Life

I thought it was enough. Coping with a mended heart. Every step it’s a choice and it shows your path. Step by step you keep on walking; you stop, the road is cut. I dreamed with music and colors, had nightmeares that made me cry. I saw myself in love, brave and strong never to fear again. I trust no more and love no less. I made my choices, it’s me I blame. Lost are the dreams of days to come. I walk, I sit, well nothing changed. So hard to handle a complex mind, so pointless fighting a broken heart. In your words is your story, in your thoughts your true self.

Untouchable

They come in pieces and in feathers they’re gone

Untouched

Smiles on shattered glasses, no face to hold

Untouchable

You’re here and gone, am I real or a thought?

Maybe just the smallest dream of God

A little song a bird likes to give to the world.

Untouchable is the wind as my restless soul.

Lost

We’re lost, we’re distant. We talk of nothings and life, we fight the beast of changes and daily rewind. Always a struggle, always behind. I need so much, you won’t try. I know, you know. We’ll keep on pretending is fine. If you want me, you’ve got to seduce me. You won’t even try. Bored I can deal with: it’s fine. I need no problems (no more), but please, I’m burning inside! you’re freezing my heart, flesh and soul. Such a crime!

The podium deasese

When did we loose the ability to empathize? Somewhere, along the line, we understood that freedom of speech meant we’re entitled to be our best judgemental assholes selves. That has to change. You don’t right a wrong with nastiness. Self-centerd people are always ready to point fingers. It’s sickening the way we trait each other. We all speak from a podium of ignorance, pretending understanding for ourselves. Giving back nothing ’cause we always have bigger issues to solve. Kindness comes from the best place. Filtered words are not lies, it’s a considerate way to not hurt others feelings. Always the truth, always compassion and a gentle heart.

The embrace

I crave a tight embrace as much as I hate it. It’s so powerful it should mean good feelings. It’s a “welcome home”. It’s “I’ve got your back”. It’s “I feel for you”. It’s “I’ll make it better”. It should never be forced. It’s not righting wrongs. I’m a special place myself as you are. Let’s celebrate with big hugs that are good for the heart. Otherwise, step back. And keep your mask.

Next time, next life

Next time. It will be next time. When I’ll be stronger, better settled. Next time, next life. I’ll be my person, I’ll make my own rules. I’ll be fierce, proud and whole. I’ll count my wins and losses and never I’ll drown. My mind will be my fortress. Next time, next life. I’ll make mistakes to wear and show. I’ll be so good to myself. Next time, next life.

Spring

The sun is blinding hot. I stand absorbing its warming embrace. I treasure the rising nature, spring it’s everywhere. No need for human interference. We’re safe inside and the World is coming alive.

Memories blanket

The soft embrace of your childhood memories, still can take you there. It’s a smell, a voice, your carefree gaze. I lost the dreams, the nightmares as well. It’s a sleepless night sometimes. Day by day. Between a laugh and a cry. I cover in those memories from time to time, the warm blanket for a loving goodnight.

Pledge of love

Don’t you worry. When you’ll face the harsh and tough, I’ll be there. When you fight with your fears, scared to your bones, your hand in mine. I’ll be there to dry your tears and make you smile. I’ll hold you tight when you’re cold inside. I see your scars and the healing you had to survive. I’ll be there when you’ll be losing faith. I’ll show you the bright colors you put in my eyes. I’ll be there to love you, body and soul. May the world be blind to our struggles, I’ll be there because you’re mine.

The time has come (to understand)

There are times when the picture is clear. Frozen in place, standing we can see, all the dirt, the falling dust that covers the lies. We were busy, occupied, we couldn’t bother to fight. There were too many shiny things to reach. Doesn’t matter the lost, the poor, the oppressed, ’till we escape that fate, we’re secure. So, the power was there to keep into greasy hands, to share between themselves. We were busy worrying ’till the grave. Paying overwhelming taxes, caressing empty things, distancing from feelings. We lost the power to criticize and act. Now, we face the consequence. The world in greedy hands, our safety at stake. How does it feel? Those shiny things, so empty and useless. We’re under a pacific tyranny. How does it sound? Take this time to understand.