Be(Eats)

Sometimes it feels like
I gotta keep hope,
Sometimes its clear that
I better freeze cold.
Some days one feels like
Am victim of them
Sometimes its me,
Who did not do fair…

And none of that matters cuz
Doesn’t really matter who’s right or wrong
Its pointless to keep seeking
Who digged out this hole
There is no resurrection
Finding who killed love
My heart cant jus keep bleeding,
For its dry and frown.

Some day, any how,
Am going to find the missing piece,
To solve the blues,
It might not be the one I think

Life’s secuences of curse and bliss,
Of highs and lows, eternal risks,
Is there a sense on live to tell?
When there is no one that gives a damn?

As the days do go by
And our latest goodbye
Gets to heights and start flying…
Part of me wonders why,
Did not work on this time,
Can’t conceive what is happening…

Sometimes it feels like
Its quite my fault,
Sometimes its clear that
You caused it all
Some days one feels like
We both go wrong,
There are also flavors,
When guilt is gone…

And none of that matters cuz
Doesn’t really matter who’s right or wrong
Its pointless to keep seeking
Who digged out this hole
There is no resurrection
Finding who killed love
My heart cant jus keep bleeding,
For its dry and frown.

As the nights do go by
And my pillow’s stands by
How does a human cope with solitude?
When you give all then
You loose it all then,
How much can one bear whistling this looser tune?

And none of that matters cuz
Doesn’t really matter who’s right or wrong
Its pointless to keep seeking
Who digged out this hole
There is no resurrection
Finding who killed love
My heart cant jus keep bleeding,
For its dry and frown.
But it’s never been killed
It beats hard and strong.

Hug

Drop the counseling words
Quit the advices that work
4 Eye’ve tried everythin’,
N’ my soul’s still in weep

All need is 2…

Smoke the pipe of the peace
With some1 willing 2
But if U seek for calm,
So U never had war…

Who’s goin’smoke it with?

It already begun,
Like an illness inside
My death process is on,
Eye can’t grasp the thing off

Who’s going bury me?

N’ life has lead me 2 the point of understand
That some of us can’t have the + of company…
Sometimes Eye feel like tradin’ the wisdom that Eye had
4 some1 there, who could understand, the twistedness on mine

Drop the depths, and the thoughts
Eye don’t think Eye need words
4 Eye’ve tried everythin’
N’ am asking just 1 thin’

All Eye need is a Hug

Maze

And its all a word maze.
One day you feel Mister Hability
Next day you go miserability
One day you feel you claim “Am big with it”
Next day you spell it reads ambiguity.
And its all a word maze.
One day you bathe feeling baptized
Next day my  blood’s feeding bats: I’m
One day I feel I’d finish it
Next time I feel Diminishing
And its all a word maze.
You and I are far away,
Like the east from the west,
You and I are for a way
Like the beast? Or the best?
And its all a word maze.
It ain’t we’re distinct.
It’s that we’re distant
And its all a word maze.

Enter

I won’t need anymore
Call your attention or bliss
And this time I won’t keep
Not any trace of hope
Not any hint of light
Or any flame that flicks
This time I’ll keep my word
Won’t make a fool of me
Enter a brand new need.
Am not declaring words
In a bottle of scented oil
Tinted with rage and torns
Fighting against beliefs
Others might find a way
Run thru it and reach place
Yelling a pledge of triumph
Owning a bed to rest
Uncertain fate and dooms
Any suspicious hint
Nastyness on two sides
Yerned a tragic thing
Mighty sun of black holes
On your own gravity
Rotates my planet now
Exhalation of breath
Why did this have to go
I thought I could benefit
Fists did beat up the hope
Enter a brand new need
One can’t stay quite alone
Falling just piece by piece
Mute like nothing goes on
Instead of moving things
Need to move on, my love
Enter a brand new need.

1677

It’s like a skin that coats my soul
Like a shield that eases the beats
Bedtime stories someone told
To relax me and make me sleep

It’s like the smoking cup of coffee
At the morning right after I wake
It’s like a rhyme that comes as easy
As the air I breath and take

Like the warmth of her mouth
Like the red of her lips
Like the smoothness I find
Lying my head in your hips

Like your hair without comb
Like your face without blush
Like the soft little hair
In your arms, tickling me

Like a pillow with your smell
Like an old cloth fits my shape
Like staying really late at bed
Keep pajamas the whole day

All of your imperfections,
Are nothing but a shade,
And my demons are so wicked
If we were here to compare…

Take whatever you want,
For I get all from thee
I give you everything
I get what I give…

Like the feather that falls
From the heights over me
Like the oil that anoints me
In the king of a dream

Like the rain that drops
At the afternoon,
While we lay at home
In our warm bedroom

It warms me, in the midst of storms
Strengths me when am weak at all
It’s like the sun, dawning on me
My only hope… I live for thee

S.I.C.K.

S [Status:]

Fear. Anger. Hate. Fight
Battles. Wars. Mess. Wrecks.
Man. Wrath. Vexed. Beast.
Distance. Extintion. Death. Cease.

I [Ignitors:]

Blindness. Coldness. Prejudice.
Exterminate. Weapons. Fists.
Lie. Control. Apartheid.
Rumors. Scorn. Desacrate.

C [Cast:]

I. You. We. They.
Fire. Water. Earth. Air
Bonds. Hope. Binds. Meets
Body. Wholeness. Membership.

K [Keys:]

Be. Concerned. Try. Reach.
Religate. Do. Believe.
Emancipate.Wholeheartedly
We.
Can.
Be
Free.

Thrilling

I’ve licked the honey of this life the bitter of the journey
Tasted the emotions of the wind, that combs me as am walking
The road has edgy stones, I stumble as am walking
The night has nearly died, the dawn is sightly moaning

I have to reach before the sun hand comes above me
There is no time to stop and closely watch the grass fields
My human heart is asking something that can amaze me
My spirit starves himself for a thing that can remind me

That am a human being, and I need to have some motion
Be spiced up with my tears, with my fears and my emotions
But troubles reach the scene when am facing in this rush path
There’s nothing left to see, to discover or to look at

I learned to cope with griefs, and the creepy ghouls that haunt me
The dry clay my heart is somehow works and keeps on throbbing
The night is really dark, there is nothing on the outside
And all i really have is this road thats full of corpses

I shout in my lone road: “what can give me thrill?
How to get back flavor, wether bitter or sweet?”
As my road gets to end, and the night seems to die
There is nothing that gets me to feel like I breath

And then, at that time, wrapped with a cold night
And my scent floating by, diminishing as flies
A voice whispered me with peace with infusions of calm
“Thrill of not being thrilled, that’s the sweetest to admire!”

And a flame came out sparkling, and lighting the road,
Like light beams writting something that no one might catch
But my eye quickly noticed, and fully understood
Am not only the man that goes on this doom

Someone made me realize that there’s more than this way
Some rare teacher did show some one heard me pray
And if the dawn comes in minutes, and I get to be there
What a thrilling sensation, what a heart to beat then!

Deep

If you ever find a time to chat
Please let me know it
But I mean, find time to talk
That’s without rushing
If you ever find a little while
I’ll let you know it
Please don’t watch your watch that much
I could not hold it.

If you wish to know a bit
And be informed
On the dark and spooky aisles in
A heart that’s putrid
If you take your little time to hear,
Without responding,
Without dictating verdicts,
I need no judging…

I you’d give me a bit of time,
After the “what’s up”,
Watch my eyes when I say ‘cool’,
You might have found out
There’s more on me than just the ‘cool’,
Beyond my service,
Beyond the times I heard your blues,
Beyond my ethics

Am not hypocrite,
And I don’t creepily lie
But certain things don’t show
In the surface light

Axes of existence,
Salty lakes of tears,
Earthquakes of the sudden,
Winds of agony,
Throbbing my blood,
Dysfunctional disease,
Am drowning in this tempest
Any one can hear?

And if you listen carefully
As you are reading this,
You’ll hear the spooky movements
Of my symphony
And the frigid wind blast,
In the bravery of the sea
And in the twinkle of an eye,
There’s nothing there to see…

Be cause…

This crazy sickness is inside,
It’s never showing
This Armageddon is no lie,
Inside is burning

And there would be a lot of bliss
If you could hear me,
So if you find a time to chat
Please let me know it
But I mean, find time to talk
That’s without rushing
If you ever find a little while
I’ll let you know it
Please don’t watch your watch that much
I could not hold it.

I just can’t hold it
I just can’t mold me
I think am drowning
Am never showing…

Void

If I work out muscles and have a nice shape
If my voice can melt any female’s ears,
If I read books and know all about it
but about my soul, I just can’t dive deep
What’s the use? Whats the use?

If I get success and I win applauses,
And the bows I gave now come back to me,
If I get no noes from no one around me
And that ain’t safety of no loyalty
Whats the use? Whats the use?

What’s the use of those singing praises
Shaking in the temple, praying on their knees,
If the one on top blinds them with fake teachings
And the wallet’s glow has divinity?
What’s the use? Why this use?

What’s the use of all of these verses
The blood I pour on writing texts like these
Is it that as mankind we feel like glowing
Even though we shine under vacuity?
What’s the use? What’s the use?

And she’s left again, and my heart is moaning,
And my mind learning, as I drop my tears,
But my love’s still there, caged, whole, and throbbing,
For a mystery, for I want to live…
What’s the use? Why that use?

Take a look with me, scrutinize with your eyes
Let your own mind reach what I have just reached
Many of our deeds, when you watch them closely
Are rich in vanity, have no perspective…
What’s the use? What’s the use?

Hue-Man/E.T.

In the core of any heart,
In a children’s tune,
Kisses of a treacherous one,
Working to pursue

There’s a joy, there’s a bliss
Gracious Hue-Man/E.T….

In a harlot’s daily nap,
When no one ’s being pleased,
And she can become for real
Who she really is

There love and masks, pain and sheets,
Painful Hue-Man/E.T…

In the aisle of a church
Looking for a Priest
In a room drowning in tears
Someone prays for peace

There’s a God, and beliefs
Faithful Hue-Man/E.T…

In the food court of a mall,
Watching people meet
In the infectious of a club,
Dancing under lights

Seeking love, company,
Lonesome Hue-Man/E.T…

In the middle of a room,
With no company but beers
The whole place’s a ticking bomb
Where I raise my kids

Anxious thoughts, hate and fear
Misled Hue-Man/E.T…