To get out of bed
And accomplish the dream
Of a miracle.

Why would you want one frustrated?
Aren't you too kind and beautiful?
Why would you want someone unhappy?
Aren't you brilliant?
Why would you want someone myserable?
Isn't that jealousy telling a story too Old?
Why would you enjoy some one's wrong doing?
It must make a broken heart feel good.

Playing foot every day,
House of need.

I don't want to see you
Because you didn't ruin my life.
It's probably this the answer,
It's probably this...

The famished are looking for ways to make it,
Were you famished when you stole what was mine?
Were you famished when you ruined my soul?

Were you?

Life gives and life takes
And life offers.

I am today thankful for being able to make
Of this chance a life to be treasured.

As your ask for forgiveness
                Sounds like a menace:
                                          Keep dreaming.

She was just a kid looking for some fun
In her life, something good to be lived,
Something to believe in:
One Day she will get there... She'll reach her ideals.

But it wasn't for her, it was not for her...
It was not for me but for the family who had it all...
I probably had it all...

Why can't she have it and I Have it...
"Still a kid?
Good girl",
Just like a ***** knowing it all:
It could be that we both had our good lives imagined,
Wished for, worked for...
Idiotic kid.

Keep hoping for a miracle.
"You either dance the way I say or else..."
Shhh... It was supposed to be some kind of a secret!
"In which ******* world?"
We're here, confessing it all.

Listen to your good parents,
Take a good advice to take,
If the worldly means won't help you
You will find wisdom in the straight stand of a tree,
A whiff of inspiration will be given,
You're still find your way.

I should hope so...

I'm losing my good common sense every day,
It's perfect like this as I couldn't be okay,
Everything right, everything fine,
In my life ordered so well.
Don't you love when things fall into place
And everything is just okay?

As a reward...
Oh, quite the attitude:
"Well, that is that!"

Who can bear heavens?
A bubble telling the stories of our hearts!

For everything we love and save
We will get punished, in the end...
As if we didn't live it...
As if we didn't suffer enough...
As if, without suffering
There will be no end you can love.

... Talking *******,
Saying nothing,
Speaking nonsense...
Or is it something else that makes things happen,
Helps people live or die...
Makes us forget or remember...
Gives us the tone for a new life

?

In this moment, sour
Of a loved hour
That's our
Moment of power
And hope
Killed in a forever song
Resurrected with a ****
Long
A sound opening the door
For a second act...
That second act we will all know
As your own,
An owned moment given to react
To a tale's flow
Pact
Made with the devil to stay wrong,
With God to come back to your senses when the bell rung
As you wish
For a third and last song
To be sung, dance
To be danced, ****
To be long
Forgotten in a long hour of hope,
Loved power
Given with a moment of sour rope.

When there's love to find and keep,
Keep it!
And when you know that you have to do something,
Do it.
If it brings Hell on earth the purpose must be greater than you think...

Only if love, but love got Hurt!
Too Hurt to care too much for your ship and sheepish friends...
"What about Gold?" She asked.
Let's help a world...
How to help when you are down
And what you call Angels are dead people who weren't around...
Dead people who weren't around but for your failures,
Your failures to start meaning something for that world you loved...
As there was love... And love got hurt
And forgot about how good it feels but remembered
The human needs
And the beauty that came out of those heavenly dos and dons and deeds.

What are you made of?
We're nothing but things made... Of something that can fly away
One day, deserting
This cursed flesh.

Be there
Where I belong
Where my heart belongs and craves for belonging.
There where I can be shaped
To the meet of my spiritual craving.
There, where the unbearable is sent or taken
To where it belongs.
There, where duty won't dishonour nor vex
no hurt...

I am only too happy!

For what?
Oh! It is good to know.
Have a nice... some

Graces open,
Loud sound of your feelings
Telling me nothing
I need to know

For your need to be heard
Is so much greater
Than anyone else's.

For your need to be known...
For your need to be alone...
For your need to be together...
For your need to be... to be...
For your need to be happy..
For your needs....

For what you want a crave and wrath
With your for-giving soul you offer
That which you wouldn't take.


Aren't we all the same...?

We aren't the same...

You F-d me and now it's all my fault.
Now,                                                    wo­N
                          That is
             a way of seeing things!

To go to a **** is too kind for me
Therefore I'm afraid I Will have to exploit other opportunities!

Now:
           To where my soul finds peace,
Finds Joy and laughter,
           Riches of the unspoken but heard of.

Right now:
                      To where my soul can be,
Can touch, can live
                      A little dream of incomplete tragedy...

Now:
          My soul there where it can find what it seeks,
What it needs for complete resolution.

What Would the world be
                                          Without matter.

Oh, but I couldn't see,
I Couldn't see the loser you made of me!
I couldn't feel, I didn't know the worst you can make of me!
Oh, but I didn't fight, no I didn't learn,
And for what?
To have a laugh in my face or behind my back...

Oh, I couldn't see what was going on,
I Couldn't realise the tool you made of me
For what?
I Have no clue, no, no...
It wasn't too embarrassing nor cruel.

Oh! I couldn't see, nor hear, nor feel.
I couldn't,...
Can't
...
No more.

The artist for you is a sin,
Well, then I am quite everything!

To Leave you behind...

Couldn't you just (and justly)
Live well in your world
And I in mine?




!

The young because you're Old and ugly
And the young hate you for reasons the same.
I am ugly.

You..
          You...
                      You....
You may be so disrespectful!
You've earned your right to be so,
Somehow...
Nobody knows, nobody ever tried to learn...
How... And why.

You...
           You....
                       You......
                                       You.......

Maybe you'll learn...
                                     about a world shattered
For your world....
                            Maybe you need this....

                 Or maybe you don't.

gods and ironies
                  sublime the fantasies
                                                      e­merging.

Or go and live in Hell...

She doesn't want me all ****** up,
She is such a kind human!
She has a purpose that is noble in life!
I can only understand that she must Have been a show girl
And all this is
Because We're some show people...

Isn't jealousy great?
What did it create?
Some fancied,
Some ridiculous Ness,
Some craving...

Some..., live the Hell you want
And don't bother me anymore!

How did you feel?
I know just how.
Why do you think I never wanted to see you again but for a slaughter?

Told me what you wanted from me

When will I
Get over myself?

You don't want my life.
You want only what came out good of it!

No! I didn't see your godly choice to poor me for any of your devils.
Miracles? We must betraying and you must live!
Oh! Lord! But I wasn't such a great hypocrite!!.!

So... How to learn to leave behind that which is the gutter
The gutter nobody wants to see,
Nobody wishes to deal with,
Nobody cared...
How to leave it behind,
As they all want their gutter,
They all need their gutters
To stay the same,
To go to decay,
Real jewels to stop shining,
To make them feel alive and important.
To make them superior and glorious,
Victorious...

No! I didn't see your godly choice to poor me for any of your devils.
Miracles? We must betraying and you must live!
Oh! Lord! But I wasn't such a great pest and a hypocrite!!.!

I am tired
Of everything
They want
But that is life
If they want to they may live.
I already know what a problem all this
Isn't.

I Lied to you
And everything went just perfect from then on!

I won and you're happy!
Oh, the wonderful world we live in.

****
Product for you to keep.

Away from the ugly truth,
Away from pain of real and suffering of hard...

As if your thirst for cruelty
Weren't enough,
Others had to test their muscles too.
Leave some marks of reality that's only too meaningful.
Feeding my own thirst to become cruel.

As if your thirst for knowledge wasn't enough...
Well, it wasn't enough.
It is never enough,
We're set on discovering,
Learning.
Feeding my thirst to become cruel
With your own cruelty.
You hate a child, you hate a Mother,
You hate your life.
Find your reason for all that:
It wasn't too evil, just right.
Whose right to fight? Everyones, perhaps I didn't know.
But let's make a miracle,
From your end you may be mocked,
As we all mocked... We all laughed
At the great.

And we all learned, and we all did...
And there is a screen for your thirst of blood and cruelty,
If you want some more tragedy.

Was it your choice? Was it implied?
Was it by force?
Was it a chance? Was it a life
You set yourself to lose?.

Coming out,
First shyly then standing proud
Against the winds and Sunshine,
Coming out the pores,
each dermal papilla excited
Producing hair germs,
Arrector-pilli muscle stretching on,
Hair follicle sending cells to a transcendence,
Hair shaft show off.

I am surrounded.

In my imagination
I am surrounded by your love,
In my imagination I'm only too deserving
To love and to be loved!
There is no better gift
On Earth or elsewhere...

In my imagination there's nothing to be blamed for,
In my imagination we didn't do anything that bad
Because I simply can't remember....
I can't remember... destroying your heart...
With an ugly truth I couldn't take,
You wouldn't listen
And that is good... You were only a child...
And I was only too weak a human;
I tripped and fell,
Told you only of the good lies out there,
The ones we all fight for:
Money, love and Fame!

Fantasy to blame here.
Fantasy.
To be blamed the fantasy...

I let you see!
I let you know!
I let you enjoy...
We laughed together but we both know,
We wanted the best out of it,
This life!
It is as simple as that.

In my imagination I know only of love,
That love of pure and beauty that doesn't stink on the skin,
Does not come from the filth within
On which I keep adding more and more...
Each day more...

Filth that I spice and cook well,
Filth that I season and make smell and look good, taste good until...
Time runs it stale then adds what it takes to make it dry or putrid.

What air can inspire this life we have taken!
Every day
Trusting my inner swarming monsters to eat all filth,
Dead or alive.

In my imagination there can be only good,
There's only the accomplishment of our dreams that were always too pure
(pure filth is how I feel now. A cruel talk on purity, I know)
I'm sorry, my Child, I tried it all...

In my imagination there is no blame to feed
And if I am that blamable
I Will just proudly take the guilt!
In my imagination we didn't do that bad,
It could have been too wonderful
But I couldn't remember all that.
It is as simple as love, sweet love!
Salty and well spiced love
Burning just right.

As simple as that
My heart given to you
As I loved you for all the light you brought
Coming tears and laughter of joy
Or clouds cluttered with blight.

It is as simple as that!
In my imagination I escaped an ugly past
Coming with some magic within that couldn' t last,
My brain was stronger,
For this I won't regret
All the **** and rescue made.

In my imagination I managed to be
That good wife, that good Mother,
And Yes, the Lover your dad needed... I needed...
We were so young...
We sinned,
We lived in a perfect dream
(for each heart a loving dream)
For each heart a loving dream...
That's how we brought you in our lives...
We wanted to know true love
You... The miracle, the reason to keep being alive!

The treasure under our eyes.

To have for somebody
Is to do whatever they want
Shut your mouth
Speak when you're asked
Then be accused and ****** up
For what you said or didn't say...
Well I said and did everything.

The apology got hurt, somehow
It may be the miracle of a life
Put through too many lies
As one must know...
Tests of life can make one stronger.
If you meant something good in the past
Now you can't mean the same anymore.
Down with the one gifted,
Down with the light,
Down with all love
Do you remember?

Yes. You may. You may waste your time.
You may waste your entire time with your apologies.
You may waste your whole life with your apologies
And I may never be you, I may be myself,
The one you will always hate
Because you don't know but this better.

Yes you may. You may waste all your times
With your filthy, stupid apologies,
You may waste your lives with your filthy apologies
I don't care, I never will,
Those feelings are long dead and burried
Feeding creatures I refuse to know.

Yes. You may waste all your times with all your stupid or smart apologies.
Everything you say or do for me
Sounds like those stupid apologies!
You live them all through.

You hurt me deeply, I confess
Uh, Uh! My mistake! 'Twas my mistake!
In this world not finding a place
Uh! Uh! My bad ugly mistake!

You attacked I countered you
And put you down, almost killed you,
Uh! Uh! My bad, bad ugly mistake!
Please! Pardon me!
(but only if you can)

Now I' m a raven, I'm a crow, I'm the unwanted in your home!
Uh! Uh! My bad, finally true!
Please, pardon me!
I won't ***** you! I'm much better than you!

You Hurt me really bad
Out of confusion, out of your sad sad days...
Oh, oh! My bad!
Have all your days happy or sad,
I'm out of this!

Look at me!
Can you see all the honour of being a *****?
It lies printed on my face!
See?
Playing it proud enough?
Yes... No...

Enjoy the sight!

Inexcusable.

I tried and failed,
Then tried again, succeeded
Then tried
To do
That which is the Inexcusable good.
It turned up bad,
Which at some times felt very good...
Some others being bad and loud and terrible.