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…

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Thanks for the support


Here I lie forgotten, deep in the abyss of memories

Sorrow fills my corners, my senses

After a while he lets me know he loves me

Like a fallen star I still light for loving

I have no words to express the hard experiences

The downs, the ups or the epiphanies

All I know is holding up high levels of faith

Showed me glimmers of empty

This I don’t expect to be remembered

Yet, If someone is there…

Tell a story of Life and Death without remorse

Cross the bridges, for the smiles of the innocent

There are no beggars around

When all is one

When all is dust in the wind

Ashes that fake only their escape, to unstable emotions

Thats why I’m forgotten

Left to be and to die

Some day I’ll meet 1000 friends, sleeping comfortable as one that night

Some day I won’t be forgotten, Like Hero’s or Legends

That for our well being gave what made them feel alive

It’s easy when you have that which you seek

What was his name?

I only remember the way his hair flowed with the breeze

How he smiled at a glance

How he said nothing , When someone was pouring lights into his hands

I just remember he never said too much

I just remembered he cried with me that night

So quick to ignite a fire and not run

I guess his 1000 friends will hold him close to their heart

I guess it was never of him to be part of that lonely cross







What makes be you?  Is there something specific about you that holds your spirit.  Family, friends, experiences or just a memory.  Say it…  Is there something that frees your mind from yourself… or even added weight. There so much to say about who we are, yet we forget the little details that made us who we are.  Is your past , is your future and mostly what you do in your present what makes you…you.

I feel inspired in remembering what gave me the scars I bear.  The spaces that are filled when I try to forget.  Is there anything I’m forgetting?  Sometimes I ask myself what am I leaving behind that makes a hole in myself.  As hard as it is living.. these scars is what makes you have the strength to keep going and expect what you need.    I have faith in all,  I expect nothing because people have the same confusions and this inner search of who is who.  Who is going to help me if the have there own needs to cover or even there own self to find.

Just like life is hard, death too.  If you have nothing to remember when you leave, you leave as a blank page, forgetting what made you feel and grow.  I’m not gonna say it’s easy, but letting your own story fade just beacause you think the wave is stronger than you. I think thats not really you thinking.

Remember always even though is hard.  Work your way through your own thoughts and mysteries and you will find more than just a car, more than just a blown dream. You will find your own peace and self.  Say fuck the world for once in your life.  Stand up for your own feelings and feel.  If you think this by forgetting will change.  It won’t.. death will always help you remember what you left behind..



Never put your hurt on anyone


What is empathy?  Space given to another, understanding or even love without condescension.  We all have incidents and situations in us.  There is no need to hide it or fake it.  What you could express in sincerity, others hide and use as benefit in this system.  If you have stress, need counseling, have done stuff your not proud off or took as experience.  People will make a fucking drama out of it.

There is no need to hide it, there is no need to conceal what makes you feel bad.  Me I need therapy.  Coming from Puerto Rico, sometimes I have this red psyche that I need to level somehow.  The thing is I learned we only heal when we accept there is more to life than just us, when we accept what there’s to fix.  Opening our hearts with spiritual guides or even cool people along the way, is a common need.  It just happens.

We can’t fully heal by our own will, this will give you a sense of ego in between your emotions.  Are you alone in this world?  No.  You live among 7 billion other people, which share the need of an ear, a shoulder, a rock to lean on, a friend.  So, we need to step it up and not judge.  Letting go of this behemoth is the only thing that can save this race from blowing shit up.  From forgetting, that we all are exposed to the same environment and we can have the need to express ourselves or the need for therapy.  Does that make sense?

In conclusion there are no real problems if we are one and search for our inner peace.  There will be only solutions, strength, promise and most of all scars to laid to rest.