A Jolly Good Fire.

A jolly good fire to burn it all down.
A jolly good fire to incinerate thy filthy corpse.
A friendly and candid fire to obliterate your souls.
A nice and warm fire to make it all turn into dust.

Ashes to ashes, now jump in the fire,
dust to dust, turning your flesh into a blackened crust.
Ashes to ashes, now jump in the fire,
dust to dust, I enjoy watching you burn.

Remember, remember, oh jolly good folk,
light up a fire to watch the infidels burn,
light up a fire and throw in those whores,
light up a fire and watch your gods burn.

Grab on them matches,
and a good ol' rope, to hang up the pope.
get them fine torches,
light up the oil.

Hands on them knifes and swords,
man all the guns,
ravage them whores,
dance on their ashes, dance on their bones.

A jolly good fire to burn it all down,
a jolly good fire to burn Babylon.
A jolly good fire to burn it all down,
a jolly good fire to to watch you all die.

Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready, to live inside?
Just close your eyes and reach for the light,
Just close your eyes and give me your hand.

This is our chance to share our lives
This is our chance to share our love,
Just close your eyes, reach out of the dark
Just close your eyes and give me your trust.

And within your heart, you’ll fell you can fly
Across the skies,
Across the oceans,
Within this love, you’ll feel free.

And when you feel ready,
When you feel free,
Just take my hand and face the dark,
Don’t be afraid, believe in me.

Don’t fear the storm,
Don’t fear the endless dark,
This is our time, this is our chance,
Within this love, we’ll fell free.

Are you ready?
Are you ready, to live inside?
Don’t fear the dark, reach out for the light,
Just close your eyes and give me your faith.

Blind confidence,
Love’s certainty,
Together we’ll cross this dark
And within this love we’ll feel free.

Are you ready?
Are you ready, to live inside?
When you feel ready I will be here,
When you feel ready I will take care of thee.

Are you ready?
Are you ready, to live inside?
Just close your eyes and reach for my hand,
Just close your eyes and I will take care of thee.

Nailo Gottblut
02/29/12

Me gusta cuando guardas silencio.

Me gusta cuando guardas silencio.
Tal vez deberías callar por siempre,
tal vez podría ayudarte con eso...

Me gusta cuando callas y tus ojos me hablan de muerte y pasión,
cuando tus labios están cerrados, pero tu respiración me relata (tu) excitación,
y tus manos hurgan en mi piel por satisfacción.

Tal vez deberías guardar silencio mas seguido,
parece que entre menos hablas mas me enamoras,
que entre mas fría eres mas euforia causas en mi.

Y así, cada día deseo mas tu silencio,
cada día deseo mas tu mirada fría,
la sutil indiferencia de tu silencio.

Por eso me gusta cuando guardas silencio.
Si, por eso me gusta cuando callas,
porque cuando callas tu cuerpo habla.

Tal vez deberías callar por siempre,
no decir palabra alguna nunca más,
Tal vez podría ayudarte con eso.

Nailo Gottblut
07/02/2013

Ritos Suicidas

Débiles palabras de amor y desesperación, suaves susurros de muerte. Cuando tu única compañía son las marcas de viejas batallas, cuando la única platica es proporcionada por una voz interna que te anima a alcanzar el punto de no retorno; cuando las heridas mas dolorosas no son aquellas hechas la noche anterior, sino aquellas que no son visibles en la piel.

Tres vueltas a la cama, un trago a la botella de whiskey escondida en la cómoda para bajar las pastillas, que no reducen el dolor, ni remueven esta tristeza, pero que bien adormecen el cuerpo y atontan la mente. Otra vuelta a la cama y los recuerdos empiezan a desfilar en el subconsciente, un poco mas de whiskey que ayuda a aclarar la visión. Una vuelta mas a la cama, la ansiedad crece, el dolor también, la desesperación,  la tristeza y el deseo de que todo termine se vuelven insoportables... una vuelta más a la cama.

Es momento, si, ha llegado la hora de terminar este sufrimiento, este tormento, hay que darse prisa, las pastillas empiezan a tener efecto, pronto sera mas difícil terminar con este sentimiento. Hay que respirar profundo, hay que tener calma... una ultima vuelta a la cama y habrá que comenzar.

El dulce frío de la navaja enchina la piel y dispara la adrenalina, hay que recordar cortar a lo largo y no a lo ancho, si, hay que hacerlo bien, solo existe un intento. No existe el mañana, es hoy o nunca, toma la navaja...

Sin temor, solo dolerá un momento y después solo habrá libertad, paz, silencio.

Dulce, fría y afilada libertad, solo un beso y se acabará todo este murmullo interior, habrá por fin un final al remordimiento. Dulce, fría y afilada solución a la soledad, hay que darse prisa, se termina el tiempo... el primer corte libera adrenalina, el segundo corte es casi imperceptible, sin dolor; mas bien con un poco de placer, el beso frío de la navaja es tierno, puro, pasional.

Hora del gran final, la habitación se torna oscura, el cuerpo se siente cansado, ligero, el ruido se apaga y se enciende la libertad.


Nailo Gottblut
22/01/2013

2013 - new year, same shit...

So, you thought there was not going to be a new year post? Well, there was no 2012 good bye post, but I feel like writing something for this 2013. Something fast and intense, pffft, who am I kidding? I feel like shit, this was one of the worst Christmas EVER! No mom, no pop, sister in another state, heart broken and depressed.

Well, I decided I'm gonna do a little confession, a little heart opening, and yet it will be wrapped up in lies... lies that may be only understood by a hand full of people. Ok, lets do this shit.

2012 was such a ride, met new people, reunited with some old friends, and found love where I thought that flower could not bloom. I also found good friends, brothers and loyal warriors that have stood by my side in the most difficult times.

But not everything was good, I found myself betrayed, heart broken, disappointed, and most of all... lost.

Shit I really don't think I'm able to fully express myself, and say all the things I have in mind, 'cause in the end it hurt, it still hurts. 'Cause I swear I still love that which is gone and part of me wants it back (even if it hurts me and wounds me to death), and another part of me know it is not the time, and that time may never come. 2013 comes with new expectations, with new hopes, but those hopes cannot become high hopes until past has fixed itself, and old feelings find a way to fit into the present time. This new year is full of the same bullshit, as many years before, unfinished business will crawl out of their graves to haunt my present, I just fucking know it. I just hope the storm is not as wild as in past years, I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm not sure if I will be able to take it, if I will be able to withstand all of its rage.

Let's hope 2013 comes with peace, or at least a more controllable chaos... and though I can take all of its chaos, I just feel so tired, I need to find new strength, find a new source of inspiration, a new will.

Hope you have a good year, a year of beautiful madness and inspiring chaos.

Nailo Gottblut.
09-01-13