...We brand ourselves with
something that we are not
Pretending to be kites
riding the wind
with the air in our heads
Disoriented, we
rely on vertigo to endure the
ups and downs and thought
that we are
masters of the sky
So we seek and want
that is
we cannot have
But we are tied...
To the ground
we are
tied
and we have become
confused of
who we really
are...

...Spending time under the cool
shade of a dying tree
seeing the world
and the last remnants
of a flower's breath
The edge seems to be
closer
as time begins to doubt
the forever in her hands that
never promised eternity
Devoid of the stars in the sky
her eyes glisten in a dull
with tears of
absolute theatrical drama
She fears the calm
in each wave touching her feet
for every kiss
is a commitment to
bringing the shore
closer
to home
It used to be a dream
come true
But she never opened her
eyes...

...Some people
pray to empty cans
and hope the sun will make
rain
in the absence of belief
They wait
and they dance until
the emptiness
becomes a threat to the
aria of illusion
So they panic and curse
and blame
the moonlight
howling
to feed the hunger of
self-inflicted nightmares
In the end
they find themselves
in the cradle of desperation
and believe
everything that
burns...

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...

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…

...She speaks in the cold
a naked warmth
Burning cloak
of cold fires
through dark shadows
emanating from beneath
Heaven is a long journey
that winds up
within the path of hell
maybe endless
Maybe
we won't find it
There is no easy way
but to swallow each thorn
to bleed us dry
Words were not made
by rainbows and colorful skies
but of burden
that ironically saves us
Would we deny?
Yes
we always have...

...They bled and tasted
blood
Their own and of their
brothers and everybody else who
have called this land
home
They wept on their knees
for the ground has turned red
and the skies bore a hole that
will never forget the
afternoon when
the robed monkeys came
Screaming, preaching
they uttered words... strange words
Divine, it's what they said but
filled their bellies with
flesh and grains and gold and
souls
Sentiments have gone
a long time ago, not forgotten
For tomorrows never brought the yesterdays  
nor their brothers, their lands, their
homes
But the sun, in each rising
only gave mornings of
mournings...

...And she
dug, digs and
will forever dig her
grave as he
whistled in the dark for what seemed
past twilight
on the top of the mound of dirt or
somewhat that looked like it while
the dogs went mad and
desired to consume her but
she sang
those songs that her grandmother taught her
when the world was ignorant of
the truth
Hauntingly strange
the melody was
To a point that it defined
horror
in a way that transcends belief
He jumped down, grabbed a shovel  
resting under a pale silver light that
sounded like it was humming to
the melody of the song
For a moment she thought
her end was in his shadow
and she was right and uncertain but
he slipped and fell and screamed
to an eternal drop to
Hell...

...Of the thoughts that
make up the madness in my
head
there's one that stirs every
bit of
sanity
left in my soul
And I try to find the calm
that I used to know
But I
get angry trying to find it in the
middle of the confusion
Why
I wonder
of all the things I know and
those things that I
thought I know
this would create a nightmare that
drags my soul towards a
road under the scorching sun
I thought
hangover of regrets were the worst
but obviously they are
not...

...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...