Words of Power? Power of words?

I'm so suprised to see this blog in the google search results, but there it is.

It seems that the word "technique" usually preffered to "technic" but, they both are true.

I wonder who made a search of "deception tecnics" :D a cheated girfriend who seeks for revenge maybe :D

Eclipse

What an irony, I have nothing to say, but say some "nothing" anyway.

Faith is a key to so many possibilities, even those seem impossible, but even though you know it, you cannot reach it easily.

A key that is so close, yet so far... how painful to watch... how painful to be gone through...

But for how long, can you keep believing in yourself, with nobody supporting... It's a hard fact to swallow, isn't it?

It's too painful even to take a look, and I'm going through it, surrounded by that reality. So down... so sad... so..... never mind...

Losing your faith brings you nothing good...

You wonder who am I talking to, don't you? I don't know either...

The Diamond and The Imitation

"Tonight we should let ourselves to be cleansed.. let your boundaries to be perished by the beams of freedom. Deny the realities and live in a dream for a minute.

I will erase what I disclaim, and render them invisible, then forgotten. I will set them as a lie, I will.

You don't now what I mean, do you? I doubt it. You must know what I disclaim if you ever imagine to understand me. Getting visions which are burried in my complex definitions are no picnic.

I can engulf you in chaos with my crazy-talk, but be careful with my sentences because they can hide various mysteries of my life or whole life itself."

I have made this decision long ago, but some people decided to mimic me now. And now they are erasing what they disclaim, setting it as a lie.

There is nothing to say to what is already occured, but at least don't accuse me of imitating you like before, because it is you who imitates me...

I Curse You

The horrid winds blow away
The boundary on your way
Terrifiying the way
You form a life out of clay

The moon, the sun and the stars
Wise mercury and the fiery Mars
Hear my distant plea over winds
Wish a metamorphosis

True love
I wish true love
You're just a liar
I want your love
I just want love
You're so cruel

I adore you, your highness
I was a castle, now some ruins
go on, praise your success
Only if you think it's a success

The moon, the sun and the stars
Wise mercury and the fiery Mars
Hear my distant plea over winds
Wish a metamorphosis

True love
I wish true love
You're just a liar
I want your love
I just want love
You're so cruel

I can't run, I can't stay
Agony's always the only way
But still I am after you
Since the hate returning everyday

True love
I wish true love
You're just a liar
I want your love
I just want love
You're so cruel

What will happen then (I curse you)
To reality and sanctity(I curse you)
What will happen to us (I curse you)
Insanity then solitary

Your love
I did want love
But you did not
Hear my last wish just for you
Painful ordeal to be gone through

I curse you
I curse you
I curse you...

The Fine Line Between Music and Magic

In ancient eras, where sharp swords and accurate arrows ruled; music was not only an entertainment, but an effective weapon. Bards used them for encouragement, seductive witches used them for enticement and necromancers used them for discordance...

In those times, music was created for both creation and destruction alike...

Today, technology spread out every corner in life, while true magic faded away, some burned at stake like their casters, some encrypted within ancient, dusty books...

And now, music is treated as a piece of the entertainment business. But beware, in the right hands, a sequence of notes or a piece of melodic lyric can be either your salvation or damnation...

Like what happened to some...

Chapter 10 - The Wheel Of Fortune

From out of hiding comes the Fool, into the sunlight, as if being pulled up from some low, dark point on a wheel. It is time for a change. Staff in hand, he heads back out into the world, expecting nothing. But, strangely, things seem to happen to him as the hours go by, good things. Wandering by a water wheel a woman offers him a drink in a golden chalice, and then urges him to keep the cup, just because she likes him; as he wanders by a windmill, he stops to watch a young man swinging a sword; when he expresses his admiration of the weapon, the young man presses it into his hand, insisting that he take it.

And finally, when he comes upon a rich merchant sitting in a wagon, right over one of the wheels, the man hands him a bag of money. "I like giving away money," explains the Merchant, "and I decided, just randomly, that the tenth person who walked past me today would get this money. You're the tenth." The Fool hardly thought he could still be surprised, but he is. It is as if everything good that he ever did in his life is being paid back to him, three-fold. All luck this day is his.

Chapter 9 - The Hermit

After a long and busy lifetime, building, creating, loving, hating, fighting, compromising, failing, succeeding, the Fool feels a profound need to retreat. In a small, rustic home deep in the woods, he hides, reading, cleaning, organizing, resting or just thinking. But every night at dusk he heads out, traveling across the bare, autumnal landscape. He carries only a staff and a lantern.

It is during these restless walks from dusk till dawn, peering at and examining whatever takes his fancy, that he sees and realizes things he's missed, about himself and the world. It is as if the secret corners in his head were being slowly illuminated; corners he never knew existed. In a way, he has become the Fool again; as in the beginning, he goes wherever inspiration leads him. But as the Fool, his staff rested on his shoulder, carrying unseen his pack. The Fool was like the pack, whatever it was he could be was wrapped up, unknown. The Hermit's staff leans out before him, not behind. And it carries a lantern, not a pack. The Hermit is like the lantern, illuminated from within by all he is.