Again and again,
pound after pound,
it hits with all it can,
all of light, fire and sound.
You won’t catch a breath.
You won’t get a break.
You’ll be sinking, drowning,
in a bottomless lake.
It will not ask if you’re cold or not;
It will just shovel ice with all it’s got.
Is it worth it? Keeping your breath?
Or you’ll give up when that’s what you get?
I’m not here to tell right from wrong;
We are all dancing to that same song.
I do agree it’s all a mess..
It will all end the same, nevertheless.
Can a little wait hurt?
After the clouds are gone
and the sun is out,
you’ll see that the wind,
it was worth after all that pound.

Time,
Yet I glimpse again,
yet again.
We never stop, do we?
It moves? It counts? Is it alive?
Or we just mark it as such?

Time,
Thrown in a waveless lake
waves the lake,
but the waves pass
And yet again
It is back to calm.

Time,
A circle they say,
That is how it looks from above.
Even if it is a line for us,
We only see as far the horizon.
I just hope that is true.

Time,
Yet I glimpse again,
yet again.
It never really stops.
It does move, it counts, it is really alive.
As long as we are here to mark it as such.

Eight plus two rotating specks
Revolve around their counter-specks,
And possible is all we see and hear,
All the blue and green and the air we breathe.
The food we eat, the crap we ****,
It all goes around,
Everywhere around our pale blue dot.
A carbon-based meaty crumbs,
We make a men-made blanket all over the surface of our pale blue dot..
But, it's getting hot..
Let's not turn our greasy green carbon-based life into ash and dust.
For we are hope and a wonder made in light,
Let's cure our planet called Dirt.
And then let's go out to space and make others like Earth.
Let's move forward,
And be seen out in the stars' open sight.
Let us be galactic species, all good and right,
Glorified in eternal height.

Blown away in a moment, asunder,
by a breeze with a feel of shudder.
Blown from within the bone,
above my head, transparently shown.
I'm being ripped from tip to toe,
like from mother, without a woe.
The gush, it rings in the ears,
the stream is absent of my deepest fears.
Got rived - it was like nothing else;
Blown away in a second,
apart from all my cells.
Like silk in the hands of a weaver,
it is pleasant, yet I shiver.
Like a cup of cold water after a mint,
all across my body, comfortably skinned.
I didn't knew that I'll get clutched,
I never asked, to be touched.

Every morning, right at dawn
this happens before I even yawn.
Day after day, day after day,
before I even wake,
before light with my eyes I take,
the same way it goes.
Over and over and over again…
It starts with this sudden rash on my skin,
like when someone is bothered with some very deep sin.
I taste of something unpleasent, sour.
If I spit it, steel I think I’d devour.
All stiff and sore,
I get up, unwillingly I’m mumbling something gore.
I look myself in the mirror,
sheet after sheet, it just gets thicker.
My eyes ****** and black,
inside them I see, a dent, a small crack.
Day after day, day after day,
while everyone sleeps,
I pity that soul that down in the crack slowly weeps.
I watch as it gets wider and wider,
that *****, that empty hollow ditch.
I see away, try to hide the disgust.
There is no place left in me, where I’d put my own trust.
There’s no border more, between reason and lust.
It was taken by some passing windy gust,
some swarmy pile of useless dust.
Vigorously I feel fire building up in me.
Hell got upstairs again, in me I see.
It burns I can feel it,
that unscratchable itch.
I stay still, I don’t move,
only with my left cheek I twitch.

My body, numb, weighing on the floor,
not listening to me, drowned in the corner;
It stares in the dim wall, doesn’t move,
while the fingers crawl towards the half-open door.

Time, sun and shame,
cracked the wall, dripping colorful sweat;
Wallpaper ripped, shivers freely in the air,
as wind whistles from the cracked window frame.

The singing window crack,
for a moment, lights the wallpaper dark damp;
One over the other, they perfectly fit,
only for a second, the sun can’t wait.

A scratched blurry flower,
from long ago, rests on the wall;
Paints color to the tears, from the crack that fall.

The rotten wood on the window frame,
from long ago, it’s eaten away;
Dry rotten specks, from the crack on the wind sway.

In light, dust and drops one become,
the sun looks, so a vapor wave in the air it is shook;
It fills the room with smell of life and bloom;
Two cracks, one become;
And all they get, is a light a day.

It screams.. Oh god, it does scream.
All I feel now is sorrow and pain,
just looking for things to punish and blame.
Trapped, I lost all type of sense.
Pushed from all sides, as a block of stone my heart is dense.
Oh, it does scream..
Nobody hears.
I cry, my soul is full of tears.
I look in the mirror,
I don’t recognize that guy.
Who is he? What has he become?
I hear them calling,
that’s not my name.
I look not with my eyes,
and all I see is a stranger.
Surounded by people I am alone.
“Get away you filth, begone!”
If they knew what’s in my blood,
they’d nail me on a pike, oh God.
From the bottom to top I’m filled with hate.
Nobody can’t even think of passing my gate.
My face I can’t stand to look.
Who are you stranger, you who my face took?
From me, for me I feel fear.
I’m not getting out of this void anytime near.
And I do know, that deep hate has been born
from deeper love that has been torn.

I’ve been thinking night and day,
been wondering where does your heart lay.
Please, can I know if I may?
I’m troubled with it, what can I say.
What do you think before you sleep?
What desires does your locked heart keep?
What do you wish? What do you want?
What is that, that keeps you wake at night?

Are you happy? Are you full?
Do you hug your blanket, do you tug in?
Does something spoil you, make you a kid?
Do you feel warmth under your skin?
Do you get vibes along your bones?
Is there somebody that shakes your knees?
Does somebody puts you at ease?
Who is that, that holds your keys?

Do you feel love? Are you satisfied?
Are there colors in your belly?
Do your thoughts taste like cherry?
Do you see stars in someplace else?
Who is that, that rings your bells?
Where is the keyhole, to your soul?
What is that, that makes you give in and kneel?
Do you feel, like I feel?

My heart is with you,
but where does that heart of yours lay?

When was I shot?
Do I have to rot?
Oh, who do I blame?
For that gnarly flint that came..
The arrow of that little cupid,
got me clear and lucid.
You widened my pupils.
Messed up all my scruples.
Oh god, I have no more doubt.
Nothing left to think about.
I got water on my drought,
I let my flower rise and sprout.
You sit there and you shine.
I got vibes all along my spine.
I can feel nothing of mine,
You make me gaze, make me pine.
I’m not in my maze, I’m just fine.
I got an itch, that requires a stitch.
I’m out of the ditch, but I won’t twitch
You knocked me all the way down.
With your eyes, hazely brown.
Your smile melts me down.
Black hair, black gown,
made of the night sky’s lonely frown.
How do I not look?
There’s no letting of the hook.
I’m going to put it in my book,
oh, my eyes you shook, you took.
I gotta grab on tight,
on your bright blinding light,
stand in your sight, be on your side.
And just might,
Everything’ll be allright.
You got me mesmerized,
My senses vaporized.
Like a gapeseed I stare,
oh, how do I dare?
You widened my eye,
oh no, I do not lie.

As the ripe of night passes by
he lays on his back and looks to the sky.
A bold gaze he holds in his eyes
as he covers hêr gently under the sheets.
Staring in the broad open he thinks
of how all the universe came to be next to him.
His fingers run along from her thigh to cheek
as he counts all the stars reflected from her ivory-hued skin.
A creature delicate,
painted in colors contrary to the night,
seems like she was chosen to be
even long before those stars gave birth to their light.

As morning comes by,
even before the Sun, she illuminates the sky.
He has never seen something so beautiful,
as that slow waking of her eyes.
No other sight in this world could
feed his gaze like that half-woken confused pale face.
And as she whispered, still in her dreams,
he silently laughed and thanked all,
all that stardust throught the years,
for gathering into something so rare,
so rare, he saw only in her wild untamed hair.

As the ripe of night passes by
he lays on his back and looks to the sky.
His eyes, shivering, turn to her face;
Covering her gently, fixing his gaze.
Staring back in the broad open he thinks
of how this creature came to be next to him.
He runs his fingers from her thigh to cheek
and he counts all the stars reflected in her pale, ivory-hued skin.
A cascade of raven black curls rain down her neck,
they wildly gallop across her slender white back.
Contrary, and just as the Sun rays in darkness alone;
Her photo-negative palette, a universe of its own.
She's a creation delicate, painted in colors opposite to the night;
She almost seems like she'd been chosen to be,
long before the stars gave birth to their light.

As dawn comes by,
even before sunrise, she lights up the sky.
He has never seen something so beautiful,
as that slow waking, oh her eyes!
No other sight in this world could feed his gaze
like that half-woken confused look, oh her milky face!
Her body rustling, her arms tingling, a voice silken,
she tries to speak - husky and brittle, oh her crimson lips!
And as she whispered, still slightly in her dreams,
he silently chuckled and praised all,
all that stardust since the birth of time,
for gathering for but a moment, into life,
for gathering into something so rare,
so rare, this girl and her wild untamed hair.

I got a girl and she’s a wreck!
she’s chaos and she’s crack,
a living angel with a wicked soul!
a precious stone that shines dusk and dawn

She’s in a fuss, she can’t sleep
she weeps in her dream,
distressed from man’s (ugly) pest
that thorned up her flower crest

But i can’t help, cuz i’m far away
but baby trust me that one day
I’ll move mountains and be there!
Clean all the filth and bump your heart
so you can blossom into the,
most beautiful ever thing..

Your smile will be the sun
making everybody fuzzy and warm
your calm will be the moon
faintly whispering passion’s storm
embracing all that’s right and wrong

Out of the shadow that clouds your star,
you’ll not need heaven, not need hell,
you’ll have me and you’ll have you,
doing all that fills up,
that hole, in your soul,
wearing the crown all day long
by my side like Bonnie and Clyde.