...Masses
of coincidental thoughts
raging against the
corrupted sun
Enough is
enough!
Time to breakaway
from the chains
of the greed of
the tyrant
Truth is freedom
and the fuel
of an absolute flame
and we are
the soul of
the slingshot
in the sovereign rule
of a Goliath
system...

"...God save us!" That's what's written on a ***** wall down the alley of a forgotten heaven. Though she was too young to understand the real essence of the phrase, it sounded like a plea hanging by its neck. She held her headless doll tighter...

...The Creation
of heaven on Earth
was necessary
It was never about
believing
but following...

...Salvation is but a prayer of those who are in despair. Who will save us? She knew nothing about this and all that mattered was the growing hunger. The sky was dark and grinning with lightning...

...He had been sitting
on top of the world
for as long as time
can remember
Fear
is his gospel...

...She had lived long enough with misery but not long enough to see the skies relieved of its burden. Who is God? That was the last thing she had thought before they butchered her for her flesh...

"...Divide and Conquer"
the thought
becomes a living entity
Feed those
who have
with those
who have
none...

...I tried
to stay under the
radiance of the light
Where everything can be seen
and lies
were forbidden
But I wonder why
fear
suffocated my breath
and the dogs
glared at me in my sleep
and their howls
devoured my dreams
They said the crows
never shared their feast with
the vultures
But you see
man has told tales
based upon
contradicting ideologies
and the one
hanging
on that dead tree
knows the smell
of his own blood
His voice may be cold
lifeless
heavy
nevertheless the truth
So now I
walk away to be with
the whispers of the
dead...

...She
used to be a ballerina
in a time when
Jesus was still
free
Man
was the anomaly that
ravaged her for the sake of
power
and the irony behind it
We blame the heavens
when the moonlight
speaks of
sadness
that feeds the malice of hate
Never did
a fabricated smile mean anything...
It is
but a desperate attempt
to boast
a strength in misery
And pride...
Pride is
another poison that
we indulge ourselves into
even if the streets get darker
even if
the path gets heavier with
despair
Chances are
she'll be forgotten and
we may never know
why
we sink into the depths
trying
to define the
anger...

...It's not about
the sun and the
sunshine it brings
or the chirping birds or butterflies or
the smile that clings
It's not about the clothes we
wear and not really
about the choices we
make
Not even the alcohol we drink
or the regrets of
a dull morning
It's not about the dreams or
the fantasies of
loneliness
And never about the teardrops we've cried
or the indulgence in
sympathy
Don't even think about it...
There are times that
it's not about the right
or
the wrong or the
things that you can
do or the things you
think you
can do
But at the end of the day
it's mostly about the
simplest
complexity of being
us...

Dead rat...
this place smells like
a decaying
dead
rat
The stench
fills up your breath
haunting our sanity
Desperate for control
you
pull the strings
hoping to choke
us
As we laugh at the howling wind
knowing that you are
empty
Soon the day will end
and we'll pour ourselves a drink
as the rain
dance
with our thoughts...

...It was on
the streets of 96
when we started to live
the usual days with
an unusual
life
The first fires were
heavy and cold
but as time had promised
all faded
to a numb
We raced the sun to cheat
tomorrow
but She
never came
The pursuit was futile but
intoxicating enough for us
to believe that chances would
make the stars fall
so we could wish...
We had always thought
that we could reach
home
before nightfall
but the chase
never brought us
back...

The neighborhood is pretty much the same at 7 am. Change never existed here anyway. Gossips are the morning coffee and no one reads the paper anymore. Cigarette smoke is heavy in the air…

...She never enjoyed
the taste of eggs
or bacon at
breakfast
she seemed to be
in deep thought
always…

…Though it’s Monday, the kids are out on the streets playing while their parents yell and curse and throw things at each other. And the dog… the dog keeps on barking. So what’s new? An old man takes a sip from his pale coffee as he ponders at the thought. He lights another cigarette…

...Nobody notices her
at school
she’s like a ghost
lost in the numb
Better the geeks
they always
get some form of attention
at least…

…Hunger strikes again, its dinner time after all. Pulling the trigger is probably sick. But then again, perhaps this neighborhood would get sick if they don’t hear a gunshot at night…

...She thinks of mommy
as she cuddles
her teddy
She used to tell her
stories at bed time
but not tonight
“If only mommy’s here…”
There was a gunshot
It’s time to
sleep…

...We look up to the sky hoping
the heavens would hear
our plea
Not to seek for something
that cannot be found but
to have something
that would save us
from the agony
in each drop of tormented
sanctity
Almost
into a scream
we utter this desperate
cry
and we mourn
for the things that were
never
ours
And we realize
thoughts never cleared
our heads...

...The air is thick
heavy
burden to the soul
and every beat
gasps for light to flee
from a blinding choke
It's a nightmare
of visions
when you see
tomorrow will never
breathe
You suddenly recoil
to a memory
of the days when the air
smells like the sea
playing with the shore
one painted
sunset...

...And so we breach
the tainted glass
that obscures us
from the reality
that we've been seeking
Not all agrees and
sometimes we are branded
as heretics
deviated...
From the stake we burn
and we burn bright
never a scream of pain
Triumph is
the heartbeat of our soul
and to every shattered pieces
of fragments
left
marked by the trails of
our blood
we realize
that fresh air
is beyond those
walls...

...Fallen on bended knees
upon sun-soaked soil of
lifeless rocks and dust
that feeds the fear
of a shattered
dream
Arid is the breath
a strength into the fading
torn by the wounds
Bleeding
...almost dry
Lady lacuna in the breeze
plays an aria
of an eerie silence
Emptiness
in each note
and nothing seems
to quench the thirst
as Man drains the
blood...

Words...
written and born
to last immortality
Sacred as the moon as
the sun
as the time
to endless shifting sands
upon waves and tides
and sunset painted dunes
Memories of an eternal
breathing
a home within an abode
of solace
and serenity of a starlit
midnight sky
Cool as a morning
dew
a butterfly's wings
and the magic of stardust
Drifting with
every breeze
A truth within a heartbeat
of souls...
never ending smiles
Warmth
never fading...