Archive for June, 2015

WIP

All my harsh sounding words are not always meant to be taken seriously
All my loud sounding curses are not always what I mean to tell you, I’m sorry
And though I feel the freedom to speak here comfortably
Sometimes I wonder when the time will come when you won’t take it so lightly.

I pray that by now you’ve come to understand
That no matter what my mood could be
There is one thing that is for sure
I will always love you, baby.

This poem is dedicated to my children.

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A Phone Call across the Distance

How much time should I stay away?
How much time should I stay in silence?
How much distance is enough for this?
How much time should pass before I walk in?

I have nothing to offer but words
I have no way to prove them true
But have faith that you’ll believe them
And never forget how much they mean.

I tried to lay my pain upon you
I ignored the fact that this is not your weight
Trying to teach you how much a wound hurts
When you’re hurting, alone, in silence, as well.

How much time can I take this?
How many days do I have to wait?
How much distance they want before
The adults realize this is way too much to take in?

I have nothing I can do but pray
Beg god would help me someday
While I see you getting even farther away
As the children of evil take advantage.

I tried to explain these things to you
Ignoring the fact that you have your own problems
And that you’re too young to deal with any of it
I know you’re hurting, alone, missing me as well.

Thanks for reaching out
When the circumstances tries to cut us down
I’m sorry if I scream and shout
I’m trying desperately to demonstrate you what my love is about
But you’ve already figured it out
I guess is the way for God to tell us
That he’s always watching over us.

I’m just a phone call away
And if you need me to I’ll run to pick you up
When you grow older, and tired of this distance
I’ll be right there for you in an instant.

A Gap in Happiness

I waited for the flood to dry away
I wanted for the heat to stop burning
I waited for the signal fire day in and day out
I waited for the heavens to open up and embrace me.

But the birds are falling from the sky
Like angels from god send off to hell
Would you prefer the truth or rather hear a lie?
Lately I haven’t felt all that well.

There’s a huge gap in my happiness…

All these tears are meaningless to the ones who cannot see them
All this suffering is stupid for the ones who have forgotten how it feels
But if the life of an individual is so precious, so unique, so important
So why do we keep ignoring their issues and keep pushing them away?

I tried to apply the advices I’ve given to others
I tried to distract my mind from all that’s happening
I tried to medicate and laugh away all of this
But the feeling of solicitude and abandonment is calling in.

All these tears are meaningless to the ones who cannot see them
All this suffering is stupid for the ones who have forgotten how it feels
But if the life of an individual is so precious, so unique, so important
So why do we keep ignoring their issues and keep pushing them away?
But if happiness is so easy to obtain why everybody doesn’t have it?
If this is so easy to overcome and escape then why am I still in it?
Am I the exception, the freak, the pointless loner who’s alone in this?
Would you help me out or would you just simply quit trying like me?

A break up poem.

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Corroded Heart

This dream is for dreamers who don’t dream anymore
This love is for lovers who don’t want to love anymore
This life is for the living who wishes to escape somehow
And all we have left is the right here, is the right now.

I know, I know I’m trying so damn hard
I know, I know it all goes downward
But if we try, if we try to move forward
Maybe we’ll find, we’ll find a new start.

Can your love heal this corroded heart?
I don’t think love can heal your corroded heart
You’re still living for the wounds, for the scars
You’re still pushing off those broken parts.

This poem is for poets who don’t want to write anymore
These words is for readers who don’t to read anymore
A song for singers who don’t to sing about it anymore
A way to escape what we had but we still want more.

I know, I know we’ve been trying so damn hard
I know, I know it all goes downward
But maybe, maybe if we try to move forward
Then we’ll find what we want to find, a new start.

Can your love heal this corroded heart?
I don’t think love can heal your corroded heart
You’re still living for the wounds, for the scars
You’re still pushing on those broken parts.

I think your steel dug deep into the nerve
And crossed off where our names we’re carved
And now going back sounds so damn absurd
I don’t want to go back, go back to the start.


Psychosis

This physical world has become something overrated
It’s the same old, same old, same old bullshit glued over
Stop recycling the news, the tactics, the red tape projects
We need a new tragedy that’s not predicted in movies.

Someone else is always to blame
Bastardized by our western point of view
So get me the 30 dollars ticket
30 dollars snacks and extra-large drinks.

You don’t want to hear any of this
You’re sick of my anti-patriotism
So hail the flag of your capitalist family
Hail it to blow away all traces of racism.

This world of our own has become something overrated
It’s this, it’s that, it’s always something we’ve heard before
The stereotypes never grow old, be fearful of faith and respect
We need another card under the sleeves to slay the innocents.

Young soldier gather all your guns
Democracy oblige us to destroy each other
So get me the 30 dollars ticket
Why read the real thing if Hollywood’s gonna rework it?

You don’t care about any of this
Stick your heads in your hard earned jobs
One man’s lunacy is this world’s tragedy
They’re just scripting it all in a larger scale.

This looks like a cartoon show, more and more
Predictive TV, subliminal messages of later occurrences
Leaders and celebrities, can you tell the difference?
Isis and Osiris in the psychosis of our well-oiled-drilled fucked up minds.

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It doesn’t hurt anymore
Your needles sinking in don’t hurt anymore
Used to the machinery
I’m in control of your modern mutiny.

Jaws locked and all
I’m with the chain and ball
Dagger dripping crimson
I’m the one asking for the ransom.

It doesn’t bother anymore
Your ways fucking me don’t bother anymore
Used to the monopoly
I’m in control of the current insurgency.

Claws sharped and all
I’m with the ball that rolls
Sharp shooting pinpoint
I’m the one who gathered this joint.

It will go away
And I’m not sure if I’m gonna miss it
It will go away
And I’m not sure if to apologize to it
It will go away
And the inhuman feeling takes control
It will go away
And I think irrelevancy has taken its toll.


Monophobia

Hiding in this silence
Keeping down my tears
Drowning in my conscience
Raped by all I fear
I can’t say how much I’m hurting
I can’t say how much I hurt
Somehow it doesn’t seems it matters
Somehow it doesn’t seem to weigh.

Away from everyone I love
I sit here inside my head
Prayers kept from the one above
Daydreaming I am dead
So sick of being so honest
So sick of feeling so sick
If pain was just a contest
I think that I would quit.

Something pulls me back
Something puts me still
If courage is what I lack
Then give me strength to kill
All that has been holding
All that has been bleeding
My soul into this cup
I don’t think that it’ll stop.

I miss all of my family
I miss all of my friends
I miss the love they’d give me
I miss how it would hurt
I miss the touch of heavens
I miss the voice of my own
My corpse is served to ravens
I’m reaping all that I’ve sown.

No god up in the skies
Just big black clouds
No one to hear my cries
No one to clear my doubts
Hiding in this silence
Keeping down my tears
Drowning in my conscience
Raped by all I fear.

I guess there’s no one to listen
I guess there’s nothing to care
I guess there’s no one to talk to
I guess there’s nothing but to stare
And how this temple crumbles
Spirit, mind and heart
Watch as my faith stumbles
With what is torn apart.