Am I empty? Am I wrong?

What could move a man to move along?

To be sincere Im not a writer

Im just trying to say something for my own behalf

To not have it deep within

To feel better with myself and not depressed or sad

Im not entwined with loneliness

Let alone strangely heartbroken

This that I feel takes me to believe that I can

That I would enjoy seeing a difference

Sometimes I feel like being alone will solve everything

Yet, It doesn’t

I could infer my will is asking for something greater

A distant gust of freedom or

Maybe the distance that proves freedom

What could I need?

To rest on a cloud…



Me encuentro en un desorden

Poco normal a mis frecuentes ambitos

Algo quizas paranormal o espiritual

Siento flechas saliendo de mi espalda

Pero, como siento que llegan mas?

Quien fui yo, para tener este color?

Quizas fue el exceso de dolor…

Aun asi, porque me encuentro falto de calor?

Suelto, encontrando en mi corazon

Encerronas a un espiritu nuevo

O un desahogo al dolor

Quien creyo que me marco?

Donde se encuentra aquel hombre,

que ante mi se creyo Dios?

Siento que es mejor no juzgar

A pesar, que siento lastimado mi coraje

Sin tener consuelo o con quien mis lagrimas pueda derramar

Mil traiciones yo pase

Entre personas faltas de un milagro

No creo en religion, por eso pecados

En mi no ven un beso o un regalo

Siempre sere yo

A pesar de que un titiritero

Quiera darme un traje expirado

No niego ahora soy arquero

De un lobo buscando compañia

Soy mejor, ya sali del pozo

Donde fui echado a ser un ladrillo de acero

Ahora no tengo peros, fui hasta mozo

Siento un huracan como hermoso

No hare promesas, asi vivire…


So much thunder over a woman

That lies between men and sunder

Her instincts with colors that arent blooming

She for me is the one

But none will walk past this brilliant sun

As if they were at a distance soothing

Why they ask I wont approach?
Im not your pet, nor your gold

Now sleep between your ohms and bottles

You wreck, you slut

You thunder


And I lead them to you, directly there

Blasphemy I saw In spite of the smell

The smell of lust

Quakes of a broken friendship

A fight turned to dust

More the breaking of gusts

I almost concurred on the same habit of rusted love

She said thats why you hate him

And he acknowledged with a nod

I saw

I felt

I heard your screams while you melted

Your friends pelt

He said thats why you hate him

And he neglected with a no

So we found you buried deep

Under the jeep

Trying to relax while your friend

Down there now sleeps

Distant friend in the mist

Now your free

A ti

Para ti..

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

Se cayo…

Se feliz…

Ya el mal vi

y como el zorro lo marque y me fui

A ti..


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 entertain?

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…

Till then..


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


I’ve been signing a lonely song

A tempest has grown strong

Unveiling my awareness

Meanwhile I dream of you, senseless

Made stone from glimmers of the truth

How beautiful can it be?

Outside these places forged in my mind

Like a blacksmith i’ll bend it for me, like time

I found a coat in the mist of snow

Whispering ‘to places you’ll go

Outside of labels, outside of torture

Love will grow

Spirit drops in the form of wind

Like water blessing a heart alone

Trust me, if death sees you to the bone

Light, fire and might

I’ll use to pierce and mold heaven tonight

3 meters above my feet i’ll carve

Under the stars, under the beams of sound

A sea of a better past or tomorrow

Drown with me! Until the feathers cry tears

Let this ship be guided by a moon shedding leer

Let it be forever night if the sun is to be feared

Rival, there’s pages to survival

Equity to sound baby pacifiers

There’s no need for mixed intentions

Amongst simple cables, simple routers

Tonight i”ll let a flag turn black and ship me far

Good night, sleep sound