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…



You were my portrait

You are my end

To find drops of beauty

Will be my requiem

After the ages of listening to a song

Where are you? My distant singer

My drop of stars

Someday I’ll fly like the wind

Someday you’ll be that resting dream

I heard they know about us

You and me

If you don’t mind, sing

For us to feel what is to be free

Open sky bless again this ever dream

Of finding a friend, of finding rest in sleep

Darken me! holy is to much

Cry alone, until we meet

I’m alive thanks to this

To you my last torn page

My ever ending bliss

What’s family? If not this

Ever patient, ever mist

Would I be a Wolf or a beat or a kid?

A dumb dead man

Or one swinging (dancing) for a kiss

You! Won’t forget

The days we harshly met

The mist along a presence

With the taste of someones death

How did we manage to survive

You and me…

You being so high and me resting as low as I could be

Managing time to regenerate

The scars given from a convulsing fleet

Give me rank, give me sea

So this snap of fingers plays for keeps

Through good and bad

Through love or speed

Through tough or sad

Through stale or wind that’s free

I’m alive and I will be…


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…


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.







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…


I don’t need so much attention

Loss prevention

As if I were weak and needed help

From my own thoughts

Why would you try to heal me and place me in detention

Im very aware of the back of my head

I will not safe guard these altered thoughts

Wonder, travel so you’ll feel free again

Stop smack talking to my fucking personal space

About my own actions and mistakes

I don’t need you all as earrings

Im one I’ll say again…

How is it you add me to your crew?

Theres personal space even in the mind

I wont let you change what I experiment of my own space and time

Thinking that you leaving, so dark and blue

I know wit, so malice the fuck away…

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..


Follow me through the abyss

I will not let them steal your light

Thus, light is even in darkness as one

Come, theres silence through the cracks

We will see how flowers grow

Even though there’s only sand


I will not let them steal your light

I’m your friend till tomorrow

Let this day be eternal in no time…

No sorrow, no hours

Dancing with wolves around a bumfire

Sleeping a goodnight

Around tree bark and little lights, that fly naturally with sparkle

I’m your friend till tomorrow

A day that only comes from light

A night that for some means heaven

This moment has already begun!


Let this piece of life meet death with love and if needed might

Thanks for the glimmer that gave me the courage

To leave, to fly

I’m a man, thanks to my mother

Now hold my hand

 From this abyss we shall levitate until the stars meet our hands

Until your smile conquers my sad…

I’m abandoned by some

Betrayed for paper, betrayed for blurred rock

I lived as a beggar

A man that only felt the need to love

Mother!..  Thanks

Now come

I will not let them steal your light

Through the abyss

Through hell

Even in heaven i’ll hold on

To not forget..

The bad in the good


The good in the bad

Thank you mother for the crystals  which shinned that night…

Poems in the Sea (book)

As mentioned guys, I finally compiled every poetry I’ve made onto one book.  It wasn’t a bad idea to do individual volumes to it, but, I felt it was more simple to just make one book.  Poems in the Sea, it’s about my adventures through out life.

You can find it under these links…

Website link

Facebook link

Thanks for the support