hardest thing

difficult is not to catch something that is really hard to, but to let it go.

bee

hello there, little working bee,
we are busy today, aren't we?
so go on and on very busy bee,
and be the best bee you can be.

let words be the last resort

when in doubt, never produce words. for once you open your mouth there is no going back.

halloween

once upon a time,
there was a little boy,
his name was joe mcroy
and sang for a dime.

he lived in the cemetery,
ashes on the playground,
full of toys, lost and found,
but the night, truly scary.

a crush on betty harlington,
she lived in the grave to the right,
every night a star lights bright
for joe, the boy skeleton.

tonight they shed some tears,
another boy comes to play,
he approaches quietly to say
"don't hurt me, i'm all but fears."

a new soul in the underworld,
let them right through the door,
we will celebrate like before
the lives that have never been told.

be revealed that betty and joe
are the dreadful king and queen
of the land only the dead have seen,
where ultimately we all must go.

in this beautiful kingdom that we rest,
there used to be a kind prince,
but the colors have faded ever since
someone ripped the heart off his chest.

such dare in committing this deed,
the thought is shared around, "who?"
they accuse each other, "it was you!"
forgetting it is the time to bleed.

angels do not come in here,
they are all so silent again,
plotting against you, my friend,
growing in the seed of fear.

but not all is lost and gone,
for joe is here to protect,
if he dies, he can resurrect,
he'll make you feel you belong.

so stand up and wipe those eyes,
celebrate this one time dance,
don't worry, give it one chance,
you'll find it better than any skies.

dream

the longer your dream, the harder it is to wake up.
isn't it?

love her

when she enters your life,
love her.
when she smiles at you,
love her.
when she hugs you,
love her.
when she needs you,
love her.
when she's hurt,
love her.
when she's happy,
love her.
when she sleeps,
love her.
when she cries,
love her.
when she's gone,
love her.
when she returns,
love her.
when she's angry,
love her.
when she hurts you,
love her.
when she breaks your heart,
love her.
when she laughs at you,
love her.
when she lies to you,
love her.
when she cheats on you,
love her.
when her lover murders you,
love her and never stop.

invention

can we invent a start?
how can we invent a start if to start inventing it we already used our invention?

the last good man standing

how i long for freedom, dear lord.
will peace ever find it's way in?
such is the abundance of hypocrisy,
it's making me feel ill.
lies just spread so fast,
the elderly, the young, the stillborn.
how can the heart remain pure,
when it's beaten every day?
the lust conquers the world,
but a few remain still.
fools, they too will come around.
the demand for acceptance,
the need for entertainment and joy.
deceit exists to make it easy,
practical, smooth.
lets us destroy our brethren,
we'll celebrate and say grace.
open the graves, walk on the dead,
make them feel the cold step
of pish once more.
how i long to be freed,
have my heart removed,
there is no need for such a vile thing.

i am one of them

it's amazing the fact that you have absolutely no fuckin' idea, just how many people find you incredibly beautiful right now.

about the future

only one thing is certain about the future. we'll know more about it tomorrow.

visit me in black

to hold you so close,
so very near,
as if i had something to hide.
i don't mean to impose,
to you my dear,
so you'd take my side.

to crawl behind a door,
as a hideous outcast,
begging for some scattered pity.
i lay strengthless on the floor,
your first is my last,
come visit me pretty.

endless is the dream,
as is my sorrow,
like a straightforward shot to the head.
have no self esteem,
sleep through tomorrow,
lay your heart down, the love is dead.

i feel like a rapist,
a violent dictator,
with the will to subdue the weak.
your name in my list,
go on, do your labor,
repeat, repeat, repeat, you freak.

innocent little girl's eyes,
painted on your shell,
how far will grow that illusion?
say the truth so she cries,
there is no one to tell,
bruised skin bleeds confusion.

i believe this is for you,
smells like a surprise,
a beautiful black wedding dress.
i could ask who,
which wouldn't be nice,
two hearts alone are such a mess.

roses for the dead

i bring you roses for your dead,
because mine, i do not care.
i found angels crying on the other side,
they shed their tears for you.
what have you done, my child?
are those horrors forever banned?
let me tell you that i searched,
i called and found no god.
the beauty of life is simple,
we were left all alone on our own,
to make our destiny.
can we choose do be destroyed?
yes, we can.
the angels arrange the bed for the final sleep,
they carry you in their arms,
showing you the world one last time.
i bring you roses for the dead,
they are to be remembered.
time makes its efforts to erase them,
but we fight back with flashbacks.
on the turning away from this world,
we abandon pain and trouble,
come to terms with the demons inside.
as we reach the final destination,
the angels depart for others
and we can find ourselves all alone,
in the mist of the night.
here the weak and the strong unite,
they are one and only,
for one cannot do without the other.
i return my soul to my body,
bounding it in synchronization with my mind.
you still haven't answered my question,
what horrors did you do?

wordless

sometimes words are more than mere words.
other times, words are not quite words yet.
i prefer when there are no words at all.

i think and i do

sometimes i think,
other times i do.
i'd rather do before thinking,
but i should think before doing.
one who thinks too much,
doesn't do anything.
one that does too much,
doesn't think at all.
the one who does,
has a lot of regrets.
the one who thinks,
has a lot of regrets to regret.
sometimes you should think,
other times you must do.
whether you think or do
is totally up to you.
but when to choose between the two,
don't think of it,
just do.

to poet the poetry

i do not feel obliged to follow rules,
just because they were imposed by tradition.
i'd rather turn it into competition,
then i can reign over the petty fools.

poetry is but the language of the mind,
when it origins deep within the heart.
for the first word is only the hardest part,
reaching the last for the time to resign.

a poem is new, weather good or bad,
afraid one should not be to write the lines.
take care, because the art is fragile and declines
when you say what others already said.

only to you i devote every word i say,
unknowingly you're inspiring my day.

to love

we're encouraged to love.
but no one knows how to love,
how to not love,
specially how to not be loved.

ansiety

- i feel anxious.
- why?
- i'm dyin' to know what i feel anxious about!

one thing

if i could have but one thing,
would you please remove your clothing?
i'm just a poor old lonely man,
got one year left in my hand.

if i was still a young boy,
i'd only bring you tears of joy.
but the years have finally won the race
and you, my world, are a disgrace.

choose

be a friend
or be gone.
choose one,
and leave me alone.

this is the title

and this is the message.
it adds absolutely no knowledge or culture to mankind.
it doesn't mean anything.
it doesn't have a purpose.
it's plain stupid.
and it contains precisely fifty words, which could have had a better use.
it started with an 'a' and will end with a dot.

true death

true death comes to those who stop dreaming, not those for whom dreaming has stopped.

very little men stories

every now and then i see,

very little men behind me.

'what might you want' i do ask,

'we order you to perform a task!'

'i obey no will but my own!'

'do this and we'll leave you alone.'

reluctantly i answer 'okay.'

the bigger one goes on to say:

'we want you to reach for the sky.'

'it seems rather difficult', i reply.

'we will offer you flying wings.'

oh, they are quite peculiar beings!

'when i get there what should i do?'

'beat the beast that's bigger than you!'

'how can i if it's bigger than me?'

'it's only bigger depending on how you see,

use your wings to get our of reach!'

sure these men know how to teach.

high above the clouds i observe the beast,

seems to be preparing for a big feast.

i fly over it once or twice,

it doesn't seem to be very nice.

those men aren't easy to fright,

they said it attacks during the night.

i close the mighty wings behind by back,

like an eagle, a falcon, i ready an attack.

and just like that the beast is done,

but i wonder if it was the only one.

i hurry to tell the men,

they listen and they understand.

they leave and bury it in the past,

but forgetting is not so fast.

every now and then they came,

to remember the beast no one can tame.

the bigger ones used to say

'thank you' for what i did that day.

and so the story is told,

but the future is yet to unfold.

make a wish

i wish, i wish, i wish.
oh, how i wish i had a wish.
but if i had a wish,
i'd spend it on another wish.
because i can't think of a wish to wish,
i just wish another wish.

ode to nonsense

wings and strings
are the ingredients of kings.
dust and spice
make terrible ice.
mountain tops high
peep above from the sky.
who are you
and who am i?

treasure holds near
what used to give us fear.
island shuts down
and hides below the ground.
another city falls
striped down of its walls.
dear lonely princess
is my name on your calls?

baby sits still
as he has his own will.
workers go home
and have dinner all alone.
fat women dance
even they stand a chance.
but what if i
could have just one glance?

remember what to forget
forget what you regret.
i'll put on my new hat
take a good look at that.
lets take a dive in the sea
it's quite cold you see.
if i dare talk to you
would you kindly look at me?

my father's father

my father's father you're my friend,
though your life has found an end.
and if i find it hard to smile,
you'll always be there for a while.

said on the first day of school,
'don't worry boy, you are cool'.
and that i had grown up to be,
the kind of man you wished to see.

when i headed for the war,
i knew that i'd be back for sure,
because grandpa taught me to fight
and always to do what's right.

speaking the words that no one hears,
sends away all of the sadness and fears.
and even though we are far apart,
you'll never leave here from my heart.

when i headed for romance,
i knew i always stood a chance,
because grandpa told me the plan
of how to be a gentleman.

so now please tell me the truth,
was it all just a dream of youth?
i really wanted to change the world,
but then i too became tired and old.

now i stumble upon the death,
i know i can't survive it's cold breath.
still grandpa told me not to cry,
because it's never really goodbye.