you touch me now, hold me now
and leave me never.
you love me now, hate me now
and do so for ever.
Praise me once for my mistakes
you wont be there to praise me any more.
Stab me once or feel like doin so,
find me at your funeral.
call me friend and I shall be one.
Help once and
your wish is my command.
you use me once and throw me once,
my fist shall taste your blood.
And still i shall throw my smile.
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one of my buddies..... ^_^

u grab my soul, my wings clap u,
as my arms grab u by force ..
ur soul crumbles b4 me ....
ur eyes drag my lips closer.... n closer.. they touch with a spark, our lips..
our eyes get brighter .... n brighter...
the deeper the kiss goes, the faster our hearts beat, my wings flap faster, i take u higher n higher..
... as we reach the neverthrelm horizon..
we fall back, wings no more flap.
. cos ..i realize it wasnt u,
it was my love for u that took me higher...
and its the same love,
that will make ur life brighter..

Seas roar, lightings strike and winds scream.
They all go numb, step aside to make way
for the One who has own them all,
seen them all and felt them all.
His destiny unknown , future unseen.
The lone warrior tainted with darkness
seeking none but one, which he cant win.
The One, he wants to submit to
for whom he rests his bloody sword
to find himself fighting with words.
..grabs all that he won, wins and will win,
sends them through the waves
unseen in the past.
All for the One, "his one" just to see
her smiling always.....
all because she made him smile, but once.
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riders.. winds scream and earh shivers
as we ride and chase our desire with valour even the gods fear,
with weapons rageing in hunger.
gray hairs cry as traditions fall
becoming answerable to our charging horses
new order rises as the old one falls.
we draw boundaries not in blood but in hope.
we are the riders of the netherelm
ruled by none, but our own desire.

Unseen colours

waiting by the twilight
seeing unseen colours
feelin full and content
not cos i got wat i want
in fact i havent...
Cos i was touched love
an unseen magic..
scarlet flows from my neck
not cos of my lost love
but for the hope that
i'll get them in the netherrelm..
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carpet-sergey skachkov....thats wt its called... nice but ..errr not in a mood to blog.. emm wats bothering me.. i jus dono wat to do.. seeyaaa voltavoo.

this is wat we r frozen in our own dimension...prrrr some dimension that is....ha ha ha ha h, life....dude....life ha ha ha ha ..... voltavoo

rock city by sergey skachkov...must have worked his cells out for this master peice.. no comments on this look at it, and go weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
voltavoo.

dreaz..this work of his reminds me of one thing, the which makes us walk that extra mile.. the sole purpose of our actions... the thing that holds us in one piece... HOPE. that door is our only hope... with no hope no world would be created, keep up the good job dreaz.. i jus hope one day even my HOPES will met. voltavoo