Revolution
Today, I will raise the sails of revolution. I will shatter my old grapple and cruise, until the last drop of the oceans, seizing the moment, flouting the indestructible. I will rebel against my old gloomy love. Not principles nor beliefs have the power to halt my dreaming spirit, no one have the authority to block my faith from going on and on, deep within the moment.
I will weep a river of tears; no one will sweep my fallen shaded tears. I was thrashing and the world was seeking me to tear apart my pillars of sorrow and grief. So deep inside of me lies the dream. These grins of emotion are blemishing my vision of the passionate universe. Seize my heart with that warm hand of yours. Never let go of it, I inherit it to you, while I am sprinting to the horizon.
I will leave to an unreachable sky. Where no one dwells, hell is beneath and heaven is above. O, weary corpses, I am your son, the heir of your dreary misery.
Once, a youthful day, full of joy, I wandered in the land of light, where delightfulness stretched and peacefulness dwelt. Stars were shooting their endless spears of love. No one but I lived there, in happiness and joy. Out of sight, out of speech. Alone with colorful lilies and the aged sky, I walked, spoke, loved, and felt happily with no one but the ex-hel dweller , me.
My boat cruised, my friends shrouded in pale clouds. They left me alone in joy with memories, a dead soul. Wandering in deep heavens with my dream awaken, solitude, eternal solitude.
… And the dream was awakened
in the past.
p.s : this is my first try in english prose. If it is tidous telorate me this time only.
and its touching thanx a lot yazeed 
