La Mentira

El psique siempre reconoce “el momento”, el exacto fragmento de tiempo en que algo cambia en el sistema. Cambios. Momentos. Y el único prerrequisito: reconocimiento.

Reconocimiento de aquella fracción de segundo en que la fe por otro se humano desapareció de la conciencia, huyo, dejo de existir, para nunca mas regresar.

Aunque la existencia de esa entidad es la perspectiva constructiva del humano, tal vez, nunca existió, tal vez fue una simple “construcción” del psique, una ilusión que tenia que morir en ese preciso fragmento de tiempo para poder sobrevivir. Aquellos “constructivistas” enlazados, destinados, conectados, unidos a definir este axioma como “cinismo”, siempre serán los lógicos, porque es lógico actuar por temor, horror, miedo de que la burbuja perfecta que han creado y llamado “mundo” se fracture, con el precioso y puntiagudo alfiler de la de verdad, y detallando el trasfondo, ¿Cuál es la verdad? , aguda tal como es, no existe la confianza en otro ser, solo la ilusión, de que existe esa entidad, sentimiento, conciencia, o razón de actuar en el ser. Es lo que mi ser llama: mentiras necesarias, necesarias, requeridas y precisas, para vivir dentro de la burbuja, para vivir la mentira.

Waiting For You

Nothing is as it should be.

Nothing will ever be as it should be.

And what is the “should” version of reality?

Had things ever been as they should?

No. Our ideal version of reality is nothing more than an illusion.

The definition of perfect could, can or will be applied to the real form of things.

The world will never be ideal nor perfect, only real.

I will open my eyes to reality, so I can stop suffering for a dream that will never come true, for a reality that will never be seen by my eyes.

 My life is just a dream. The rest will be twilight. How ungracious twilight the one I’m now breathing in. God help me, for I can’t do it alone, I cannot convert this twilight into my dream alone. Something is missing. I feel numb. What a magnificent gray area my life has become.

Oh hope, will you ever come back to me? Oh love, will you bring back the colours of the dream I’ve long to live for what it feels centuries? I shall wait for you. And that is all I should do. And to be a lover is all I should be. And to become yours is the candle that leads my way to find you, for  my version of life wont be  an illusion the day I shall come to meet your grace. So this is for you, my unknown love, I am waiting for you.

Senseless

Lover’s description

Heartache’s prescription

Endless towers, breathless hours

Let me see you in amazed, bewildered

Let me through…yourself

Years,

Weeks,

Days………time is countless

Love,

Aches,

Tears………..also countless

Can you…

Would you…

Could you…

Will you….give me one love in this continuous space and time?

                        

                          My eyes will be blind to it, but my hands will

                         Read it easily. Possible means everything.

The Unbearable Truth

Her heart stopped beating

Her soul stopped breathing

But I’m keen to wonder, did her heart really ever beat? Did her soul truly ever breath?

Did she actually live?

Lies lie protectively guarding a mountain of old well kept secrets. Secrets that are best not to revealed. Secrets that killed her. Really, truly killed her.

I must reckon life is full of secrets, but not one like this, not one like this.

Secret? What secret? She denied herself. She denied her truth.

She denied her life, she couldn’t bear to live it, so she denied it, she dreaded so terribly.

So she went on, denying.

She never knew, oh she never knew, the moment she denied it, was the moment she started to die. Her mind was unable to hold the horror of her secret.

It was a downcast.

How sad. It is sad. It was sad. If only she would have grown the strength, the power, then maybe she could have borne to live it; she could have loved to live it.

But in stead of unimaginable joy, she found death, lonely, cold, ungracious death.

I still pray for her. I still remember her.

I still hear the sound of my own voice, “Don’t”. How useless it was, she had made her choice, she decided, she chose.

I still hear the sound of her voice, “I can’t”. She probably couldn’t. But then again, all we are left is doubt, the most alarming ‘ what if’ I’ve ever had the misfortune to encounter.

Two souls found an inevitable death that night. Two souls died with her that night.

She would have been so beautiful. So small. So pure. Not anymore.

Her heart was beating.

Her soul was breathing.

But her eyes never got the blessing of being open.

Sad it is. Truly sad.

Unique Reality

She saw hunger where others saw satiety.
She sought love where others sought hate.
She touched warmth where others touched anxiety.
She felt hope where others felt despair.
Priceless games
Restless hearts
Treasureless lands
The detphs of her psique.
and you?
What secrets live in your guarded mind?
Are you a brand? or one of a kind?
He saw terror where she saw happiness
He sought power where she sought peace
He touched cold where she touched tenderness
He felt trimmed where she felt complete.
Everless reason
Senseless seasons
The bottom of his hollowed heart.
Not ever two souls were most distant to be twined.
In a midnight summer’s dream love happens in a glance.
So this is their reality, unlikely as it is, unbelievable, and madly unique.

Sueños Surreales

Surreal Dreams (One Shot)


Soñe con un tu en trescientas vidas, 
en las trescientas te conoci y sin dudas te ame. 


En las trescientas me ofreciste tu alma y sin arrepentimientos la tome.


Y ahora daria lo que fuera si tan solo en la trescientas y una me dijeras  "yo tambien te soñe".

Vendetta's Reing

Vendetta's Reing

(an old one captured by hatred jaja)

Does anyone know the truth behind the veil?

Does anyone sense the lies that lie under his skin?

Does anyone hear treachury everytime he speaks ?

I do....

I do know, sense and hear every con he builds with his lips

And i do know what it feels....the treason.

Silenced in the middle of the night, wide awake my senses are, searching traces of the con deep into his voice.

Fool me twice...shame on me. Not anymore my friend. This will end.

Because I'm composing my latest piece: Vendetta.


Bittersweet Vendetta, anguishing Vendetta, and agonizing...for you.

Justices is only a few miles away, for my torment shall pass right by me, and come for you.

Lovely destiny who catched this twisted end upon me.
Enchanting path who led you right into my trap.
Wonderful.
Malice vasel isn't so ludacris, after all your life is  bathed in it.
And now mine is about to rise. Vendetta's engine empowering every step of the climb.
And I'm alive just one more time.

Does anyone know the truth behind my veil?

Does anyone sense the lie under my skin?

Does anyone hear the treachury everytime i speak?

I do, I do know, sense and hear every con I build my lips.

Because I cannot fool my own heart.

Vendetta just left a wider gap, a wider range for broken pieces to lie.

I am still and unmistekaly torn to the core of my heart.

One Sweet Love

One sweet love
(Beautiful, one of my fav's/old one)

Time will me make come around

Universes fill with mystery

Names unnamed call my name

Infinite words

Infinite hands I wish I could touch

Infinite night, my life is.

My life is waiting for you while I breathe by the window, whispering to the rain as it brings my heart’s desires.

I unfold my eyes and let you in, through to me.

Now you live in me.

Love.

Joy is not a word anymore.

Gates have opened now.

Love.

Have I already tasted my piece of one sweet love?

Waiting no more.

One sweet love.

I’m not sorry to say that my universe is no longer a mystery to me, I’m yours.

One sweet love.

You are here with me. A voice imprinted on my psyche. I hope that there is a you. 

Desperate Song

Desperate Song

(really old one)

Chrystal clear

Chrystal shades

Loveless glass, see-through no more my heart has become.

Tainted wisdom

Revealed vision

Revealed pattern

It’s just another ladder

Climb it must I

For reason I’m  keen to find.

These proses mean nothing

Just rhymes lacking true spirit.

A black hole has chosen me.

A super massive black hole has captured me.

My spirit has blackened, now I’m just words.

Words

Words

Words

Words.  restlessly searching their true master.

Twirling around on a lifeless corner of the universe my love is . So very far away from me.

Random Mischevious Encounters

One of my fav's!


RANDOM MISCHEVIOUS ENCOUNTERS

Forbidden glances

Illegal pleasures

Gratifying moments

Our eyes lock together in one impervious hold

And I am bewildered by you.

Forbidden words

Illegal pleasures

Compelling my every thought to detail the chords of your voice

Forcing my every sense to believe there’s only your voice to listen

Designing the perfect surroundings for me to be enchanted by you.

And I am captivated by you.

Forbidden friction

Illegal pleasures

Tensions building up in the clear air, caused by the already existing ban

Daggers wouldn’t dare piercing through it.

I wouldn’t dare speak a breath to penetrate it.

Just strain movements, making me sigh, making me desire you.

And I am allured by you.

Thus, there’s nothing I long more than a random mischievous encounter with you.

Falling down the rabbit hole, yes i am

Falling down the rabbit hole

Trading all fear for fate

Falling where there’s no life or hope

Creating a hundred adventures in my head

Gonna call home

Gonna come for you, wonderland

Wonderland, where have you been?

Magic land, what kept you away from me?

I started breathing again

Walking down your roads

Discovering your lonely oaks

Praying god will let me make my way through you invincible core.

Falling down the rabbit hole

Taking with me my every thought

Feeling nothing else but the rush of the fall

Happiness has come to take me after all.

What a wonderful godly rush

If you’re with me, there’s nothing else but the sky above

Reach me through the heart

A well kept ocean of a thousand sentiments waiting for the fall to stop.

Falling down, falling down

Dreaming on, dreaming on

I guess happiness is yet to be lost after all.

Bottling Love

Hello readers/stalkers! =) This is an old one, enjoy!

Could you bottle up love for me?

I want to bottle up love.

I cannot understand free love.

Love bottle, small poison

A small potion, frees me.

Girls!

Scream!

Love is free to poison us all!

Someone please bottle up love….for me.

I don’t want to feel love.

Sentiments swimming free in the air just for me to breathe them. A, am7

Predilections exhaling from my warm body, heart and soul.

I’m poisoned.

I’m stunned.

Bottle up a cure for me.

Flowers are blooming cures.

Embrace.

Embrace bottle.

Girls!

Sigh!

Embrace love.

Scowls are floating, expressing displeasures.

Grins are followed. Kisses are collapsing.

I’m in love

Average, Common, Normal: What Does That Mean?

Life on mars, how strange for it to be so natural, how unnatural is for me to be so normal; things I could never be, or see, or live, or feel. I cannot feel normal, I cannot be normal, how could anyone live normal? If such a thing exists. Things beyond my comprehension. To learn is the way of living for those who are trying to move forward and succeeding at it.

My behold, my wish, and a shooting star

                                                                                    You could be anywhere

                                                                                    Right next to me

You could be anywhere

Far across the sea

I could be yours

If your hand I would touch

You could be mine

If my eyes lock your eyes

But where is the wagon going?

Where is the right road?

Where are you?

You can be anyone

My best friend here

You can be anyone

The hardest enemy.

We can be together

If only we knew

We can be lovers

If only we grew

The highest cloud

The smallest hive

The grand bright sun and his mistress the alluring silver skin moon

All witnesses of my behold, my wish and a shooting star.

How I wish you where here.