lunes, 13 de agosto de 2012

Over Penciled Outlines of Pictures

Wait there...the cold and the aloneness are speaking, let them talk –
“All needed shade
Over penciled outlines of pictures”

I’m the leftovers that remain of your fears,
Isn’t a lie…I don’t lie
Just that in this world
In the future
There aren’t laughs for me
There aren’t lights on waiting for me

Always sleeping on apologies’ bed
So I don’t run away from silence
You sense
That feel that make you know
That I, never going to win

But the night and I could survive
She, the only one the tolerate my sins
And follow me whatever

Keeping up, making remembrance
“Over penciled outlines of pictures”


A conception of an idea
Gladden the odium
Could I be the dangerous in the story?

My free mindset
Obligated to what suppose was a wish dreads
Uncovering a big number of antidotes
In front my head. Had me as a daft to doff
Trying to get it out of me

Escaped of those moments, now I need the memories
I didn’t saw the chain that laced me, now I want the relief
Your points and words
Kiss-and-tell that in me all’s wrong.
Let my mind be the winner this time

Keenly, you take your leak of matter
A choice that you never offer
That you lunge upon my face

Meanwhile I take this idea!
This gladded odium!
Those languish skew!
Those toxic restraints!
So I made my revenge

When all pass by…
We would said that this is was a fable
That I’m ill
That you’re well
That they’re upkeeped about me
That we want to disappear

It's Time Die Alone

Already when all enclose is beautification
Just why you ask more than you can
Possibly finish or lead at least to the emancipation
When it come the lure dance
Among your filthiness and what’s in your heart
It’s time to die alone

All memoirs put off of me, put on damask black
That I’ll think it’ll drove myself mad
Also branded that someday,
Their eyes are on me…
How can I spoke again after this?
When, my resistance
My trick to find stability
Between me in my inside
Is no longer mine

But I ‘till know
I’ve so many stories to tale
Maybe tomorrow
Or may happens nowadays
Under another nightly cloud
For you or
Behind you

When I finally want to sing alone
Unimportant what melody
I already said: “no more”
Well, knocking at the door is somebody telling me
“It’s time to die alone”

It’s time to trail the other way
Where I can’t beam
Or tomorrow
But at the end the time to die alone will come to every one of us.

sábado, 4 de agosto de 2012

Goodnight, Sweet Ladies...

Eyes of Theym...

Their eyes on themselves
Ephemeral, from H to T and teeth and blood
And you’re chasing always
A sunrise after

When all once again return to calm…and

You’d be release from them
When the humanity on them awake up
And you’re eyes close up…


Old but alive
Break ‘till breathing
‘Cause the moon is within the room
‘Cause the flames are stick in the wall
When all “yours” and “mines”
Collides in one “alone”

May, I spoke
With thousand stars
Shinning in the mid of the night-time
With a million birds flying on a damask grief

Once again, inside the tower
Unloved, breaking the shields,
And arms at the finish

Fulfill anger feeding sadness,
When suicide becomes the single way
So less
That you’re unloved

Scrabbling solitude upon this,
Just a game of curtains in an empty mind
Playing shadows on a boil gaze

Let’s no accuse and guilt
In all that’s going now!
We’ve to say that the fault fall
In that I’m…

Come, put your foot over the state of mind,
Get dirt your hands
In the public shame.
Call the foolishness on me.
Seek and kill
Look and slay
Whisper and prank
It doesn’t injured this time
The black armor in me stays still
Because for you, I
Stand up, unloved

Then, when the blame found somebody
It gives it a kiss at its lips.
An embrace to the heart
Last smother embrace that lock me again in my room
And like it was in the start
At the point when all pass by
Endlessly, in every hour