TheBistrianFamily
Out of the slums of Communism to the Glories of Democracy
So many words, so many tears
So many loves, so many years
And though I feel you, you’re no there
Just be with me, be anywhere
Be in my soul, be in my skin
The door is open just come in I need you now, I need you here
Dispel my solitude, my fear
I need to feel your touch once more
To hear your whispers like before
These endless nights I spend just I Pensive on how those days went by
Some fast, some short, some bright, some new
Some melancholic but so few "Thinking of Her"
Suddenly when reality hits my mind without mercy, that moment seems forever. I’m silent in my solitude of sadness. That last “ I love you” still echoes in the walls of my soul; the last glance of her slender body of a mermaid, her sad and unsatisfied smile full of warmth replays inside my mind like a romance movie.
I wait desperately for her as if she is only running late. I wait for her infinite tender kisses which would revive my solitude, her love that electrifies my whole body and the fulfillment of endless times spent in silence just staring at her beauty. But yet you are so far away from me. I’m lost in a world of sadness and anguish. Oh how I long to inhale the presence of my loved one. To see the deep stillness in her eyes like a sea with no waves. To see her face so peaceful and vulnerable like that of a newborn baby. As I glance at memories of her beauty my imagination is provoked all the more to madness, to know that I cannot hold her in my arms this hour. My soul is full of an immense disturbance erupting into a sad rage. Then, suddenly I realize, though this moment seems forever, this forever is not eternity. I find satisfaction in the fact that she is mine, mine alone. I know that she is thinking of me, clinging to me as if to never let go. I think of her… I feel her love soaring on the sad wind whispering speechless songs of romance. Her love is never absent from me and my love is stronger in her absence. Her silent absence… "Remembering Youth" And we look back remembering the vague memories of a beautiful world all but forgotten. How fast those days have disappeared and all that’s left are illuminated shadows of what once used to be our golden years. The days when the seeds were sown desire burned liberty reigned and life was lived beyond the rigid regulations set by cold and timid souls. That was our youth, a glimpse of all the pleasure that escaped away in silent dreams. But many souls have grown old and vanished away like the summer’s rain. Forsaking the roots of their youth they grew bitter and strayed from the truth But the words of Solomon ring on, “May we cherish the days of our youth and remember our Creator before the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, the pitcher shattered at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the well and we take no pleasure in the very existence of life”. May we ignite the night and stand strong in the face of obscurity. For worrying is a cancer that will rot the mind and anxiety will only cause distress. The past is long gone, but the future is bright and beautiful and a loving God is waiting for us with arms wide open welcoming us home.

"Nostalgia”
I think of her as if I am gone but only for a moment. One last kiss, one more hug, one more I love you and one more glance at her gentle smile as we glide apart like petals from a rose. It must be just a dream I think as I am trying to deny the reality that tonight I’ll be without her.
Time passes and we try to chase the past that once ran in the distance of our youth
They say our latter years are better, if we maintain the fragile freedom that lays latent in our souls.
"Nightmare"
I woke up to the culture that prostituted itself to the edge of crying mortality
Awaiting an Apocalyptic redemption to awaken their lost souls
Trapped in misery and disturbed by the Prophets,
Afflicted and tormented by their lasciviousness and foaming at the mouth for fast pleasure,
For a quick fix, a one night stand or anything to soothe their reckless souls,
Tormented individuals mocking anything moral,
Disgracing their makers,
Encouraging the idolatry of self and resisting sanity.
“Long live the revolution, murder authority and behead the king and his queen”.
Inhumane humanist planting seeds in young seeds,
Brood of vipers infecting every spectrum of society,
Declaring God is dead while Lucifer welcomes them into Hades.
Confused intellects who call themselves elites,
They bathe shamelessly in naked pride and their haughty sin is an incurable cancer.
Degenerates; “This is Life”, they say as they puff the pipe,
As they snort another line,
As they promote themselves,
As they deceive the multitudes,
Kill innocent babies, starve the hungry, burn the churches, and steal from the poor.
Drunk on greed they’ve sold their souls…