A life we live that chose us
People that breaks in with none to give
A heart that beats and stops thus
Control is a myth to make life barable to live

Try to say what you think
And make it ryme with what you feel
From the depth of what seems thik
To all the hearts that only sees what's seen

A tag of war and reciprocal sways
My heart and head floating questions stains
Innocent, will it be the clouds that rains
Or hell ,will it be the future days

A soul is the only item to bribe time
Death is the solonel freind of fate
Life is a fortune worth only a dime
And the only beaable with a final date

HI ...Maybe am a writer

I read an article lately saying that in order to be a good writer you just have to write ; not to please others but only focus on writing , so I thought that maybe that's the problem , admitting that my approach to be a good writer is not adequate for the task and it made me realize that sometimes getting over other people expectations gives us the chance to reach the image we draw for ourselves without even noticing , and the funny thing with this way of dealing with such a dilemma is even if I don't reach what I want, I don't become the eligible writer I think I can be , I can't be disappointed, writing from my heart ......... writing is a fun process that should be done  with passion or not done at all .

I'll see through every inch of doubt
I am the moon when the sun goes down
And ill reflect its shine its my life
I will define
I woke up today and felt my age for the first time
In both my mind and body
And my thoughts are less of fitting in
And more, more of being a better man
with just a simple pen
here's a reflexion of my empty soul
a piercing eye , a glance of cold
can this pen tell the untold
gaze at the portrait fear in that thought of freedom
scared of the holy tomorrow
am not ready to give up my sorrow
even if i leave, where would i go
And nothing quite so least as truth
i say though hate was why men breathe
cause I lived my role
love is the whole and more than all
angels an demons in love with my soul

if only life was less complicated
if only feelings could be undertaken
if only you would comprehend
if only dreams could become true without a tribute such as you ...

walked in someone's home
walked in a life that isn't my own
walked an I saw a face unknown
a face that healed the scars in the depth of my soul



loaning for something that will never be mine  
just a picture in my twisted mind
like looking to what I'll never find
like kissing the lips of time


I can't control my own thoughts
her hand on my shoulder an there I lost my heart
her touch, her eyes tears of blood falling on my lonely heart
keep the silence, keep it inside


you built a life on your own
am just a "cliché" waiting to be born
your beautiful soul  a beautiful dawn
will never be in a heart ; mine, already gone


she's just a ghost am trying to catch
the more I know , the less
a simplified fear in my regret
more or less is the whole I get