I
I know, I
I’ve thought it before, I
You’re right, of course

I
Choke on my words
Choke them back in turns
Fumbling with my twisted tongue
To spit out the right lines
Only what’s right
Only
Only my throat closes them down and

I
Yeah, probably
I should yeah, I should

I
Won't
Muscles clench and spasm at the thought
Never once made to move quite like that
Practiced at avoidance
Pro at backing down
Not even yet a novice at self-help

I
I’ll let it pass, I guess
See if things change, I
Don’t want to rush

I
Know six years is hardly rushing
But **** it’s worked before
To batten down my hatches
Close off the heart of my mind
Choke back, choke back
Clench, hold, avoid
Rush, rush, away

I
Yeah
I know
You’re Right

Goya's not gone
his nightmares and realities still shadow us -
the Los Desastres de la Guerra
still palpitate in our desert lands and hills
beating like hearts the Aztecs offered the sun;
and the barbarism of an axe over heads still thrives -
and barbarians can never hear the plea of a mother

Tampoco
tells us of women and girls ***** in war
and Oh, the Fight with Cudgels
looms large over our skies
and the horror of Saturn devouring his son
pervades the earth
and the Black Paintings
run amok in the form of men shrouded in black

Ah, Picasso is there too in our madness:
Guernica bares its teeth and monstrosities

Daedalus' words were just another
Example of reverse psychology.

There is no sun to melt the wax
Enforcing your wings.

Flight is a victory in- and of itself;  
Freedom, however brief.

Never fear to rise too high.
Those who didn't rose safely.

You would have been just fine
Without the warnings;

Only you and the Sea knowing
The escape you chased was

Within
Her.

"Wait for me", she said to him
"I will wait for you, baby", he answered

And they keep on waiting
Trusting the love
Keeping faith on God
No distance
No time
Nothing
Nothing can stop them
Nothing can change their hearts

One day, all dreams will come true
She is for him
He is for her
God made them feel
What is destiny

In a life of black and white,
She swears shes got colour.

In this prism,
She dances freely in her
kaleidoscopic
world.

I wish I could be free like that.

~lets take rearview mirrors off life~

I hear your song echo in the midst of the  night
With my bare feet, I walk in the dark
Just to see you, the voice that I hear
Never care of the risks I have to bear.


Your voice guides me where I should go
The echoes are the trails and now I can see you
You tell me some stories which makes me ponder
I laugh at every humorous word while we chatter.


Who shall forget you as my caring guide?
You lead me into my world, now I don’t have to hide
For I am now complete, an artist of my kind
Your song pushes me up to take pleasure of my mind.