torn papers spread across my bedsheet
unspoken words now stuck on paper
they move and move along the rhythm
of my body panicking in dark hours

a notebook silently screaming
folded pages were a warning
all kept unkempt for years
read for days and underable for tears

pleasuring the pain
of tearing fragile away
the washing of the insane
repulsed and yet
it's all in vane
for it will always show
and comfort the paranoia
but no one else will know
words of young injury
of drama and agony
and retained inscribed incensed
in the soul of the hurt the memories rest.

just
a
tear
in
here
too

one
more
for
your
sight

a
lane
of
sound
falls


a
ring
comes
goes

sad
ly

here it comes and i will let go of
these feelings in one single drop
i don't believe in sadness
it's just a concept

i make no use of
i don't want to be sad for
e
ver

it's really imagi
na
tion

let
me
be
ha
ppy

i
want to dance a
gain

a
lone in my room

let me
dance
once
once and for all

surrounding you
surrounding us
surrounding
there is noise in the evening
for blessings to come
for fortune to go
for harm or for tango
and in the night
in the darkness that you express
that we you i have in mind
for we do not claim them to our kind
for silence is sometimes the option
the choice to stay silent and a new condition
arises.

for we
like the silence

for we
hate it as well

for me
it's feeling alone
it's acting as if i can defend myself when i have no shell

and silence
is a marvel
silence is the possibilities and the fear
the consciousnesses that disappear

it's the voices that exist in your head
that are not spoken but loud they've made
your mind its own enemy it revels in misery
it's the hopeful voices that never stay
it's the hopeful voices that never say
that honesty is doubtful
when you're the only one to think.

but most above
there is one voice
the voice of the evenings and the eerieness of the days long past and the days' long mess
the voice that is unheard of for it does not exist
the voice that exists yet is silent
your voice
your own voice, in your thoughts
condemned to doubt and regrets
that despite having its place in your mind
will never find peace at any time

but as any word you speak vanishes into the translucid glass
of the cinema lens unrecording
your inner voice will remember
and in silence will it go back
to slumber.

Everything around me is happy
Invisible stars smiling at the sun
The night soothing the earth and
My ears lulled with melodies

Guitar and violins in a sheer tone of happiness
Life seems and sounds good
I never forget whatever dose of
Struggles I went through ; yet
I like life and I like everything that it's brought me

Play, drums, never stop your dance
Of tones and rythms and notes
Never end the whimsical wish I have
Sing and sing more with my heart and my body
Have it all for you and make it an instrument
Of luck. Happiness, I want it to come through me

Share, drums, share, ukulele, share, share
The mornings and the welfare
The nights and the tides and the waves
On the shore of compositions and propsperity
You make life sound good and I like to hear
I like to hear what you offer, drums

I couldn't dream of that happiness
In the early night
Because I had never dreamt it
Life offered it to me and so as a gift,
Guitar, violins, drums, and all of you creations
I receive you in my ears and head
Filled once with what I think were regrets
They're gone now and

I feel at peace.