the new

the new
[ Dash a comment ] [ No comments ]
# Posted on Sunday, 20 July 2008 at 10:05 AM

++++nice boy++++

++++nice boy++++
BLOG ZERRAL
DARK LAND
GOTH
<++++++ VERY NICE BOY
[ Dash a comment ] [ 6 comments ]
# Posted on Monday, 16 June 2008 at 4:14 AM
Edited on Monday, 30 June 2008 at 1:27 PM

i love this song

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped and left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me for
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Certainly Perfused
Of her milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept from cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog
[ Dash a comment ] [ 43 comments ]
# Posted on Saturday, 03 May 2008 at 2:09 PM

THE GOTHIC FOR ME

Being goth has nothing to do with what clothes you wear or music you listen to, it is a way of thinking and seeing the world. The clothes that goths wear and the music that goths listen to is just a reflection of that mindset. Goths see that there is extreme pain and evil in the world, along with the good. Instead of condemning it or ignoring it, goths accept these things as a part of life and try and enjoy the good along with the bad, since they can't stop the bad from happening. They are not obsessed with death, they just accept it as an inevitability. They do not try and cause more pain in their lives, since there is plenty to start with;but they try to enjoy that pain. Goths tend to be kind, intelligent, non-violent, emotional, and artistic.
Why do people hate Goths?Lack of understanding leads to fear and fear leads to hate. There are lots of similarities between Goths and minorities in terms of their irrational treatment by the mainstream media and the general public.
Are Goths Satanist?Some are but most are not. Some goths are Wiccans, Pagans, Taoists, Christians,Muslims and many others are not religious or even spiritual at all. Goths are not one religion in particular.
What the others think of Goth?Goths are mostly left and ignored if i don't say feared by people.People think that goths are crazy,weird and pathetic persons who worship satan,love pain and death...But they get it wrong,goths are some people who tend to darkness and sorrow cause they're aware of the pain sealed in this world and they express that in some kind of noble art.
To conclude,Goths are not those ones who dress goth,cause most of those are just trying to attract people by their look and don't know anything about goth...Goth is and will stay a soul statu that sees the world as it should be seen.
[ Dash a comment ] [ 43 comments ]
# Posted on Saturday, 05 April 2008 at 1:25 PM
Edited on Saturday, 05 April 2008 at 2:33 PM

Bye bye beautiful

Finally the hills are without eyes
They are tired of painting a dead man's face red
With their own blood

They used to love having so much to lose
Blink your eyes just once and see everything in ruins

Did you ever hear what I told you
Did you ever read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don't you see
You chose the long road but we'll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful
Bye bye beautiful

Jacob's ghost for the girl in white
Blindfold for the blind
Dead siblings walking the dying earth

Noose around a choking heart
Eternity torn apart
Slow toll now the funeral bells

”I need to die to feel alive”

Did you ever hear what I told you
Did you ever read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don't you see
You chose the long road but we'll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful
Bye bye beautiful

It's not the tree that forsakes the flower
But the flower that forsakes the tree
Someday I'll learn to love these scars
Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words

...How blind can you be, don't you see...
...that the gambler lost all he does not have...

Did you ever hear what I told you
Did you ever read what I wrote you
Did you ever listen to what we played
Did you ever let in what the world said
Did we get this far just to feel your hate
Did we play to become only pawns in the game
How blind can you be, don't you see
You chose the long road but we'll be waiting

Bye bye beautiful
Bye bye beautiful
[ Dash a comment ] [ 20 comments ]
# Posted on Tuesday, 01 April 2008 at 2:23 PM