About this user
Call me the poetress, cause sometimes words come into my mind which I need to write down, sometimes when I don't write, I get mad and in the end I take paper to write, even if it's one line, sometimes I write and can easily give away tons of my work, but with or without collected poems, I'm still a poet. Funny way of poet's life.
We are all living in a world
Where you never know
When the pain may come
May come lightly
With your eyes closed
May come heavy
By the time of bearing the cross
Too mighty to comprehend the weight
There are times your suffering might be sighted
Might be understood and been taken away
There are times your soul can fly
With your wings being shattered
There are times you may start to gain sight
You never would gain when looking
Only into those eyes of materialistic
There are times you may start to dream
Of what you inly desiderated
And turn your world into
Garden of Sun
I heard piano once
The one which brought me into this garden
I felt God's voice talking to me
I felt there must be something
Higher than this ravine
I never believed in myself
I thought I have found everything
Where life just have to start
I never did bad things
But never thought I should shine
I was sleeping, weeping with half-closed soul
With hopes lost in a cage
But piano was speaking to me
With most beautiful of the voices
And I thought I am in different place
When I opened my eyes
My casements to outside
Through whom I should be the love
To the world
Like bible this music was for me
I understood the greatest of truths
That we all are needed in this world
No one is waste
We all are unique
I understood we should stop
Doing things that destroy us with time
Stop suicides, addictions, pain and killing
Stop wasting time for nugatory
Use it to be happy and so make happy
Those who you hold dear
Remember
You never will be alone
No matter what comes
The mind of genius this composer has
His heart is of gold and the warmest of suns
He creates the world
In which we never get harmed
He creates melodies never repeatable
He creates the unforgettable
Phenomenal language of the deepest of coconsciousness
It heals without words and cares for you
When you have no one else who would
It makes you free bird
Out of the frame
And makes you forget all the sad and grieving
We all know how great artists and geniuses
Should be honored and praised
With most special of love
So won't close your heart
As you hear those masterpieces for soul
And if you feel they have helped you
Never forget to keep them saint
Thank You, dear Composer,
For creating this music!
Thank You for wings You made for me
And thank You for way full of Light
Which You showed to me
When the night was my fellow traveler!
With deepest of love which my soul can give
I honor you and I can't say how happy
How sunny I have become
My Ligh, my soul's Saviour, my Creator of awakening!
This poem I dedicate to my favourite, the best composer in the World - Steve Paled. :-)
www.stevepaled.com - Steve Paled's page. :-)
Age
20
Country
Latvia
Schools
LKK
Interests
Art, culture, biographies, history, poetry, piano,electric guitars, psychology