A scream for love.
We long for days gone by,
staring from the corner
of our own existence.
Everything remains the same,
I’m not quite sane.
I love the game of fear.
The gear of time keeps moving,
would’ve been yours
so many years ago.
Abandoning all hope,
begin a journey with a smile.
Stab a heart and feel it.
Does it feel right?
Feel the fear, the shattering within.
Let’s see what’s next.
Persist, remain, don’t leave.
The sanity is near.
Though broken hearts are heard above
All the noise we make.
Tell them stories about never ending love,
Fool them as you know,
fill them with lies and nonsense.
Feed them with blind hopes.
The reason we love lies in lies.
Your lies,
my lies,
we love each others lies.
Wine Creation
Free creation suspended in fear
Dealing with hopes in rendeption
Ride the sky for a night tempted to fill the wrong silence
Bear, endure, resilence as a mantra just for the day
Break, destroy, annihilate the berated temper
Shrink into a white hole, insurgent heart expanded like a blanket
Warm, wide open, receiving but cautious, nonetheless
Free spirit came undone
Falling asleep, emanciated, hunger is a vicious cicle
Unburdened at last
You are always
I feel for you
I feel the moonlight through your eyes
Brave moments went away, frozen time, constellations colliding
I feel
My torrent of emotions never dies
Strong convictions always crawl away from me
You stay
I feel you, a never, an always
A forever
A fever, a ferocious desire to throw away my mind and finally see
I feel for me, I feel despair, emotionless stillness, madness
Well, have I ever understood why.
Fall Forest
My friend
Its mortuary veil lifted
Many gifts it gives
Of those many gifts
Only one I need today
Lavender and rosemary scent so soothing
The life it keeps on giving
Returns to my roots from soil
My blood, calm, flows like a river of sound of growth
My home
Oh nature of mine,
My nature is yours.
Broken
So it begins as it ends
Wasted, disorganised, blurred
Doubts lurk in the shadows
Wasteland, beautifully desolated
Every heartbeat is painful
For it is drained
Yet full of desperation
My heart
Utterly destroyed
An ultimatum, a wake up call
Never let the scavengers in
Game of balls
Yesterday, in Spain (all over the world, also) millions or women marched for their rights. There was also a “very important” football game between two national teams. A lot of men mocked women marching, still they went to celebrate their team victory… oh irony.
Arousing tiredness arising
Selfconcious national pride
I play my games in the corner
And no one’s applausing…
March foward, march back
Give them their national crack
In March we gather in tides
Slamming walls in their mind, side by side
In the streets, on the roads we trace tracks
For the ones who are lost praising balls
[A]musing
It would be nice to truthfully forget.
How wonderful, how sweet of thougts demise.
And fill the nothingness with everything again,
Refill the memories, how boring, otherwise.
Bloody power
How can you slpeep at night?
You might not know you are not right,
Because they fight for nothing
On your sight.
You only know your rights.
The priveleges cooked to tender every day,
You take them as an invigorating supplement.
Viagra to your brain.
The pain you give, you drain the mood
From a casual passerby, thats what we are.
We have no right to stand against and fight.
Your grip is tight.
The bloody echo in your head
Can’t get you out of bed.
What to most is a nightmare,
For you is a sweet dream of torturous delight.
Names
Underneath thy flesh
Names carved on the bones
Recall them, call them louder
Inside your veins
The past days moth
Times scar tissue tastes
Erasing memories of youth
Perfect black ink stains
Caffeinated reasons
Calculated treasons
Rough time for the names to exist
Calcinated mess never to persist
Drop minerals on the side road
Those names time will erode
Fresh from the shower
Do we really own our time, our own lifespan?
Could we surely achieve what our heart aches for?
Does someone have the right to tell us there is a plan
We’ve been chosen to live, to live and to die for?
Wake up every day, put your mask on.
Does it smash your nose, scratch your face? Good.
Fix your face, fix your mind, then you are done.
Fit in the society, I think you already understood.
Take it back, your crazy drained dying brain.
You’ve got a crack in your spine, the energy is leacking
Smash your little pieces of reality, not in vain.
Find and kill all the painful story, find your track.
Dressing up, macking up, please your master.
At the end of the day , your naked soul is melted.
Take it off, all the rags, drop them down just faster.
Make it quick, just believe you are not alone in this messed up world.
Parody of life
The past revolves around our fragile lives,
A touch here, a touch there,
Demolishing our paths.
A matter of time is what forgetting is about,
In circles it goes, making the matters worse.
It always brings reasons to remember what made our souls ache.
A neverending story, an echo, a distant wave of remorse.
Remember to forget, for your own sake.
Remember to forget what sent shivers down your spine,
In erotic complexity, intriguing extasy, of bodies blunt edges.
Remember to forget every breath you lost in an insane psychotic rage,
Sharp emotion cutting blind intentions, sending you to the deepest
emptiness.
Forget the sickness, the name you remember so well.
It dwells in empty corners, it swells your tissues, it brings you agony.
A parody of your present life.
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