I'm not a communist.
  I'm not a socialist.
  I'm not a sadist or a
  satanist. I'm not an
  anarchist. I'm not a
  bonafide capitalist.
  I'll steal food to eat.
  I'll lie to get a beer.
  I'll love you for a bed.
  I am an individualist.

Driving to nowhere
Tears and rain falling
Sobs in the air
Music in the background
Hurt in the heart
Pain the soul

Time cheats
minutes play
the world’s display.

Life beats
the rhythms of my heart
~ a rhapsody.
It goes astray,
risks its confusing game
but... no delay.

Words fight their legacy;
~ ecstatic tragedy
with no eulogy.  

The gaze of sky is shy
not knowing why;
~ a child’s eye.

Some windows are cemented  
like thoughts when tormented
like hearts left unmended…

Magic loses its story
in the Face of Glory.
Glory ~ half of the story.

Some trees are so high
like humans seem
before they lie.

Languages fade
when we connect:
~ a superficial tie.

Confidence’s like a fortress
the higher its walls
the deeper its foundation
the stronger its reasons
the threatening the weapons…

Betrayal has no shame;
resisting memories
~ a touch of pain.

If envy’d be a poem
lyrics would eat themselves.
How would the world, then, look like?
~ a poem of nonsense.

Sing along with me,
A verse of bewildered cries.
Imitating the harmony of Dolos,
A verse of guile and disguise.

Sing along with me,
A verse of reflections and surprise.
A story of betrayal and regret,
A verse of love breeding lies.

Sing along with me,
A parody of love and affection.
A story of the blind,
A verse of false satisfaction.

Sing along with me the last verse,
bleeding wound whispering a silent curse.
A verse of the last breath,
A banquet of life and death.