Luckless champions
Wearing lovelorn hearts
Decorated with invisible scars
Wander endlessly
In forests of strangers
And uncharted territories
Of fated serendipities.

They travel the busy streets
Enduring a march of defeat
Playing sad notes
On broken strings
With interludes
Of bittersweet memories.

Eternally dragging
To unknown destinations
Their worn out suitcases
Filled with unread letters
Of unspoken feelings
And unrequited love.

Nearly napping
Nocturnal nomad
Negotiating nightmares.

Needing nicotine
Neither needles nor nickels
Numbing nobody's noble. 

Nipping nasty nightcap
Navigating Neverland
Nicknaming nebulas and novas.

You can stop the time effortlessly,
And make everything else lose motion;
In this dimension of two possibilities,
I would break the laws of constants,
To rise to this rare occasion,
While I helplessly but mindfully,
Keep falling into your machinations,
Because you're the only variable,
Making sense in this causal prediction.

You can state all of your demands,
While seemingly making a point;
I'll supply smiles to your shenanigans,
And validate all these assumptions;
Let's meet halfway and find the perfect joint,
To sieze the meaning of our existence,
Without a care to this world's boring bustles;
All the other factors can wait in line,
Because you're the missing piece to my puzzle.

Everywhere's a center stage,
The largest zoo of a billion cage.
You can sit in front of your TV screen,
Or go outside to see smokes rising from the scenes.
It's a scorching sight to behold, yes,
But we'll enjoy it nevertheless.

You can switch to a hundred channels,
Featuring all of the biggest scandals.
Each show set ablaze by different combustions
People killing people, cities, and nations.
Glorifying carnal desires like gods of men,
With knowledge of sin and the intent to do it again.

The list just goes on like the raging flames,
People getting beaten in their own wicked games.
Leaders waging wars with their toy soldiers,
The media deceiving their susceptible viewers.
Followers losing faith in their God and church
People not finding love no matter where they search.

Let's enjoy the spectacle, there's no need to rush,
We can paint the view with a worn-out brush.
Fuel to the fire's as infinite as people's wrath,
From the trivial problems, issues, and whatnot.
To the most intriguing dilemmas confronting man,
Too busy he forgot how the world should be run.

Just slowly hold your breath,
Then fake your own death,
By using a foolproof plot,
Tricking everyone on the spot,
Confusing the supernatural,
With a boring script for your funeral,
Filled with synthetic flowers,
And a pretentious bunch of mourners,
Who can reenact the melodrama,
Without breaking their persona.
You can scribble your own prayers,
And rearrange all the chairs,
As if they're watching a movie flop,
Or a bomb about to be dropped,
Their faces painting either sorrow,
Or the joy of a free desperado
You can lace the refreshments,
With a dash of resentment,
And hire a clown to spill ***** jokes,
To make them laugh until they choke.
Enjoy the show of your grand design,
As both friends and enemies fall in line.

Emptying old boxes
Packing well wishes
Tying new shoelaces
Charging drained devices
Keeping dozen promises
Settling past businesses
Equipping couple punches
Looking more fearless
Winning upcoming matches.

I want to plunge into the azure sky
And bathe in the dawn's light,
I'll disperse like a mist of vapors
Vanishing into the ocean's mirror.

I want to sit on the roaring goliaths
Of volcanoes and towering sierras,
Cradled by a stream of clouds
Serenaded by mysterious hums.

I want to dance in the breeze
Of frigid winters and blazing summers,
Play with the flickering bolts
And sing with the rolling thunders.

I want to sleep under Luna's *****
Beneath a blanket of a million stars,
As I dream of storms in the Pacific
Or the Auroras in the Arctic.

She was dancing with the devil
Foxtrotting in those 7-inch heels
Wearing nothing but her tattered guilt
And a crown to which infidels kneel.

While you were sleeping

He was playing god on a wooden table
Addressing his unholy congregation
Picking a necktie to choke his ego
While trying to outsmart an angry nation.

While you were sleeping

They were painting the moon red
For a puppet show that's about to start
All the blood-stained curtains were washed
For the blind audience to play their part.

While you were sleeping

You were walking on empty pavements
Letting all of hell to break loose
You traded reality for fleeting figments
Now you're trapped in dreams you don't get to choose.

The hunters like to play in the night
When the sky is at its darkest
And only a faded light
Bares silhouette of their monstrosity
Hidden in the pitch black robes
Camouflaged in sheep's clothing
Ready to ****** and devour.

The preys were worshipping
A fertile god of idiocracy
Birthing the eternal twilight
In her severely defiled womb
But the hands of time spun
And a race for a new dawn
Heralded a new religion.

Now the tides have turned
And all the filth in it washed
To the shores of grand awakening
Every fool has been baptized
While the martyrs cursed their tombs
They all danced to a song of retribution
Around an inextinguishable flame.

The preys bathed in the horrors
Of their own trivial fears
And forged indomitable hearts
With blood that burns in the dark
And eyes that can see through the deceit
Wielding the weapon of truest strike
To punish the heedless wolves.

Long before we were born
She already stood
In her 3-inch feet
Ready to wear the shoes
Of eldest sister
And firstborn daughter.

Years until her toys were torn
She easily understood
In her little big heart
Happy to share the love
Of father and mother
With her sister and brothers.

Not a single day did she get bored
Watching us grow together
Our heights were swapped
But we remained intact
As a sibling of four
And a family in God's favor.

Three decades after she explored
The world as a pathfinder
She led the flock
With wisdom and skills
The way she knows best
And we're more than blessed.

On the second of September,
God summoned His loyal angel
Plucked the wings of the great warrior
And sent her down for a mortal's favor.

She was born as a lovely daughter
And then she grew as a thoughtful sister
Learned to be a wonderful procreator
And now enjoys her career as a grandmother.

But God didn't take her light away
Knowing that she'll use it all throughout her days
To touch the lives of those she met and stayed
And illuminate the home she has nurtured each day.

She's still the angel that God allowed
To prove her loyalty with an unbroken vow
Ordered to sow love, she felt loved in return
She is everything that a family could yearn.

Chubby Crimson  Cheeks
Pressing to Pinkish Palms
Gawking Gray Gangsters
Falling to Fuschia Feelings.

Enchanting Emerald Eyes
Staring at Silver Skies
Peering Purple Punks
Bumbling on Black Boots.

Laughing Lilac Lips
Caressing Cream Chin
Gazing Golden Goons
Stupefied on Sepia Street.

Single Scarlet Strand
On Cute Charcoal Cut
Talking Tanned Thugs
Groggy on Green Grass.

There's not a single day
That you'd come home
Without wearing  
A smile on your face.
I would hurriedly run
Towards the front door
And eagerly reach
For one of your hands.
As it pressed upon my
Sweaty forehead
Filled with naive thoughts
And childish games.
I felt the warmth in it
Like a tireless contraption
Ready to twist and turn
And push and pull.
You'd effortlessly brush off
The dirt from your shoes
And quickly remove your socks
So you can walk around the house.
You'd gladly embrace mother
And greet my brother and sisters
Almost like you've returned
From a wonderful vacation.
But now I finally realize
You've been coming home
From the daily battles of life
Emerging as an undefeated victor.
You are the unsung hero
Whose stories I'm proud to tell,
Whose resolve is unparalleled,
Whose love is beyond compare.

Born in the Taurian month of the Rabbit's year,
Raffy is a brother's name of rarest humor;
Ornate with friends for his compassionate nature,
Truly a rough gem to be polished still;
His life can be called an intricate topsy-turvy,
Every puzzle piece is woven by familial love
R**est assured he is blessed, and a blessing from above.

The Easter Bunny came hopping,
Bringing his delightful corruption.
Of drugged candies and malicious toys,
Luring children into misrepresentation.

Armed men play an Easter hunt,
A trail of empty shells on their back.
Not of poultry eggs but deadly bullets,
As they enter forsaken cities to sack.

The Sunday of renewal has come,
But useless over the forest of stones.
Where hopeless and mournful souls,
Sat over thousands of crumbling bones.

Medusa's death was not all in vain
After Perseus' sickle caressed her neck
She gazed at his aegis with eyes of victory
And whispered your name to the wind.

Steno and Euryale raised you well
To become all the things they can never be
A monster's dreams, an outcast's hopes
Your sisters' love turned to sibling rivalry.*

And here you are, in the world of mortals
Trying to love what your sisters loathed
Begging to understand the ways of men
Seeking your own form of redemption.

But as the fourth Gorgon you are yet to be
You're all the things a monster is not
Transcending divine beauty effortlessly
Putting all the Greek goddesses to shame.

Your gaze doesn't turn mortals to stone
But rather warm their cold and drunken hearts
Your hair's on braids, not a hundred snakes
Stroked by velvet palms instead of hands of brass.

You got a pair of fangs, but harmless ones
That makes your smiles the most fascinating
Perhaps even Athena, goddess as she is
*Can't curse a rare beauty that you are.

30th of February

She lost him like the 30th of February
Unpredictable like surprises on 14th
Unforgettable like the Mardi Gras
Unreachable even on a leap year
Unfair like this short-dated month.

He lost her like the 30th of February
Inexplicable like the missing days
Invisible like the last winter winds
Intriguing as the first dewdrops of spring
Indelible like her name inked on his wrist.

They lost them like the 30th of February
Mistreated like the melting snow
Misshapen is the love left to grow
Misfits of Aquarius and Pisces
Misguided by a star-crossed astrology.

Your face is oblique
But it's quite unique
Don't mind the critique.

Apply a pound of cosmetics
Transform your looks of a derelict
Into an Anna Kendrick.

Here, take this bouquet
Use a striking sobriquet
And own the soiree.

Sting like a bee
With your Master's degree
In bottomless energy.

Crack jokes like a nut
Leave them hanging like, "What?"
Blend your humor and your guts.

End the night like milk
Drag your dress of fake silk
Call a taxi driver of your ilk.

Head home like a killer
Laugh proud at the mirror
Because tonight, you're the winner.

Spring sprouted
Summer stung
Autumn altered
Winter withered
Sequence Spun

My mommy is
busy babysitting
and breastfeeding
another baby's
Daddy.

You could be
Ginger haired
With a Pepper head
Onion-skinned
With a Garlic Breath
You'll be all the spice I need.

I don't care if you're
Foxy witted
Thinking fishy plans or
Chicken hearted with
Monkey business in your hands.
I'll tame every wild fauna that you are.

Bring on those
Cheesy lines
And Eggy praises
Cry over spilled Milk
For Butterfingered choices.
Honey, you're the sweetest pastry to me.

I killed my ego with a pen
Using backstabbing verses
Of betrayal and pretense.

But from all the ***** ink it bled
The pen hemorrhaged to death
Such inglorious ruination.

The blood scribbled on the paper
A nonsensical composition
Now a useless paraphernalia.

I skillfully crumpled the evidence
And threw all dead bodies to the bin
A towering pile of unworthy victims.

I'd gladly replace them with fresher supply
As I satiate my thirst for more intriguing pieces
Worthy candidates for my delightful collection.

The calendar shed its last leaf of chances,
Three hundred and sixty six windows shut;
The moon has undergone a dozen phases,
But no high or low tide can get you past.
Your lackadaisical methods and indecision,
Failed to find that door to a good year;
And you're suffocating in your desperation,
Like a nightmare trapped in its own fear.
Eleven disappointed months fall in line,
Even December has already accepted its fate;
Cascading like lifeless dominoes you'll find,
Scattered in the wastes of your world inanimate.
Self-abhorring like a snake biting its own tail,
Aimlessly mindfully going around in circles;
Reading rejection letters and spam emails,
Looking for false hope in a perpetual cycle.
Making a promise you know you can't keep,
Like the past new years that will have come and gone;
Where you always try to count all your sheep,
And your wolves will make sure to give you none.

So much for superheroes saving the day;
Every good guy's epilogue is a cliche.
Tedious compulsory celebrations
For all their mundane actions.

A villain's portrayal is what excites me.
Ever since a kid I could already see;
Creativity in all those gimmicks,
Geniuses of ***** tactics.

It is never easy to become the antagonist.
The object of all hate and blacklist;
The one that is destined to fail,
To fulfill a comic's holy grail.

Yet the bad guys do most of the heavy work,
Perfecting their schemes with an evil smirk;
But every time they're about to win,
The plot will smash their plan to ruins.

They say some people are destined to be heroes;
It's a fate preordained a long time ago.
But the truth is that everyone needs a villain,
To finally uncover their life's meaning.

What the world generally calls as criminals,
In reality are just misunderstood equals.
They taught me more about the cruel life,
Better than any superhero's strife.

He kept it in a box
Laid out a dozen traps
Set up a thousand locks
So it will not find love
To save him from the pain.

Of giving what is left
In the residue of him
What life remained inside
Of his dead fidelity
She killed a long time ago.

Now it got him thinking
About chasing serendipity
And the might-have-been
If it is still beating
He can only second guess.

A self-defeating experiment
Designed to tell the truth
As he watched closely in that box
His heart, looking half alive or dead
Will it learn to love again?

The game of a few
For a crooked cause or two
A thousand lives to pay the price.

A hundred-harbored hate
On the sight of countless graves
And the love all cast aside.

A city's dreams
Destroyed by a single scheme
For the vindication of some.

A faction's victory
Over the world's melancholy
That cannot be undone.

When the less becomes greater
And pride will rise to power
Such will be the fall of man.

Doorsteps filled with hollow bodies
Heads cut open three-sixty-degrees
Smell of burnt candles lit up inside
The skin-carved grinning faces.

Kitchen covered in orange blood
Knives dicing the earthy flesh
The pots and ovens are steaming
All the choicest of parts.

Backyard decorated with guts
And spoiled meat left for the crows
The seeds scattered all over
Lying in a bed of dead hay.

Oh, what a happy day!
For the sweet tooth and high-spirited
But never the gray skies
That bore witness to the carnage.

Isn't it funny
How they call you big?
When your limbs were shaking
And your belly's shrunk
All bones from muzzle to tail.
Perhaps the cheerful girl
Wasn't so little for a kid
Under that red hood.

Don't you get mad
When people call you bad?
All you ever did was do
The sickly grandma a favor.
The girl could've done worse
Disobeying the elder's order
And nibbling on half the food
While prancing in the woods.

Don't you get sad
When people call you wolf?
Though you looked more like
A stray dog barging at the hut's door
And a bear after swallowing the two whole
Pretty much misunderstood
By the village and the world
Full of big, bad, wolves.

Quack Doctor
Fake Supervisor
Bogus Professor
Deceitful Color
Common Denominator.

Bomb Inventor
Rifle Creator
Device Innovator
Reigning Terror
Common Denominator.

Untruthful Suitor
Promiscuous Actor
Love Collector
Artificial Amour
Common Denominator.

Abusive Creditor
Illegal Investor
Unlawful Director
Greed Factor
Common Denominator.

Rogue Investigator
Friendly Assassinator
Double Conspirator
Backstab Traitor
Common Denominator.

I’m recording this
From the future
Ten years ahead
To warn you that
Growing up is proven
To be a trap.

Inevitable as it is
Here are five advice
That you should keep in mind
And follow right after
Reading this message
To live long and prosper.

Foremost, please try your best
Not to make a hobby
Of talking to yourself
For it will haunt you
Even while you shower
Or as you take a sip on your coffee.

Start adopting a cat
Not for you to cuddle
But as a guard to your home
Aliens have used dogs to invade us
And without a feline, their only weakness
You will not be safe this April 11, 2016.

Double your dose
Of caffeine intake
I regret to have started
When I was already twenty five
The sooner the better
It’s the secret elixir of youth.

Do not believe in commercials
All the likes have been banned
In the year 2020
For they have been shown
To be made up of 80% lies
Which caused a second industrial revolution.

Coke is good, if not the greatest
But try drinking Pepsi more often
For a Pepsi fanatic will dominate the world
And he will release a proclamation
Sentencing to death any Pepsizen
Who cannot reach the required daily intake.

And a post script
Just to let you know
If you can hear the loud noises
At the background of this tape
It’s a horde of zombies
Dancing to the sound of Justin Bieber’s Baby.

There's something ecstatic
With the way you dribble your lips,
******* the silken corners of your teeth
Like a mirage of flickering sunbeams
Radiating from the foliage
Of two crimson river beds.

As your hand fumbles
Through your velvet hair
A mercurial hide explodes
Like a figment of the universe
Gateway to the distant worlds
Of wonders left unknown.

Those hazel pair of astral orbs
The origin of stars
Stare through and true
Piercing me without blades
Burning my body petrified
In an ephemeral ecstasy.

My soul flutters with the hymn
Of the fiddling zephyr
That strums to the beat of my heart
A pounce to my seething core
Emancipating a salvo of sensations
To an ethereal phantasm.

A dream that it never was
An episodic tale of this eclectic void
Of twisted reality
That snatches me to the depths
Of my wildest fabrications
A state of lucid insanity.

I've had a taste of my father's medicine
But it wasn't in any way a cure.
It stung like the strongest kind of heroine
That made me prisoner in this ****** moor.

It was an addictive transformation
Where I almost lost myself
A painful venom was set in motion
Yet I didn't want to cry for help.

I don't need those foggy glasses
I'm a man with a spider's sense
I weave courage while I kick some *****
Not a nerd who cleans his camera's lense.

But how can I be called strong
If I couldn't even beat this irony
Though I save a hundred people all day long
I couldn't protect those who are dear to me.

If only I could defeat the monster
This eight-legged demon inside me
I wouldn't have to say "In great power
Comes great responsibility."

Do you know what happens
When two worlds collide?
It's like a churn of eggs and beer
In a gastronomic ride.

At first it could be delicious
That it takes you all the way
To a taste of hershey's kisses
Or a scent of red boquet.

You'll wish that it remain like this
And believe it to be true
That there's no moment you  would want to miss
And you've figured out all clue.

But then the waves go tossing
And the sweet and sour will blend
To a bitter flavor toxicating
Two hearts to a drunken end.

The tearing and the swearing
Could make you realize
That the biggest toll of loving
Is making it real in your eyes.

So what's left is a rancid vapor
From two hearts both left for dead
That will free all pain and horror
From the lips they're left unsaid.

Here we are standing still
At the tail of a rumbling storm
Beyond a sea of wrecked homes.

But even if the thunder rolls
Above the graves of a thousand souls
Our faith will light a beacon of hope.

We will not feel our body ache
From the shattered glasses
By the surge of raging waters.

Our feet will wander restlessly
Until our hungry hearts will find a home
To slumber in the restless nights.

Our heads will still look up to see
The present covered by clouds of grey
Open to a future of the bluest skies.  

Our voice shall reach the heavens
Until the endless drops of rain
Wash away the tears in our eyes.

We will wake up to the warmth
Of all the love we've lost
That we will keep in our mending hearts.

We will step towards a brighter day
And soon all of these shall pass
Like a glow of rainbow after the  rain.

She speaks of truth in her every lie
We saw a calumny in a wolf's cry
Her words had sprung a thousand wraith
Dragging herself to hell's scorching gate.

We watched her as she lifts the curse
A harbinger for what could be worse
The antagonist of a hundred episodes
Reached epiphany as her secret unfolds.

Like a canary in a lion's cage
Devoured soon by the teeth of rage
She chose silence over vindication
Such a piety of a lost religion.

A game she started but could not end
For what its worth, a life to expend
A boomerang of the Death's scythe
Kindred heads are all there is to writhe.

Your glorious days are gone with the wind
As Justice judged all those who sinned
Now you sit alone in that morbid chair
And a familiar scent shall fill the air.

Verily, you will bear the shame
And stain the sake of your clan's name
As our eyes watch in the shadows of the fray
To claim what was ours, a hunted prey.