"They won't see, the fire you have lit inside of me. They look up, to the sky and wonder where you might be. They look up, without realizing they're standing in the palm of your land. I can't explain or understand. I just love you..."

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I'm just a guy, Searching for love...

Monday, November 26, 2007

Restless

The night has become longer than expected. Chills start going down my spine.
Voices tell me to go for it. The thing is I don't know what they're talking about.
It's like something I'm supposed to do but what is it? Is this a demon? Or is this
an angel? But what am I to do? I this a relentless feeling I must coexist with?
What am I to do but sit in silence. Listening to the whispers of some creature from
within that searches for me to do something I must know, but the fact is that I don't.
Am I going crazy without knowing it? Or am I just desperate because me silence has
turn to laughter. Echoes return from silence to hurt me. Like bats in the light, the only
things I see are dark shadows. Small and peculiar, but purple? the horizon has turn
green. This is not my home anymore? This is demencia. Carpe Diem? For what living life
to the fulllest is like sinning to hide guilt of sinning. What has become of me? Do I not recognize
the scent of my ashes. Sulfer from the groung below me smells like caramel. But with an
unrecognizable taste. I am restless I am lost see you when you get here. I'll be in you're thoughts...

Monday, November 19, 2007

Es Asi...

Es asi como el poeta termina su carrera.
Ahorcandose porque por fin entiende su amor?
O es acaso penetrando su costado con un cuchillo por su decepcion?
No!
Es tan solo llorando sus penas y males en una casa solitaria.
Es solo enterrandose bajo la tierra de su propia asquerosidad.
Es tan solo como el encuentra a ese ser perdido ya.
En la tumba del poeta dirá,

"Es aqui enterrado el que solo
fue amado por Dios, y que con
sus palabras enamoro hasta la
más callada, y la hizo hablar"

Porque en el hubo poder de lo alto.
Pero nunca lo supo entender para usarlo.

Nunca entenderan lo que el pensaba cuando el miraba a lo lejos.
Nunca acabaran de leer sus poemas sin quedarse en completo silencio.
Pues es asi como el lo queria.
Asi de que cuando dijeran esto es asi?
El dijese, "Si tu lo dices?"
Pues no hay solo un mensaje en sus labios.
Sino miles,
Miles de palabras que urgen salir
Y con dos minutos del dia te ha conquistado.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

no quisiera

No quisiera ser como el agua
que fluye a todos sitios y nunca descansar
No quisiera ser como la grama
que crecer y asciende pero para ningun lado va.
No soy lo que quisiera ser,
Solo soy la percepcion de algo que tal vez esta bien.

Hard To

It's hard to say I'm Sorry
It's hard to say I'm Hurt
It's getting harder to say
I might not be there,
When you feel all alone.
Iw ish I could see more of you,
Though I hardly see you at all.
I wish I knew what to say,
To not keep in silence alone.
Hard to breathe,
Hard to keep up,
I can't keep acting,
like there's nothing at all.
Boredom,
Freedom,
Silence,
Pain,
Jealously,
Hurt...




this is just random
not for NYONE