicus'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6423709082113233699</id><published>2009-03-03T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:08:12.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Song to Autumn</title><content type='html'>I wake up in the deepest night&lt;br /&gt;Under the light of sleeping stars&lt;br /&gt;I mourn the times it was all right&lt;br /&gt;When I didn’t have these deep scars&lt;br /&gt;I sit down next to the fire&lt;br /&gt;Where dark visions start to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;My soul shakes from dead desire&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss what we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear nearby minstrels singing&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of flutes fill my emptiness&lt;br /&gt;My spirit merges with the spring&lt;br /&gt;I get far away from distress&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the violins cry&lt;br /&gt;My tears start to flow like rivers&lt;br /&gt;I feel the spirit of love die&lt;br /&gt;My body gives its last shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it have to happen this way?&lt;br /&gt;Why did we have to fail?&lt;br /&gt;We said we will hold on, come what may&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t love prevail?&lt;br /&gt;Springtime of my being starts today,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I’m so sad and pale&lt;br /&gt;Because Autumn is so far away,&lt;br /&gt;She won’t leave me a trail...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6423709082113233699?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6423709082113233699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6423709082113233699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6423709082113233699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6423709082113233699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/03/song-to-autumn.html' title='Song to Autumn'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-7251829328644944253</id><published>2009-02-24T00:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:46:58.336+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Crush Misery</title><content type='html'>I defy you, soulmonger &lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if you tread on my hand &lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on much longer &lt;br /&gt;But your destructive reign shall soon end &lt;br /&gt;Right, I’m fallen on the ground &lt;br /&gt;You feel strong cause I am defenseless &lt;br /&gt;You make me a slave hands bound&lt;br /&gt;But Hell, how far you are from success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know you help me with my isolation?&lt;br /&gt;Your prison is a place of regeneration&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you see my pain is just mere imitation?&lt;br /&gt;You will feel the burning whips of domination! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deny you, soulmonger &lt;br /&gt;For you, it seems nothing goes as planned &lt;br /&gt;You only made me stronger&lt;br /&gt;I see you don’t have no friends at hand&lt;br /&gt;I remove every fake wound&lt;br /&gt;My ancient spirit you can’t suppress&lt;br /&gt;I love hearing your last sound&lt;br /&gt;As the fear in your blank eyes confess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to destroy me was a wrong war to wage&lt;br /&gt;As it was worth nothing but awakened my rage&lt;br /&gt;My hand on this world will bring a new Golden Age!&lt;br /&gt;Your pathetic existence isn’t worth a page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in the books of history...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-7251829328644944253?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/7251829328644944253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=7251829328644944253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/7251829328644944253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/7251829328644944253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/02/crush-misery.html' title='Crush Misery'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-4236273198237688624</id><published>2009-02-03T00:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:00:24.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Segíts</title><content type='html'>Öneszményem kristályszobra repedt apró szilánkokra&lt;br /&gt;Egész lényem zuhant porba s megfizettem, úgy hiszem&lt;br /&gt;Vezeklést kívánt a lelkem, hiszen bűn volt, amit tettem&lt;br /&gt;Mert nekem tilos szeretnem, mégis mindig megteszem...&lt;br /&gt;Bennem örvénylő vértenger, szívbe maró sós könnyekkel&lt;br /&gt;Nem is küzdök, úgyis elnyel, nyelvét érzem hátamon&lt;br /&gt;Nem nyújtod felém kezedet, könnyeznek borostyán-szemek&lt;br /&gt;Azt mondod, ha elsüllyedek, múlik majd a fájdalom&lt;br /&gt;Engem a kín nem érdekel, csak ami velem süllyed el&lt;br /&gt;Ha két karod ki nem emel lelkem vörös poklából&lt;br /&gt;Nem zavar már a szenvedés, az sem, ha kísér megvetés&lt;br /&gt;Csak a nap érjen véget és ments ki sötét fogdámból&lt;br /&gt;Szorítsd kezeddel kezemet különben a vér eltemet&lt;br /&gt;Széttépi gyenge testemet, s többé nem érezhetek&lt;br /&gt;Pedig csak az érzés számít, ez az, mi magához csábít&lt;br /&gt;Még úgy is, ha mindig ámít, ettől vagyunk emberek&lt;br /&gt;Ne aggódj, nem temethet el a bánat, tudom, tűrni kell&lt;br /&gt;A fény majd magasba emel még akkor is, hogyha tán&lt;br /&gt;Minden, amit hátrahagyok az lesz, hogy magányos vagyok&lt;br /&gt;Amikor halálra fagyok majd egy téli éjszakán.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-4236273198237688624?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/4236273198237688624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=4236273198237688624' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4236273198237688624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4236273198237688624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/02/segits.html' title='Segíts'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6144575397262108011</id><published>2009-01-29T05:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:00:20.639+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>A Short One for Her</title><content type='html'>I feel that motionless thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside your outer shell&lt;br /&gt;When you, upside-down, try to conform&lt;br /&gt;Yourself, it doesn’t go well&lt;br /&gt;That mysterious love’s providing&lt;br /&gt;You all those vital supplies&lt;br /&gt;I will never know the things hiding &lt;br /&gt;Behind that pair of dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever know you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6144575397262108011?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6144575397262108011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6144575397262108011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6144575397262108011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6144575397262108011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/01/short-one-for-her.html' title='A Short One for Her'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-7141332426497190920</id><published>2009-01-16T13:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:00:16.893+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>The Goddess of Contradiction</title><content type='html'>How come she is so lovely&lt;br /&gt;When she says she’s all alone&lt;br /&gt;How can she be so lonely&lt;br /&gt;With hundred friends of her own?&lt;br /&gt;How can she be so caring&lt;br /&gt;While she says she doesn’t care?&lt;br /&gt;How can I feel her sharing&lt;br /&gt;Her pain? I’m not even there&lt;br /&gt;How come she is so freaky&lt;br /&gt;When she’s normal all the way?&lt;br /&gt;How can she understand me&lt;br /&gt;While she locks herself away?&lt;br /&gt;How can she have the power&lt;br /&gt;Which I myself can’t define&lt;br /&gt;And how is she so sour,&lt;br /&gt;Happy, worldly and divine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-7141332426497190920?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/7141332426497190920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=7141332426497190920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/7141332426497190920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/7141332426497190920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/01/goddess-of-wierdness.html' title='The Goddess of Contradiction'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-5857261352246509129</id><published>2009-01-14T14:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:00:11.759+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Pyramid of Lies</title><content type='html'>Mess.&lt;br /&gt;Worthless,&lt;br /&gt;And useless.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a liar.&lt;br /&gt;I cut the wire,&lt;br /&gt;Set myself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;In the rain of blood and ink&lt;br /&gt;The licking flames would never think&lt;br /&gt;But there is an end to everything&lt;br /&gt;And the walls of Jericho perished&lt;br /&gt;It will not happen if you wished&lt;br /&gt;Good shall not go unpunished&lt;br /&gt;Fading voice of angels&lt;br /&gt;Undoing dangers&lt;br /&gt;Kill avengers&lt;br /&gt;And the bless:&lt;br /&gt;Last breath.&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-5857261352246509129?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/5857261352246509129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=5857261352246509129' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/5857261352246509129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/5857261352246509129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/01/pyramid-of-lies.html' title='Pyramid of Lies'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-3890661713006522321</id><published>2009-01-13T22:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:53:47.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>I try to survive every day&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the pain to go away&lt;br /&gt;I try to look like I’m okay&lt;br /&gt;But the price is too much to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I want to hide&lt;br /&gt;Hot tears are washing off my mask&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hardly I tried&lt;br /&gt;Frozen they accomplished their task&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep myself alive&lt;br /&gt;While I don’t want to join the hive&lt;br /&gt;But salvation doesn’t arrive&lt;br /&gt;And I feel too weak to revive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul is my sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;When my troubles make a twister&lt;br /&gt;As it comes closer to bury;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cheyanne&lt;/span&gt; is the name I whisper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-3890661713006522321?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/3890661713006522321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=3890661713006522321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/3890661713006522321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/3890661713006522321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2009/01/sanctuary.html' title='Sanctuary'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6077234832249227499</id><published>2008-12-15T21:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:12:46.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Szimfónia</title><content type='html'>Életem bús ritmusára fordul át a metronóm&lt;br /&gt;Odafent a zongorista játszik, ő a fényhozóm&lt;br /&gt;Idelent a cigányprímás lehunyt szemmel hegedül&lt;br /&gt;Én csak ülök a tűz mellett, mindörökké egyedül&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Álmaim rövid vonója égi húron úgy zokog&lt;br /&gt;Szenvedésem ritmusára szívem erőtlen dobog&lt;br /&gt;Fájdalomnak dallamára sír a lelkem, eltaszít&lt;br /&gt;Csend borul az éjszakára, sötét fátyol elvakít&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem hagyom magam, felállok, arcom rezzenéstelen&lt;br /&gt;Azt hiszitek, hogyha láttok, nincsen bennem érzelem&lt;br /&gt;Mélyre ásom el a szívem, szilánkokra törötten&lt;br /&gt;Nem érdekel, hogy a világ lángba borul mögöttem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6077234832249227499?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6077234832249227499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6077234832249227499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6077234832249227499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6077234832249227499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/12/szimfnia.html' title='Szimfónia'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-4983889839528829058</id><published>2008-12-13T21:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:11:35.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Soha</title><content type='html'>Élvezd az ébredő tavaszt, mézvirágok illatát&lt;br /&gt;Hallgasd a tenger szelének hívogató halk szavát&lt;br /&gt;Ne gondolj rám, ne nézz felém, ne tépjen a gondolat&lt;br /&gt;Maradj vele, szeresd soká, felejtsd el az arcomat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boldogan tekints az égre, érted ég a napsugár&lt;br /&gt;Mosolyogva lássa arcod, legyen büszke rád a nyár&lt;br /&gt;Én, a sorsnak tévedése, nem lehettem jó neked&lt;br /&gt;Szemem tüzének kihunyása ne bántsa lelkedet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És ha hullnak őszi lombok, taposs rájuk gondtalan&lt;br /&gt;Aranysárga, rozsdabarna, van belőlük számtalan&lt;br /&gt;Szemed fényét ne karcolja a végtelen fájdalom&lt;br /&gt;Nyomorúságom ne lásd, ne gyúljon benned szánalom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne szürkítse semmi felhő életednek kék egét&lt;br /&gt;Festői harmóniád borús vihar ne tépje szét&lt;br /&gt;De egy téli estén ejts értem egy árva könnycseppet&lt;br /&gt;Az őrültért, ki mindvégig töretlenül hitt benned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-4983889839528829058?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/4983889839528829058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=4983889839528829058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4983889839528829058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4983889839528829058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/12/soha.html' title='Soha'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-1176990468186807707</id><published>2008-12-03T21:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:39:12.592+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Újra</title><content type='html'>Hamuzöld puszták kiégett medrén&lt;br /&gt;Kiköptem a szívem mert nem érti&lt;br /&gt;Felszántott temetőnek hamvvedrén&lt;br /&gt;A rózsaszál vörösen kísérti&lt;br /&gt;Füleit ötven orgona bántja&lt;br /&gt;Szemeit alkony bíbora tépi&lt;br /&gt;Bőrét a sima szellő lehántja&lt;br /&gt;Volna bár oly silány minden férfi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-1176990468186807707?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/1176990468186807707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=1176990468186807707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/1176990468186807707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/1176990468186807707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/12/jra.html' title='Újra'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-1445668777998896597</id><published>2008-11-30T01:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:41:51.595+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Üvegember</title><content type='html'>Üvegember vagyok, állok mozdulatlan&lt;br /&gt;A sűrű utcákon, a nagyvilágban&lt;br /&gt;Közel jönnek és keresztül néznek rajtam&lt;br /&gt;És rohannak tovább az éjszakában&lt;br /&gt;Valaki hozzámér - néha megtörténik&lt;br /&gt;Szilánkokra törten fekszem odalent&lt;br /&gt;De csak értetlen és üres szemmel nézik&lt;br /&gt;Nem látják a táncoló fényt odabent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De kitesznek újra, és újra és újra&lt;br /&gt;És egy hideg napon te is arra jársz&lt;br /&gt;Mindketten vágyunk már a szépre és újra&lt;br /&gt;És meglátod bennem azt, amire vársz&lt;br /&gt;Látsz is, nem csak nézel, látod, amit más nem&lt;br /&gt;De az üveg szürke, nem érted, miért&lt;br /&gt;Nem szabadulhatok, állok türelmetlen.&lt;br /&gt;Mentsd hát meg az üvegember életét!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fesd hát az arcomra (ragadj egy ecsetet)&lt;br /&gt;Azt a boldogságot, amit adsz nekem&lt;br /&gt;Mázolj a lelkemre gyönyörű remeket&lt;br /&gt;(Mártsd be újra,) hajnalig maradj velem&lt;br /&gt;Évek múltán most életre kelek talán&lt;br /&gt;Igazi arcomon új mosolyt hagyok&lt;br /&gt;Vigye kezed őszinte hűség, s azután&lt;br /&gt;Hadd legyek végre már az, aki vagyok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-1445668777998896597?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/1445668777998896597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-8656169736949576516</id><published>2008-11-29T05:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:17:56.979+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Lelkem tüze</title><content type='html'>Melankolikusan, szép remények nélkül&lt;br /&gt;Szívemben kétségeim hűtik a vért&lt;br /&gt;Számomra egy szoba már a Mennyben épül&lt;br /&gt;Mihály arkangyal már a vállamhoz ért&lt;br /&gt;Halandó életem örökre feladtam&lt;br /&gt;Az ég értem zokog és a csillagok&lt;br /&gt;Egy színdarabot adnak elő alattam&lt;br /&gt;Mert ők azt hiszik, hogy már otthon vagyok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Még a testem itt ül, árva asztal mellett&lt;br /&gt;Csak egy gyufacsonk, más semmi rajta nincs&lt;br /&gt;Meg egy lila gyertya - hát csak ennyi tellett&lt;br /&gt;Mely csak büszke lánggal égve volna kincs&lt;br /&gt;A lelkem tükrében figyelem és nézem&lt;br /&gt;De az apró lángnyelv sosem lobban fel&lt;br /&gt;Mert a kék szemeim jégből vannak; érzem&lt;br /&gt;Már hiába minden, sírba visznek el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De te mellémállsz és megfogod a kezem&lt;br /&gt;Látja a Halál: angyal vagy - elenged&lt;br /&gt;Nem ellenkezik, tudja, érted létezem&lt;br /&gt;Barna szemeid szikrája melenget&lt;br /&gt;Meggyullad a kanóc, lelkem lángra lobban&lt;br /&gt;Az eltűnő sötétség a fénybe hajt&lt;br /&gt;Hold elől futó Nap felkel nagy titokban&lt;br /&gt;És így várok veled minden új hajnalt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-8656169736949576516?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/8656169736949576516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-1856216216871610971</id><published>2008-11-28T05:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:56:35.853+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in Hungarian'/><title type='text'>Kincs</title><content type='html'>A megrontott világ szürke mocsarában&lt;br /&gt;Az élet és halál tiszta folyamában&lt;br /&gt;Egy kincset keresek, keresem a mélyben&lt;br /&gt;Egy sziklán elesek, elveszem az éjben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem halok meg soha, sorsom sokkal rosszabb:&lt;br /&gt;Kínjaimnak sora éltemnél is hosszabb&lt;br /&gt;Menekülök, érzem, megfojt ez az érzés&lt;br /&gt;A szívemben vérzem, el nem áll a vérzés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A holt mélyben vagyok, a lelkem elillan&lt;br /&gt;Kőszoborrá fagyok - de a mélyben csillan&lt;br /&gt;Egy gyönyörű gyöngyszem! tenyerembe zárom&lt;br /&gt;Mert ő az én kincsem, ő kell mindenáron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az ő melegsége hevíti fel testem&lt;br /&gt;Az ő közelsége oldozza el lelkem&lt;br /&gt;És a szabad lélek oltárán vétkezem&lt;br /&gt;Imádkozom, félek, meg ne csússzon kezem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-1856216216871610971?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/1856216216871610971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=1856216216871610971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/1856216216871610971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/1856216216871610971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/kincs.html' title='Kincs'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6991949582992347220</id><published>2008-11-18T19:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:19:47.060+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>To a Friend</title><content type='html'>I should stop bothering you&lt;br /&gt;Crying to you lifelong&lt;br /&gt;I don’t say anything new&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the same old song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t keep from singing&lt;br /&gt;These lyrics of my heart&lt;br /&gt;They control my everything&lt;br /&gt;Like an ancient star chart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you seem the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who’s willing to hear me&lt;br /&gt;And you are the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who is not to fear me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw the places I saw&lt;br /&gt;You know what is inside&lt;br /&gt;You know of my every flaw&lt;br /&gt;You see the things I hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ungrateful, I think&lt;br /&gt;You had much to give me&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t give you a thing&lt;br /&gt;So please... forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6991949582992347220?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6991949582992347220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6991949582992347220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6991949582992347220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6991949582992347220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-friend.html' title='To a Friend'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-4024923131506713195</id><published>2008-11-17T23:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:08:27.502+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Lone Poet</title><content type='html'>My eyes are made of sapphire&lt;br /&gt;But my tears are rubies&lt;br /&gt;My spirit is born of fire&lt;br /&gt;Fire I can’t release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is a wall of stained glass&lt;br /&gt;Holds the grief unspoken&lt;br /&gt;If you’re unable to surpass&lt;br /&gt;Easy to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crescent is my only sun&lt;br /&gt;Darkness lifts me sky high&lt;br /&gt;My enemies have all the fun&lt;br /&gt;While I fail to pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom I made saint was a harlot&lt;br /&gt;She has stolen my grace&lt;br /&gt;Whom I trusted made the scarlet&lt;br /&gt;Paintings onto my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I remember the old days&lt;br /&gt;When I fought for the cause&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m blinded by the haze&lt;br /&gt;Now I fight just because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to sing along&lt;br /&gt;No chance for a duet&lt;br /&gt;Solitude is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;For I’m a lone poet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-4024923131506713195?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/4024923131506713195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=4024923131506713195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4024923131506713195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4024923131506713195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/lone-poet.html' title='Lone Poet'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-2250144872875939823</id><published>2008-11-17T23:01:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:25.856+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>I love you, idiot</title><content type='html'>My soul is desolate&lt;br /&gt;But you can fix it all the time&lt;br /&gt;I could as well be dead&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the reason I’m alive&lt;br /&gt;Not that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;But you carry me till the top&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always let you go&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather die than hold you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always hold me up&lt;br /&gt;But it’s okay cause I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;I never want to stop&lt;br /&gt;Cause your voice is my lovely tone&lt;br /&gt;Your knight’s not amused&lt;br /&gt;I know he’d kill me cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be with you&lt;br /&gt;In the blue mirror of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is my combat zone&lt;br /&gt;I wait ’til he’s overthrown&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I’ll try to grone&lt;br /&gt;Completely - on my own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-2250144872875939823?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/2250144872875939823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=2250144872875939823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2250144872875939823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/2250144872875939823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-idiot.html' title='I love you, idiot'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-4677931683043073091</id><published>2008-11-17T23:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:23.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>Love’s an irredeemable deal&lt;br /&gt;My heart can’t ever withdraw&lt;br /&gt;Pain’s a thing unlikely to heal&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes go red of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I try to patch my lack of faith&lt;br /&gt;Unhand all bitter feeling&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep an even pace&lt;br /&gt;But that way’s unappealing&lt;br /&gt;’cause I search for you in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Doing that, I don’t forget&lt;br /&gt;My soul’s dead, but love never dies&lt;br /&gt;I’m Misery Incarnate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-4677931683043073091?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/4677931683043073091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=4677931683043073091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4677931683043073091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4677931683043073091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-4645910828752212480</id><published>2008-11-17T23:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:20.174+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Carnival Closed Down</title><content type='html'>Dodging the inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Is like trying to run bound&lt;br /&gt;Like I try to escape trouble&lt;br /&gt;On an old merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ferris-wheel showed me the top&lt;br /&gt;Cruelly gave me what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not the right place to stop&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand there brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could cry a river up there&lt;br /&gt;Up or down, it looks all the same&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be lone everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Truly I’m the only to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are they the illusionists&lt;br /&gt;My shadows in every dark place?&lt;br /&gt;Fallen angels, managed to kiss&lt;br /&gt;Malformed smiles on my ugly face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get the point of the game&lt;br /&gt;I’m fresh out of golden coins&lt;br /&gt;Fake magicians lost all the fame&lt;br /&gt;Their wands burn in rusty ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that act, I lost my patience&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready, let’s have the action!&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly smiling Satans agents:&lt;br /&gt;Here I demand satisfaction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-4645910828752212480?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/4645910828752212480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=4645910828752212480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4645910828752212480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4645910828752212480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/carnival-closed-down.html' title='Carnival Closed Down'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-3017780230185399367</id><published>2008-11-17T23:00:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:32.110+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>When I know she won’t come tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I stand till dawn awake&lt;br /&gt;When I know she’s not worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t care what’s at stake&lt;br /&gt;When I see her icy blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;And blood’s burning in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I try to throw off my disguise&lt;br /&gt;But my hands are trembling hard&lt;br /&gt;When I wait that magic moment&lt;br /&gt;Which I’m waiting forever&lt;br /&gt;Which could end my tragic torment&lt;br /&gt;Giving myself up to her&lt;br /&gt;When I feel a strong desire&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty for her lovely voice&lt;br /&gt;Feels like flaming in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Of moments at I rejoice&lt;br /&gt;When I close my aching eyelids&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing but her smile&lt;br /&gt;But a frantic feeling forbids&lt;br /&gt;My soul to be versatile&lt;br /&gt;It’s the feeling for I hunger&lt;br /&gt;The grasp of that lovely girl&lt;br /&gt;When I can’t bare any longer&lt;br /&gt;’cause my thoughts are in a whirl&lt;br /&gt;When her lips are gleaming brightly&lt;br /&gt;They lure me like a blackhole&lt;br /&gt;Every time she’s walking near me&lt;br /&gt;Almost kills my self-control&lt;br /&gt;When I think I needed all this&lt;br /&gt;Pushing myself down to Hell&lt;br /&gt;When I believe after that kiss&lt;br /&gt;She was mad of me as well&lt;br /&gt;When I’m frightened because I feel&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never see her again&lt;br /&gt;And I – unable to conceal –&lt;br /&gt;Cry unworthy of a man&lt;br /&gt;I fight myself by my own hand&lt;br /&gt;As I don’t know common-sense&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to serve her will, and&lt;br /&gt;Kill myself in self-defense&lt;br /&gt;When I clearly know it’s all wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I feel it’s good for me&lt;br /&gt;I lay down and sing this sad song&lt;br /&gt;And sink in love hopelessly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-3017780230185399367?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/3017780230185399367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=3017780230185399367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/3017780230185399367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/3017780230185399367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-4507167135928881119</id><published>2008-11-17T23:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:29.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Triangle</title><content type='html'>I can see you love him&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you is my sin&lt;br /&gt;You know I was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;You know what’s the meaning&lt;br /&gt;I know I was careless&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn’t care less&lt;br /&gt;I can love an angel&lt;br /&gt;You can’t love a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we just you and me?&lt;br /&gt;I would fight for you knightly&lt;br /&gt;You’re like this and I’m like that&lt;br /&gt;I’m better than him, I bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, I’m a stranger&lt;br /&gt;For me, you’re an angel&lt;br /&gt;In heaven and careless&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t care less&lt;br /&gt;Love is all the meaning&lt;br /&gt;I can see the gleaming&lt;br /&gt;For you, I shed my skin&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry you love him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-4507167135928881119?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/4507167135928881119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=4507167135928881119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4507167135928881119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/4507167135928881119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/triangle.html' title='Triangle'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6218287300474612476</id><published>2008-11-17T23:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:27.739+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Rhetorical Questions</title><content type='html'>High on feelings, no concealings,&lt;br /&gt;Who decides I’m upside down?&lt;br /&gt;Acting gentle, going mental,&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell if I look frown?&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tender, pain’s my shelter,&lt;br /&gt;A crown of torns is my crown.&lt;br /&gt;So they shell me, oh, God, tell me,&lt;br /&gt;What good is a crying clown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always haunted, stand dumbfounded,&lt;br /&gt;Where did my way go astray?&lt;br /&gt;When their word calls, I take their falls.&lt;br /&gt;Why is my heart your ashtray?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hand it, I must stand it,&lt;br /&gt;Why does red and blue go gray?&lt;br /&gt;World is tainted, how you paint it,&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I just have my day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6218287300474612476?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6218287300474612476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6218287300474612476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6218287300474612476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6218287300474612476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/rhetorical-questions.html' title='Rhetorical Questions'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6434014700464121465</id><published>2008-11-17T22:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:15:30.293+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Thirst for blood</title><content type='html'>World does have fiendish seasons&lt;br /&gt;Men just always have the reasons&lt;br /&gt;Someone calls it self-defense&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;My bloodlust never ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that spring was kind of creepy&lt;br /&gt;I sank in love with you deeply&lt;br /&gt;Your red lips were fairly mild&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you squarely, wild&lt;br /&gt;One hellish, bloody ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer came for one day only&lt;br /&gt;Charged me up and let me lonely&lt;br /&gt;Closed my heart and threw the key&lt;br /&gt;Left me tortured horribly&lt;br /&gt;And made me bloodthirsty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn was just kindly painful&lt;br /&gt;God loved me and made me grateful&lt;br /&gt;Tried to help me let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I still saw your shadow&lt;br /&gt;A red, metallic glow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter's dark eyes look so charming&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to kill you, darling&lt;br /&gt;All your lies will end today&lt;br /&gt;Blood's a price I'll gladly pay&lt;br /&gt;That's a deadly day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the new king&lt;br /&gt;Your reign's over&lt;br /&gt;Bow before my&lt;br /&gt;Godly power&lt;br /&gt;Knife is striking,&lt;br /&gt;reddish shower,&lt;br /&gt;Blood is sparkling,&lt;br /&gt;my hallower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the dawn is coming&lt;br /&gt;I can hear its deadly humming&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe a bomb's ticking in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess soon I'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I've gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;That's the best nightmare I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, with every treason,&lt;br /&gt;I had every reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, girl. You hurt me, and you keep hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;But I never could hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6434014700464121465?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6434014700464121465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6434014700464121465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6434014700464121465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6434014700464121465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/thirst-for-blood.html' title='Thirst for blood'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-1486881878413042710</id><published>2008-11-17T22:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:36.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>My wrecked soul is full of intruders&lt;br /&gt;They just come and want me to get out&lt;br /&gt;Every day, it’s only getting worse&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t know what is this all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me to leave my own head?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I just sleep in my bed?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me to kindly die?&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, why, why, why, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting with this endless incursion&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hopeless, and there’s nowhere to run&lt;br /&gt;When I’m fresh out of ammunition&lt;br /&gt;It seems there is always another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me to meet my own end?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I just hold her sweet hand?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me to burn the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, why, why, why, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living a life of benefaction&lt;br /&gt;Even my demons think I’m psychotic&lt;br /&gt;I will never join any faction&lt;br /&gt;All my sins are making me chaotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me to lose my own faith?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you just show your true face?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want me to close my eye?&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, why, why, oh, why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-1486881878413042710?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/1486881878413042710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=1486881878413042710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/1486881878413042710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/1486881878413042710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-6055995427206157196</id><published>2008-11-17T22:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:42.761+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>Going around</title><content type='html'>There’s a soft melody in my head:&lt;br /&gt;Singing about my curse.&lt;br /&gt;That feeling has me driven mad,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s just getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand it for too long&lt;br /&gt;When I am unbound:&lt;br /&gt;At the tower of love I go&lt;br /&gt;Just around and around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me lights are going on,&lt;br /&gt;Behind me they are going out.&lt;br /&gt;Between them fading pictures of&lt;br /&gt;Whom I can’t live without&lt;br /&gt;The image of her gleaming eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Company of my bouncing lies.&lt;br /&gt;My face just grins, but my heart cries,&lt;br /&gt;For I’m a man of short goodbyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a disturbing noise in my brain,&lt;br /&gt;It’s saying I’m a fool,&lt;br /&gt;’cause only suffering and pain&lt;br /&gt;Are fueling my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I have been deceived by a lie:&lt;br /&gt;That love is meant to fail.&lt;br /&gt;So I am just the poor fall guy&lt;br /&gt;Of a creepy evening tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me lights are turning on,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel I became crazy.&lt;br /&gt;My life is a holy icon,&lt;br /&gt;With my face where the Lord should be.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have been nailed on your heart:&lt;br /&gt;You are my cross, my beloved,&lt;br /&gt;This Passion of me is so hard,&lt;br /&gt;I want to ascend up the light..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-6055995427206157196?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/6055995427206157196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=6055995427206157196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6055995427206157196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/6055995427206157196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-around.html' title='Going around'/><author><name>Lone Poet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04443673997985648707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698354485938669311.post-681684340841393695</id><published>2008-11-17T22:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:40.683+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My poetry'/><title type='text'>I hate you, my beloved</title><content type='html'>I love you like you’re a kind of muse.&lt;br /&gt;But I see you’re not really amused.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t you ask, it’s all your fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for making me feel blue.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for making me love you.&lt;br /&gt;It is like a sexual assault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love, pain is the prize I must pay,&lt;br /&gt;No painkiller can take it away,&lt;br /&gt;And it starts to make me feel insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts to feel like I will die this day,&lt;br /&gt;But I want to live, to go my way.&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you just let me go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting next to you, it just gets worse,&lt;br /&gt;And we’re drawing surreal flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if you even know my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just waste my love and sanity,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your eyes, I go crazy&lt;br /&gt;And because of you,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t love who&lt;br /&gt;Would deserve it: that is why I hate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-681684340841393695?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/681684340841393695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=681684340841393695' title='0 Comments'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698354485938669311-8795324106105520747?l=buriedaliv3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/feeds/8795324106105520747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5698354485938669311&amp;postID=8795324106105520747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/8795324106105520747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698354485938669311/posts/default/8795324106105520747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buriedaliv3.blogspot.com/2008/11/test.html' title='I ought to say hello'/><author><name>Lone 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