What is a man without his own story?

What is a story without a past?

I feel you like taking the best of who I am…

If you were who you say you are

You would only be jealous of your own past

 If you yearn to change something so much

Don’t forget you to those methods will succumb

I bet you don’t like what is like to have story

I bet is only to your eyes great

That past now buried so deep, you don’t care about memories

What is a man without his own story?

I’ll tell you what he is…

He is the concubine of a woman

The vase of a womans consciousness or deceit

I hate the fact you don’t respect my will

My trials of separation

My way of giving and taking without hurting what is real

My story will be mine until the end you son of a bitch

Why would I pretend for your lame ass

This will be my only jealousy

To protect my own story and remember how it all began

Does this bring an answer?

Or feel imposed to find scars on a path

You are not the voice that ticks within

Can’t you see I’m doing this:

To feel alive

To not follow

To be witty

To have a better tomorrow

This I will not forget again..





What is currently holding me back? Could it be the spiritual? Could it be the mental?  Maybe a distant power that succumbs to my reputation or maybe just something I’m not addressing like I should.  This feels so awkward and as something I can’t change for myself.  What is the meaning of personal space, if I feel like I’m being exhausted of my own.  What is this bullshit?

There’s been some many people that believe I favor them or even that I had the utmost pleasure in seeing them do their thing.  I don’t have a boss you know.  It takes my personal space to oblivion.  Plus, people that don’t love you will always take the best of you or play with your worst.  Are you understanding what I mean?  So the real question is, what the fuck is happening in my present that my mental state and spiritual feels contaminated by something?

I know some people overthink me sometimes, just because they never had the chance of hurting me like they wanted.  I’m an Ace bro, I won’t take any shit from anyone.  Imagine being against the sword and the stone all your life.  Fighting for your personal space even in your sleep.  If you have any belief in life, you could tell the difference between right from wrong or even Shepard to sheep.

I really expect this to end.  This, I’m your god bullshit.  For those that don’t understand the last statement.   Some times the mental state can be tricky and it could influence as any other drug.  In addition,  people could try to be your conscience and some even break their bones trying.  So, I don’t know what’s currently happening in my atmosphere.  But, I’m pretty sure it’s not me.

So people, this is why I’m selecting to be alone.  To wander and not feel any attachment to those who think of me to lightly.  Even the women try to under mind you with some manipulative bullshit and since I don’t plan on going deep in you.  I’m going to mind my own space.

I mean, what the fuck is happening with personal space?


New experience

Today for the first time I smile and feel light. Due to what I asked. As if, someone loved me with that fear of hurting me. As if, I had someone to look forward too. I don’t know how love should feel, but it hit that spot.

I’m glad I experienced this, plus separated myself from a past burden.

Thank you

Whoever you were…

When help is needed

When do we really need help? Help is something that has many meanings and is part of a common virtue. This virtue is empathy and love. Recognizing that, only a few can acknowledge and do.

We all need help, but, is commonly in different aspects in life. So, how do we start? When does it start? Only some will feel this as real.. This giving of opportunity, as, if they could at that moment do it. Not the pushy help, that takes part in hipocrite ways.

Me, personally can’t give that much help if always alone or in need of it. It would be wrong of me to be a giver. I can only give, when I have something to give. Right now, im one and only one. No friends, no close brothers or father to son relationship and I feel the need of help.

I would want to love too.. loving someone, loving even love. I haven’t experienced this and feel lonely. So, from my perspective, love could be a friend or girl-friend. Maybe, even money to be freed from debt and stress.

Its like any opportunity. You’ll part from a common denominator. Love and empathy. I dream of this you know. Loneliness could really take part of the bliss of being alive.

So, when do we really need help? Or from who? Me personally, like the idea of opportunity and love. Something real…


Whats is our real strength?

Between troubles and reactions..

Conversations and interactions…

Maybe, even the disturbing idea of rounding to someones intentions..

Justifying truth, while to a voice not reacting

This is strength today…

Holding the tongue, avoiding reactions to certain conversations

Limiting the void of sparks and flowing with the peace, holding our own makes..

We make peace happen, we find it..

This is strength today, making peace..

Through out our conversations and interactions..

The justification of our personal voice..

Im here, but, I don’t need to overwhelm you in the meanwhile..

And in the meanwhile, you space out..

Fleeing from a blessing or solution..

From this strength and conciousness..

From a better understanding of the in and out of ones-self..

Where are you? If not here..

Bless yourself to a non reacting conversation and see peace happen, with your own eyes..

Being in selflessness through it, being there..

What is real strenght? If not holding the tongue…


Vivo hoy a medias. Todo se esfumo encontre mi separacion de esta ignorancia tan cercana. Ya cumpli con conocer exactamente que es el problema y/o las causas. Nesecito encontrarme contigo en algun momento. Fuera de todo he podido percivir el porque no tener miedo, ante esto.

Soy agradecido, ahora solo constan las horas a este momento nuestro ser. El tiempo no fue en vano.

Te espero y sin ningun tipo de ajoro u problema, por favor contactame.


Michael E. Candelas Jorge

Dance With The Dead – The Shape


Sup peeps.. Lately I’ve been fixing some songs as deleting them.  Destiny and Gust Of Wind are out.  You can check them through the site or soundcloud.

Thx for the support.


You were to young to understand.. How deep a song is in a man.. How I’m so different from them all.. Even though we are all particles of sand.. Conquered my senses through enchantments you did.  I was not a present, only an iceberg and it’s tip.  I will not be sorry for my leave. Let alone die in my heart for what you believe.  I’m a soul, i’m the pleasure, i’m the mist between the trees.

To say truth, I miss you too.  The colors that lit up down this iceberg, were meant for you..

Free photo NYC

Walking down 14st Manhattan, I found this gentleman taking pictures.  He had a Free photo sign next to his gear.  After a few minutes of shoot and 1 day of wait time, I receive this from him.  Pretty cool snap..

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