I’ll write you a letter once. To show that I’m different and in need of you. I’ll not trick, with a trickster. I’m you from another time creating a better field, for these wings of arrogance. Maybe a king between blue sky and sea, will see courage. I’ll not trick, with a trickster I said. Yet, I’d love a challenge up ahead. Break me you that reads, reader which I’m aiming with a desk, a chair and a pen that inks. These voices, will stop when? These angelical traces, remnants from people with no faith.
Will you see farther, much further than them? Help the needy like Robin Hood letting down the bow, with an arrow in hand or blame, blame and be heavy in. Is it a contract I need to sweat? What is the real test!? Healing from their remnants or shaming my own name in a victimizing jest. I’m courage, I’m me. Not fire, not wind, not a body cut to a droplet of blood. Just whatever you in me see.
I saw a door once shaming what Eden could be. I’ve perceived so many colors of the rainbow through the mist. People as creatures, people as diseased. Was that door an open sky? Was it you taming the idea of a young spiritual light? May I die between ideals or find that deepness that’ll help me fly? Are you even reading? There’s too much information out there. Too many mirrors focused to be heart hunters.
Never hope for anything.. just have faith
Un verso en comprension
Aprendi, que no todo es lo que uno cree
Mas, debe uno darse espacio para adquirir una contestacion
No falle en amar
No falle en tus cabellos cuidar
La bruma me confundio y nos robo el lugar
El escondite de otros escapar
Si lees esto, no olvides que fueron ellos y no yo
Si te acuerdas de la pared que puse
Ya el mal vi
y como el zorro lo marque y me fui
I lost meaning through & through
I lost it all…
Fighting so much for a dream
Struggling to achieve lifes biggest deceit
As a toddler born into a cage with a beast
What meaning holds to race? When your walking around street machines
If I need to keep alive
I must be a peasant or a king
Accepting the heat of each destiny
The remorse of deciding, choosing
While something lies dormant at my feet
Who am I? If to help, love, have fun
I need whatever these children find, to be or not to be
I die in my dreams
I lick the blood of ignorant beings
“I lost meaning” he said..
Alone I’ll drift away..
Seperate, to never be found, to never be loved
What is to have meaning?
To have control over the rain?
To kill a mans church or holy space?
To give or to take?
Tell me what is to have meaning…
I’ve seen you around the edges of the street
This obscure, mist of dark and deep
I’ve seen them call you, as their own name, as family
But, it feels like deceit
A viral disease tested to deep, to ink and paper
A writer fell from dusk and no sleep
Red iris, red lips, black hair
A song from the top to her tips..
Death come at me..
Dressed as a woman loving my sleep
Could I find, someone or a warm body to love?
I’m specially dressed for this
Black, red details to our kiss
Soft Jasmine resting at the beds white sheets
Death come as the wind, as the life in trees
Kiss me or best, please me
Disregard, but, the sound of my voice
I’ve seen them bloody, ignorant to where they’ll go
Labeled greed, to polish a personal goal
Death to you a flower, life to you my sword