locked...

drunk note i write myself...
hopeing to find salvation...
in my absolute...
hidden behind madness...
generations lost...
to names changed...
for the grace of god...
understanding the roots burned...
that were locked away...

asmililation

the weathered from the now...
the haze...
between the smoke and the poison...
life seems a true dream...
if only in the eyes of dreamers...
who see this world now...
as a thin veil...
layered in the madness of ages...
from words lightness seeks...
from behind darkness...

spoken,imagined

the steps that were missed today...
will be passed tomorrow...
in a forgotten mass...
of life...
only to be remembered...
in the end at judgement...
for all those unrequated loves...
the price to be paid...
is more than lived...
sin or no...
what is to shine or dull...
from words spoken, imagined...

vida de animal sin amor

i am some kind of animal...
that feels with the heart of a man...
the weakness for love...
and the caring touch...
feral breaths fight away...
the world of man...
for what love it does hold...
beasts are of nothing...
with no hearts to want...
the savage life is tearing...
as an animal...
and not man...
the heart of the weak, the solid...
is truth animals never know

is it still there

did i really cut out my heart...
to sleep at night...
and to be able to look into...
the beating from inside...
still calls...
did i tell myself lies...
hiding away to breath...
with a smile on my face...
that's meant for none...
did it always beat there...
even in dream can it tell...

silence

the silence...
what is it worth...
people die for it...
others die from it...
madning silence...
from the cries for silence...
no points in between...
that living, dieing prize...
of silence...

warm nights

warm nights, in summer or winter...
sober or drunk for truth...
sleep never comes easy...
like a reason to see something...
if for the sun or memory...
all just fantasy...
explaining away another sleepless warm night...
answers for so many questions...
asked ignored or forget...
for the sanity that is on the verge of questions...
warm night this far in...
where did the rains go...
they brought comfort, the sleep...
that gave truth to sanity...
where did it go...
bring back the rains for sanity...
for sleep and for mercy...
even in the cold there is love...

this is that dream

what is forever?...
is it the words grieving not to be alone...
is there a magic hoping for better...
living forever in the scenes of dreams...
striving for a dream...
and for the dreams that were forsaken...

an another stupid cry

i thought to ask to be closer...
even after fighting away everything...
but even in my attempts....
my words or attempts...
are not even whispers...
holding breath can only last so long...

in dwelling

did i ever go looking for solace...
was the end, just to be...
in the end, that's all that remained...
the shattering moment...
above everything else...
pain was more than the love...
and in the pain was abandonment...
the shortest truth...
seen more than anything...
self inflicting years away...
my heart was only for that...
for the stupidity in a passing person...
my only goal, to be again...
in a brief breath...
that could have been with...
the simple loss was more...
more than a lost second...
for in memory fresh...
it was the death...
and memory for tomorrow...
it was forgotten...

my island

don't touch me, to say my name...
i sleep under rocks...
at the foot of the green mountains...
everything that i am, is at peace...
disturbing to speak again...
from nights to days...
my sight only is what i take...