What a delinquent I am
Perched upon your life story
A raven looking for some shining thing.

And after all this traveling in the Ether
The heart still cracks, can crack,
Does crack.

The tears I shed
Are in someones sunken pool in Arizona
Stolen again.

I know your trivial gestures, waving away the Geisha
It's time to leave, to go and be forgotten.
You're so transparent.

And I in a paralysis of time.
And I watching through the rear window.
And I the magpie of delight, who sings for her supper in all the grief.

Is the person on the other side of the mirror wondering who I am?
Am I just a color, a shape, a mere reflection of an other man?
Yet I think, I dream, I exit, but I feel that my job is just one…
To serve my real me, and appear on the mirror whenever it is time.

What if none of us is a real person, and we are simply the same
we both reflect each other’s reflection, a never-ending game…
So who is the one reflected by both sides? Someone he must be,
and if it’s not you, nor me, it’s just another refection, but this one, is free!

A burning shadow follows you,
made of sorrows and regrets
at first unreal, now so true…
placed like billion spider nets,

it keeps you stuck ,so you can’t move,
meanwhile it burns you to the ground
it just wants you to approve
to admit it’s real, and yell it out

it consumes your soul
and drains your essence
leaving only blackish coal
making null your very presence

It has been cast from far away
and her mother’s name is Vengeance
this curse will eat you day by day
this my dear, is your death sentence.

I love how your perfect lies
hug imbecile people's lives
and how your pure madness
is used for soul's caress

but the thing i love the most
is your pretty and deadly note
that you deliver with your smile
which dooms everyone with style

our demons should be friends
and play together till it ends
and once it ends, it should be us
to stay together and discuss

about your icy and savage eyes
about what you love and i despise
or simply, we should watch the sky
under which we used to die

you, hundreds of years ago
me not yet, maybe tomorrow
still, i promise that i will
since there is a kiss i must fulfill

may your thoughts about me
never leave you till I'm free
and may you please understand
its not my fault, its how Time planned.

A quiet life
A country life
Where the grass sways in the breeze
And the hues of green signify the beginning of balmy nights
A far cry from the city
Gone are the endless vibrant lights
Gone are the 2 a.m. trips across town just because they make the best doughnuts
In this place of air almost too clean to breathe
They stroll
A traffic jam is four cars at a stop sign
Battling rules of the road with polite hat tips of "you go first"
Fast feet and hot dog carts
Italian ices on every corner
Fifty-six blocks to a destination
A world of choices
A billion footprints at a time
Stoplight crowds of sneakers and pantyhose
Everyone is invisible and naked at once
The green haired freak and the business man
The limos and the gypsy cabs
The excitement only felt in a world of possibilities
The difference between pick up trucks and bike messengers
A hundred miles for supplies
Or fifty-six blocks of everything under the sun
Soot filled pores and too much traffic
Street sounds to sleep by and a world of opportunities
Crickets and junebugs
The world closes at eight
Nightlife turns into Wal-Mart and Taco Bell
The slow pace of growing grass
The warmth of a winterless Summer
Wishing for a trip across town at 2 a.m. just because they make the best doughnuts

You may not recognize me
     'til you hear the music playing,
  capriccio of a mellifluous heart
      dancing upon destiny's moons,
  speechless neath euphonical clouds'
              yearning euphoric poetry

Sometimes,
I can't help but feel
Dumb in a room full of ears.
The mouth moves
And nothing comes out,
Nothing but threadbare breath,
Wasted and worn
From words of small form,
So when the word counts,
No substance comes out.

Sometimes,
I can sit and talk
Without saying a word.
The eyes flit
And fold into slits,
A nod here and there, moves
As if I agree
With their trending theory,
An attempt to conform
With this act I perform.

Sometimes,
I run out of words
To share to the room.
I don't move,
Just stand there forlorn,
A husk of myself, caught
In the act
As I run out facts
That I can recall
To look quite normal.

Sometimes...

Sometimes...

Sometimes,*
Friends are strangers
Who know your name.

.

Wandering among the lonely
Searching for the smile I lost
Rain still follows my endeavor
Spending clouds to heed my cost

Flowers bloom though fragile petals
Hide behind the thorned abyss
Reaching in my skin is tattered
Of this one my heart does miss

Tired muscles burn of Mondays
Breathing hard against the wind
Falling stone an endless detour
Still I make my way again

When a light of soft temptations
Glows of warmer summer days
Sending forth a sense of meaning
In the beams it now displays

What is this now towards me runs
Blurry eyes on silhouette
As a voice of angel’s singing
One I shall not soon forget

It is her my one desire
Reaching out to take my hand
Tears recede, my smile returning
Neath the fruits of love I stand

On my knees I fall of weakness
Can this be my dream come true
As she whisper, soft endearing
“Hear these words I say to you”

“Have no fear, I shall not leave”
“Come with me my soul is yours”
“Never more shall love evade us”
“Every step this heart endures”

When on wings of silver satin
I am lifted from the ground
Wrapped within her arms forever
I was lost but now am found