My Love

My love tends to freak out when someone else talks to me.
My love whispers in my ear, and lets me be what I want to be.

My love gets mad at me when I'm far away for a while.
My love is a secret nerd, but she has an incredible style.

My love is a little scared regarding our future together.
My love doesn’t realize that I plan to be around forever.

My love dreams about a life of art, love and nature.
My love laughs and cries with me, but kisses me later.

My love enjoys the good living, like some cheese and wine.
My love is in public relations, lots of people but she’s just mine.

My love stands alone in some coffee shop, and smiles when I arrive.
My love makes my pen bleed ink, and so my words feel alive.

My love won the contest, and her prize is my heart.
My love knows that of all, that’s my best part.

My love is all I need, all I want and all I desire.
My love plays with me, and knows how to start the fire.

Lost Home Of My Soul

It was a paradise for mankind, never well deserved and never honestly won. A God’s brightest dream, never truly believed, therefor, never truly there. It was a place that could only be seen by the blind and heard by the deaf. Only the mute knew where it was, and they knew not how to write those words. There, where no people walked no streets, was in fact made of pure life. Never had I imagined such beauty. Never had I felt this kind of peace. Speechless angel of mercy who welcomed my soul there. My responsability is now to this send this message of hope.

Nature ruled the forbidden forest, all kind of sinless animals roamed the fresh green grass. Birds reclaimed the stolen skies, no more sitting man in flying metal cans will disturbe our clouds. Tall trees kept their grownd, never to become again lifeless peaces of shallow furniture. No streets are needed there, for the horses gallop freely not worrying about work. Finally barefoot. The fish no longer worry about the nature of their food’s intentions, no-one threatens them with deceit, no more fish-hooks. How awfull it is not being able to trust your own food. Not even the rocks feel lifeless when drenched by the waterfall’s crystal woter. So many rainbows. Every imaginable colour behond the existing paint pigments, some yet unknown in our world, lay peacefully on the grass as magestic wild flowers. How incredible it is that they don’t need thornes there.

Everything makes sense when naturally conected and not by mankind interrupted. There, where love is not a word but is a feeling. Impossible then to run out of meaning. My words cannot make justice of what I’ve seen. Of what I lived. So beautifull... Oh! So perfect.

I witnessed the last leaf fall and I knew the end was at my feet. I felt death on the forsaken spirit town. Somehow the war drums disturbed the bird’s song. Somehow my spirit got caught in someone else’s war, and caged in a body made of skin, flesh and bones... Said farewell to the heavenly town that was my own.

Let Yourself Go With The Feeling

Let yourself drown in the feeling. Listen to the siren’s song.
It’s dangerous but beautiful. It’s a fool’s quest but a heroe’s prize.
Let yourself burn with the feeling. Follow the drummer’s bong.
It’s harsh and loud, but calm at last. It’s interrupting, but no-one dies.

Word by word I lay my defenseless truth upon you.
World by world our destinies rest like that too.

Let yourself choke by the feeling. Make your last breathe long.
It’s nerve wrecking but exiting. It’s quite dangerous, but it’s wise.
Let yourself crash with the feeling. May your body be strong.
It’s difficult to endure, but a wake up call. It’s painfull but no-one cries.

It’s with ink I show myself for me.
In my skin forever, or in paper it may be.

Forget yesterday for there’s nothing there to change.
Don’t worry about tomorrow, for it could be strange.
Let’s try and live for today, it’s just within our range.