Our skin touch and volcanoes erupt
We are to each other
like earth and moon
I need your coldness
To help with this heat.
The sun is far and we both
We both need each other
To create life...

Praying for love,
Is like a nomad, asking for a book.
Can never pray for something,
That will only comes,
from the bottom of your heart.

We all get old
We all cannot escape time
Time is the most precious thing
Because it tells memories from the past
Be humble and enjoy the past
Because the past will enrich your life
and life is about time...

If love hurt.
Then, what is pain...
Pain it is just...
Another triggered memory
That remind us,
How vulnerable life COULD be.
But it's upon us, to forget pain.

Ignorance is a blessing and a curse
It is a doll with no purpose
like a hollow, which is manipulated
by is own inner fears

I am a freak
Freak of love
Freak of lust
I seek pain
pain for love
pain for lust
This is an eternal..
Amendment

I am the devil in fresh and the angel in a soul.
feed on me, and we both will live forever.

Today many people died,
many and only but-but many
died in vain
Lets us remember
who are we voting for.

My ears are blind
My eyes are numb
My feelings, we all know
My heart is dust
The heart...
This heart is loving
Loving the feelings
That once felt
The only thing
That God give us
A gift that we dont use...

When we will love...
When the moon is alight with the universe...
Just like the fate
Of a lonely poet.

The devil once told me.
Once your alone life will goes on.
And I listen,
To the voice inside of me.
To never give up
Because God give me the tools
To became one.

What is dead if we dont walk
What is life if we dont love
Why are we, so afraid to die...
Maybe is  because this poet
makes you alive again.

If we love
We grow
After we blossom
Thy flower
Smell of freedom
And we shall
Understand
Pain is love

Too much of Love; you become Greedy.
Too much of Greed; you become Envy.
Too much of Envy; you become Hate.
Too much of Hate; you become Angry.
Too much of Angry; you become Pride.
Too much of Pride; you become Ego.
Too much of Ego; you become Fear.
Too much of Fear; you become Hate.
Too much of Hate; you become Love.

Do not confuse, it is a wheel and we are spinning on it.

We cant never beat our-self
Until times come to play.

No man, shall suffer. Because we kept thing quiet. Some do not understand, that for us things has meaning, but we always seek the truth. Remember, "you are who I am, and who I am; is who they could be". Tomorrow, give yourself a prideful peaceful moment, and reflect of your surroundings; because we are always wrong; It does not tomorrow. Stay strong, and fight for those who cant. I know is hard to live in a world the demise us. HE will save us.

You create life, and no one else in this world can do it like us.
Your only problem my King; Is that there is a bigger King for every kingdom. You only need to respect and continue the manhood.

I was born from a path of Kings, with the name bestowed to me by luck; Abimael. Few fathers have my some of my admiration, but they have my respect.

Happy Fathers Day. Today, not tomorrow. We know.

Time was short
Life was meaningless
My heart beat was unnecessary
But Love is always  there.

My time..
Its nothing compare to existence
I am not a poetry marked in time
Wish love is the first victim
Let that heart out
and freedom will guide you.

If life is fearsome
Then leave it behind

The fear

The Inertia

The Love

Begins...

What is love with out time...
What is life with out love.
We all are just empty vessels.
There is no more time here
This Earth its just what we got
We can only write about it
But only the world
Can remember it.

Good bye to love...
I have felt lonely
A sadness of pure love
has died with time
Because time
Is what decide
our fate...

Envy
Life
Love


Its all hers...
I have just move.
Move to the future.

The point of death
Because life
Life make me!
Make me to lose the one
to be able to live.

If this is life
I regret it...
Let me love.
Because I'm the drunk writer.

I've blossom inside of you.
The moon is bright
The seeds become flowers
They have decide...
To live forever
Inside of your soul

As a Prime King of my World.
After suffering from, deceptions out of honestly.

I declared this aged; "the dead of a child"
when my treaties, become roses.

and my tone, with caliber of Lions.
Your soul will melt like waves on love.

and for I will be call "The Winged"

The tickles
thy name
thy life
it is all your game
It is you who play;
you who lose.

Let it go...

I walk towards my own destruction.
The last push; will be for lust.
Even though light can't grow thy heart.
Hope; my essence.
I romanticize Sirens.
Pitiful will be if you persist
With such tricks, but a spell
will begin,
for thy empty soul
you became.

Life is another simulation of reality.
It's undoubtedly a mask for deceivers.
but, with a half-moon smile.
The reality of us is to dust into time,
to just rift away through black matter.
With one message left.
But for life, it is just a switch.
Worry none. You will never receive that message.

Thirsty is the soul
Heart is broken
Eternal gaze

I wonder if my integrity betrayed me.
I wonder if my inner gentleman,
has become silence to thy heart...

I've dreamed of her.
Faceless.
A Galactica pair of eyes.

There is no place for love
if your heart is not broken.
absent suffering;
Inevitable survive.

Sacrifice thy Heart.

Your mouth is your biggest sin.
But your brain is the biggest betrayer.

Listen to you soul.

Life is a clock
Earths wobbles
and we change.

If Newton was right...
Then WE the universe wobbles
because everything is at its place.
The Creator is right.

There is mystery in the human's eyes, and there was the universe under a disguise, just with hope to see through those, sparkling eyes.

As lust to Dust.
I dust your "flor".
Through the smell for a naive,
the skin, call to thee.
For me, is the desire to love in deep.
Where roses become eccentric.
And your eyes my entity.

The eyes of a new life
Is the life without regrets
it took my a life time
Until love reach me.

I have gone far: Far from home; far from love.

See the tree of life, observe your branch
"Hard to discover whom thy me was"
and learn from roots to grow
With
pain has to be part of it
learn that suffering
Is
just as illusion
But ceasing
history
No
.

The more memories flows
The more fantasy becomes reality
Like a puzzle.

The moment I came to the land of free
the chain of the shackled sounded
the blood is a stain in the humidity
the sweat can be felt all over your skin

Remember, your weakness is your gun,
but the bullet comes from beyond.
Write it, cry it, sweat it but never greed
It is our sin,  and if they know your roots,
They know your life.

Be wise and write; write the true
and enjoy the fruits of your honest life.

If good is hated;
then evil isn't loved.

If the doors to sacrifices
are in vain.

then...

the door for a third eye,
is not for you to use.

Flames of energy
Selfless action
into a thief of life...

But scars...
They teach.
They create stories.
but...
We never forget,
never do.

Just don't touch
excessively...