Loving you is like eating dark chocolates. . .
there is a hint of sweetness and bitterness all at the same time,
it makes my heart beat fast and slow.
In each and every bite,  I can taste life in both sides...

She was just a walk away,
She is just a talk away,
should I start with "hello?"
Or may be just a simple smile?
but then she walked away. . .

Come rain,
Come shine,

You are just a little too late,
don't dive into an unknown river,
you'll have another time.
and for a meanwhile just say.

Come rain,
Come shine,

Be friends with your tequila,
throw away that useless margarita,
liquors can't buy you a señorita.
and for goodness sake let's take our time.

Come rain,
Come shine,

Darkness is nothing,
yet defined as something,
The absence of me gave meaning to him.
and now he is the Ancient Behemoth that fights me within.
and gives life to me without. . .

Where I am there He is,
Where I am not He is God.

I cannot match him,
His speed is yet to be known,
A force to be reckoned,
yet an energy that is Obviously Unknown.

I Envy his powers,
His might and his Will,

I can stare you but you'll be blinded,
He can consume you without even knowing it.

What am I?
What is He?

Who came first?

Darkness or Me?

What am i?

But a putrid droplet from a rotten sac,
dripping slowly neath' the earthly tomb,
amidst the vast ocean of this swamp,
my purity and my flaws remains intact.

I am clean?

I believe. But yet to be cleansed . . .

am I forsaken?

What is see, is what I am becoming. . .

Believe!

You are pure!
You are water!
You are free!

run towards the sea of truth!
flow! meander! transform! reborn!
for you are just a sinner!
sinners are meant to be forgiven!

Bathe yourself with a million other of you,
and realize. . . this is your. . .

We feel it running up our spines,
It shivers, shingles, Soothe and sails
Drifting and isolated in our own timeline.

Keep it hidden, and it remains unadulterated,
From their senses.
Keep it under the sheets of our secrets.
Hidden yet shown,
So they won't know
We have created the universe of our own.

And if ever the time shifted,
and all reduced to dust,
Dimensions we are apart,
We will still own that space and time,
When I was yours, and you were mine.

I watch the evening sky turn from indigo into black,
I watch the stars pulsate like an arrhythmic heart,
I saw how the gray clouds cover them in a blanket of shade,
and the starshower starts to fall on me as I gaze,
witnessing a genocide of fireflies right before my very eyes.

I am the Dirt under your fingernails,
Killing you slowly like a venom flowing in your veins,
My tongue will be as sharp as blade,
I will stab you in the neck and cut your tubes,
Pound your head into the ground and just spit at your corpse.
I'll drink the liquid as fluid as my knife slicing you.
and hear how to scream like a tortured Jew.

On the wire,
A message lost.
A voice forgotten,
A desire caught on fire.  .  .

This is where the good things end,
this is where happiness is bent.
where apathy creates a strong vortex,
that we are ****** in this whirpool
of hate and alibis.

maybe 'tis the right time to realize,
it's not really a surprise,
when lust and love decelerates,
and when pain and apathy accelerates.

"far  moments ? let's  get away!"

that is what I just have heard  today,

I really  just  don't  know when to stay,

in my head  I try  to let it all happen ,

and in a mean  chair  of innocents  
it's heading inside my  mind blowing .

care?

how important  is the bombing ?

maybe we should all believe  what the rest of the world  didn't  dare.

There is a place in my body where you lie,
A place where fold of muscles and skin,
pillars and bridges and jails of
bones are intact. . .
Where you swim in blood,
dancing in an endless rhythm of beats.
There is a place in me that can be measured,
but whats inside is immeasurable. . .

There is an Idea of you in me.

Don't assume or you'll regret it,
if you want everything to end,
just go preach it,

Just try. . .
reveal my secrets,
empower your lies,


I'm tired of this stupidity,
I made it clear to you that friendship is all about longevity,
Of trust,
Of respect,
Of understanding and most of all of Principles and boundaries. . .

As simple as that.

Nothing more nothing less. . .

I drew this line before,
so visible it's obviously seen by all.
Why do you keep on ignoring it,
your oh so lame excuses, your not a kid.


Read this and get mad. . .
Snob me in the hall. . .
like what you did before. . .
you know what comes after two. . .

Don't let the third strike come for you. . .

I Believe in you the Father almighty,
just don't force me to answer the second question.
It makes you more implausible
more unreasonable.

Unconditional they said...
and now I'm starting to question that.

To Grasp something that is invisible to the eye,

to caress what is intangible and naked to the touch,

to grip the air with all your might,

and find nothing there,

to step upon a shadow and hold it captive,

to whisper a secret in a bottle so no one else would know it,

to love the unknown,

to show what you can't show,

to create your own world. . .blindfolded,

to be left handed in a world of the right-handed,

to be what they limit you to be. . .

to be reborn every now and then.

must be. . .

Keep this in mind

We rule this land,
We invented time.
We are the Master of our four sided horizon.

Let's keep this place and mark an X.

If time comes to take what we once have,
Keep this map and find the spot.
I'll be there couple of hours early,
laying yellow roses in your path.

I fear the time when your eyes turns grey,
when the locks in your hair straighten,
and the locks in our hands loosen.

I fear it when you think of things that never did happen,
when my inaction forms imagery in your head.
and free the tears that you never shed


I fear it that when you wake up,
you'll realize, that you don't have the strength. . .
to love me anymore.

Ti's the last time he brushed his shoes against the welcome rug,
I still see the silent turn of the doorknob.
The last sight of my old man's silhouette.
Now I live in a house as abstract as a home,
Longing for the day I leave her wings and build my own.

for there comes a day
where one decides
to cement the lament,
straighten the bent nails,
to finally build a concrete home.

I scribble this page with fright,
fearing of what I have been today,
the poet in me died.

A different being with a different thought,
what have I become?

this are my thoughts once,
who are these thoughts now?

It's a habit forming activity of the new age,
Science can't even explain the ideas floating  in teenage brain.
Like a super nova blasting in the sky,
a mind so random each and every time.

Thin slicing this warped mind,
A figure  drinking wine in a lime light,
never ever ask a question from your past,
never ever create a formula that won't last.

I am a practitioner of an art you'll never see in a museum,
you'll never see with your eyes.

I am a deaf musician using deception and rhymes,

Even I.  .  .

Even I. . .

can dream if I go blind.

The black is turning silver,
your flesh is getting paler,
the joy is now minimized
this is the day we realize. . .

don't let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

the dawn is half past dead,
and now we don't have anything to unload in our head,
maybe our time is nearly over,
or we just begun to turn our ends motor.

we wont let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

lets play our old toys,
and swing our swings,
'till we see what we already saw,
lets make it all clear just before we go. . .

we will never let that happen,
and from this moment on,
lets try to keep that day, far far away. . .

Loving you just to keep me sane.
Seeing you to keep me real.
A conversation with you to keep me human.

Small achievements.
and roasted grains.
Money, to keep my happiness sustained.

Thirty,
If get pass trough it
assume that I've changed.

HE. . .

staring at everything like we are nothing,
you give him words,
yet he doesn't respond.
he has life,
but doesn't live it. . .
He talks sense. . .
and it is written long. . .
But at the end of it all. . .
It is ****** in a vortex of none. . .

When I walk with the crowd,
When I ride the train with people,
I try to find my peace of mind,
like a puzzle piece trying to fit,
trying to make a sense out of it. . .

Everyone is unique, just like everybody else.
Try to look everyone in the eye,
Everyone just wants to go home,
I just want to go home. . .

You feel like the gray background of the red dot,
walking with the crowd at seven in the morning,
riding the same train,
eating the same lunch,
watching movings that inspires,
and you think you could change the world,
but you can't,
heroes don't live in this boring ways. . .

and then you stagnate,
and then you feel desperate,
and then you do nothing. . .
you just wait for your fate. . .
and be like everyone else,
lying on their grave.

You didn't even make it to the newspapers obituary,
You didn't even appear on T.V.
You haven't even composed a song,
or painted a masterpiece,
or cook a new food,
you haven't contributed to the world. . .

fate.

I grate my teeth on the sight of me,
my dark reflection.
Once a little child innocent to the core,
now a dark ricochet of light.

How I'd like to bury you for what you become,
just to resurrect you from what you used to be.

from this day i'll cast upon you my apathy.

It's great to hear you saying you love me,
and you thinking that I appreciate it.
and in times I feel that I don't even deserve it,
or deserve you...

For I can't find the words to repay the days you share with me,
And I think until my death I am still in debt,
And with my promises left broken, you still pick up the pieces and glue them with me...

And if this feeling seems overrated,
I'll always make sure that what I feel is unadulterated,
I hope that in the phrases stated ,
you won't feel that they are sugar-coated.

Am I worthy ?

Do you how much I hate you?


go out in a clear blue summer sky. . .

Count the stars if you ever see one;

Oh please! Just please! don't include the sun,

That is how much you mean to me. . .

I wont ever hurt you, my ebony.

And at night,

If you ever wonder how much i love thee,

Lay your bones in the moonlit grass,

And if you ever feel alone, this too shall pass.

I am your lunar crescent,

Hear my howl. . .

Cradle in my dark side. . .

Hush my darling,

and sleep with me tonight.

Somebody died tonight,
Beside the love of his life.

As she is covered in blanket,
In a peaceful slumber.

He is wide awake looking at the ceiling,
Lying like an unknown being.

She wakes up the next morning,
Without noticing...

Not even a single glance to
A man who has feelings...

He is still dying tomorrow night.

I am trembling...
and you are impending...
I am troubled...
and you are an over sized bubble...

I am chained to you...
as you are chained to her....

You're on your way out into the world...
with this trembling hands, I'll hold you still.
with this troubled mind, I'll look you in the eye and say:

Wake up Charlie... it's time to dream.

What is the answer to this equation?

I don't know, I don't know yet.

Think!

Let me know, please let me know.

Are you not thinking?

I am please wait.

Here is the answer. Isn't it obvious?
Again.

Think

As I stare to that paper for hours.

I may not be your closest friend,
I'm not your stalker nor your fiend.
I maybe strange to know some of your deepest secrets.
But I am glad that you always feel my presence.

There is a  line drawn from you to me,
in a world where numbers are god,
where ones and zeros dance to a tune of complete silence.
and we are, but a mere thread in the web.

Strange it may seem,
but how golden the feeling is,
when you tell a secret to a person who see you the least,
but feels your worth.

ask me any questions,
I'll give you my opinions and my convictions,
ask me about numbers,
and get ready for a slumber.

that is me,
an eye in a distance,
not a good but watching you from afar,
like seeing the big picture,
but in details, that is where my focus is at.

little boy, little boy dont cry
everything is going to be alright
one day i'll say goodbye,
don't ask me how don't ask me why.


little boy, little boy dont cry
always think that life is fair,
when it isn't,  it doesn't mean that we are not
going to get there.


little boy, little boy dont weep
when your heart breaks, just go to sleep
dream the dreams that makes your heart leap,
leap the cliffs that your heart speaks.

little boy, little boy goodnight . . .
maybe tomorrow we will glide,
the islands of clouds and the waves of sunshine,
keep asking him how. . . keep asking him why. . .