In the swamp of life.

Feelings aren't a flower in your hand,
Creativity isn't an idea swings in mind while you still stand,
Life isn't a struggle for survival or battle for winning upon any land,
For everything lose its value without the art of participation playing the melody of dedication in giving in your morality band.

Fear death no more

A blind man loves a deaf woman, when he will learn to paint his words she will hear the feeling scream in his bones.
You knew,  Sometimes I feel your distance, but most of the time I feel your presence .. The warmth of your bosom .. The sound of your breath close to my ears, even those lost heart beats knocking in your chest fading into my vein. Although my mind refused to accept this illusion to be my refuge in my struggle to stay on path does not know miracles anymore.
And sometimes in the repetition of our desperate attempts to reach what we want .. We become like a gardener watering an artificial tree with water and expected to bear its fruit, 
And there will come a time when whoever sees life in its true face without falsification or fabrication will undoubtedly fear death no more for life is often more terrifying than death.

Untold... goodbye

And the mind grave losing people more and more, since they are not here anymore, like a neon light trembling in an empty hall, waiting our destiny for rest to call, When someone goes away, everything that’s been done go badly sway,
Darkness fold his wings, melody abandon it songs, heart shuttered for a thousand peaces, when mind straggle the aggressiveness of losing faces, and like the boats lost beneath the seas, your attention to living drained like leaves of trees, 
Finally our memories picture the truth we deny, all the things we cowardly preferred no to identify, when we lost precious days full of fun, when we lost the warm of our Sun, when we haven't wings to fly, and all what still remains is untold... goodbye.

Tears are unspoken heart words

The problem grown when you punished your beloved for something he or she said, nay..  Believe me it's not, you shouldn't worry about this, you need to be worried when we have nothing to say..  And now.. I have nothing, now I have nothing for I don't have you. 

Silence is an answer too

Silence is wisdom for those who have knowledge, conserve from humiliation for those who are unaware, Curse for who didn't get a preach of the passage of time,
A blessing for those who know when speech is indispensable...
Nothing nicer than a struggling smile to appear between silent tears,
Nothing is more expressing than a word makes its way between silence and fears,
Silence itself has so many meanings 
for some it is the only friend who does not betray,
for some it is better than meaningless pray,
yet for me the fist step of educate oneself is to learn how to keep silent, then to learn the art of listening, the important of how to deal with conservation, And how to choose the right time to start acting the finally where and to whom you must publish you knowledge..
One wise person once told me that "silence is an answer too",  personally i took a long time to understand the meaning behind.
anyway if you're one of whom mastered the art of silence, then be brave to carry with it the consequences of ill intentions.

We were just like any other kind.

Things are not like they were before, when friends turn their head and recognize us not... anymore,

It makes the tears roll down our face, when it scares us to lose what we can't replace.

We always let our past invade the future, which causes doubts in our mind. thinking that we were just like any other kind.

Just a human been.

Where our innocence vanished around in this world of greed .. Where the conviction .. Where the tender went.
The morality fading away... The horizons have dwindled... The values are crushed as they struggle with the masks of hypocrisy.
And you know what ... We will not move forward as long as we live in the wreckage of what we have done.
Put your hand in the hands of the weak, for we can not be special if we do what everyone else does,
Help a blind person to take a step towards the light, for he will not see beyond his feet in a society full of fog,
Listen to the complaint of the oppressed for we can't hear his scream among crowds read about kindness in some blog.  
You will not move forward as long as we live in the wreckage of false dreams and morality committed suicide on the banks of desires,
Do you know what i'm asking you to be...!
Just a human been.  

Mistakes

The wound is now healing but the scars will remain, 
How do we continue and still feel the same.. 
Being true to oneself is all that it takes,
To realize where we have made mistakes, 
Should we go or should we stay 
As we'll always wonder what happened that day. 
Is there life after love, does anyone know or just memories of feelings that have been torn away.

I'm dieing

The sunset outside my window, Has lost all it`s glow
The rose in the garden, Doesn't bloom any more
Your love killing me not in the land of dreams, but truly it do.
Let me hear your voice before I die, 
Let me see your true face before I die,
Let me express my feelings before I die,
The sunset outside my windows, has lost all it's glow, has lost all it's glow.
The rose in the garden... doesn't blooms any any more... Come, just come.. Come for i failed and i'm dieing loving you.

Don't forget to remember

If you sleep as you close your eyes, As both your mind and the light dies
If this world begins to crumble and sink today
When the music of longing starts to play
When the rain starts to fall,  
When the thunders begin to roll
When the fire scatters around the whole place
When you are in the middle, full of disgrace
When the lightning strikes and flashes, and feel fear that you can not express
When angels and demons go to war, look into the horizon, there's something so far
When everything faces its own degeneration, and when hell collides to heaven,  
Just don't forget to remember my face,

The Choice

What do you call it when all you feel is pain ?
When your loved ones look at you and all you feel is shame,
When your tired of living and playing this game,
when you know your life is meaningless and you're the only one to blame.
What do you call it when the hurt is in your soul ?
When you smile and laugh but you know its all a show,
When you feel like you've hit your all time low,
When nothing makes you happy and the darkness around you grows.
What do you call it when you feel so alone ?
When your in your house but it don't feel like home,
When you look back in your life and every choice you made now seems wrong,
When the wait to die seems too long.

Careless whisper

 Yesterday I took a trip to heaven but only in my mind
I wanted to know what it's like to leave all your love behind.
So I closed my eyes, and started to see.. Just how beautiful heaven can be.
I could see the pearly gates of white, and behind them was the most radiant light.
I saw an angel as she was passing by, so incredibly beautiful that a tear fell from my eye.
Everyone looked perfect and with the angels they did sing, there were no earthly words to describe the beauty of their wings.
As I sat on a bench in the most incredible garden, I asked God for all of my sins to be pardoned.
I took one last look at all of the beauty around, and when I opened my eyes, i couldn't find my angle beside, for she left me careless behind.

irreplaceable

Tonight I shall sail away to a world of darkness, so bid me farewell and watch me disappear to the point of no return. The taunted screams that escaped to follow my footsteps were never vehement enough for me to turn around; to trace back the path I once took. I cannot erase whats written, nor can I rewrite the unknown, I'm sorry for my heart was once your canvas, your strokes, and your only diary I always were, so remember to write me in your tomorrows. And let me into the night struggling to sail, to seal my last goodbye. I shall remain unread, forgotten, departed, to everyone but you... for you are irreplaceable .. didn't you know..!!

Special healing

Deep beneath there is a pain inside, hard to tell the truth in a world full of lies. 
whispers of secrets in your ear, hoping that no one could hear. when you crying actual tears.
you feel hurt, pressured and strained, nobody can feel your type of pain, when life is nothing but a game. 
do you feel what I feel... sure.. NO, I wish I could let it all go.
But it really isn't that easy, have you ever had to sit in the cold freezing, wanting to be awaken by a special healing.

It wasn't about winning

Years after another one's lived it convincing himself that he have been designed for success, for to win any battles through his life struggle, and as much as he grow up that hidden truth about survival revealed it fangs to eliminate his stupidity.
for it wasn't about where, how or when you will collect your victory or achieve your goals. for it wasn't about who were your enemies, but after priceless time one's lost, he get up watching the gracefulness of life had been left him behind with that simple fact.
for it wasn't all about winning, it was about how you can deal with the cost of loses, it was about how you will deal with your life after get defeats.
for losing has a bitter taste in your silence, losing has a fangs scratch off your inner power.
then you will have to choose to accept the reality and move on, or fight for your life another battle hoping that the battle will be fought in another way.

Time to rest

The day will come to ask yourself If the past you must forget, And nothing needs your sorrow or regret.
For lovers meet and stay together and others are distend to apart..!
And if you are one of who have been left behind...  do you have to cry and suffer or just search for a new start..!
Only you have the power to answer for only you can open your heart and forgive, cause that will help you to survive and live.
only you have the ability to dream so high, to never give up and always try or to just let go and say goodbye.
Only you suffer and have that broken hearts which need to mend, you're always true and never pretend, you felt with shutter because your love has no end, but you still can find care in the hand of true friend.
Only you can be confident and never hesitate, forget all the feel of hate and always believe in your fate.
Only you can keep dreaming however it may never come true, but it's the best way to live your life through.
But you know...!
Do Not to be shy If you have done something wrong, but to admit it and be proud that you have learned a lesson that will help you to be strong.
And where there is darkness be sure... dawn is the next, and when everything is so tiring... for sure there would be time to rest.

Overlap of concepts

When all your hopes seems blue,
No life's dreams will become true,
One's barking in the dark like dog,
For wishes are swept along like fog,
Curse of injustice is unfair,
Praise of justice upon electric chair,
Removal of thorns does not heal,
planting of roses is not good deal
Saying the truth does not work indeed,
Believing in loyalty does not intercede,
And even patience is not convinced,
To those humans who were with the little ... contented. 
stop weeping for what you already lost,
get up from your coma and never calculate the cost, 
Let the wind move your sails from where it blow, 
For only dead fish... go with the flow,

Heroes of paper

What makes your life great.!!
what makes your life worthwhile..!!
what if you can look behind the limits of your eyes, this illusion technology, 
what if you can go farther what you accepted by your closed mind..!!
what if you have the ability to be mortal..!
The different between you and me is the complexity of using our power,
You search for an extraordinary human to share him your power
I humbly search for normal woman can give me an extraordinary love, the power to make the impossible right in in our fingertips.
My darling .. we aren't just heroes of paper, I may failed in each and every step i took towards you, yet I can't just give up in my love until my last breath, 
You will keep through me away from your life and I'll keep loyal as much as i live.

insurgent,

Do not ever think that silence is oblivion, look at the ground below your feet, How can its surface fill of ice and deep beneath its bowels a thousand volcanoes..!
But alas, when she knows how enamored I'm in her love, she knew her place in my life and then she became insurgent, forgetting that;
To love... is to accept that love is unbearable hell yet life without it is unbearable bliss, Love does not kill lovers, it just makes them hung between life and death.
To love ... is to fight all obstacles for me, with me side by side.. Not to fight me in the name of obstacles and difficult pride.
To love ... isn't the words to ink nor is it a melody that can be played in an instrument,  It is a pure spirit that is endowed with an end to fulfillment.
To love isn't to watch our dreams fled .. or hopes going died, Existence with reason .. not life just passing-through the same as season.
To love is to let love gives you hope.. strengthen so we may to all obstacles can cope, Grant us wisdom to help us see.. The great way and to let us be.

Black candles

In the middle of arbitrary laws, the use of excessive power, intransigence, the hatred. Ignorance and the indifference.
Let us live in the illusion of freedom. 
Let us fight the illusions of equality and justice.
Let us sink into the quagmire of ignorance and apathy.
We share them sadness and joy. 
We share them the road as a loyal companion.
And forget that we came alone, we fought alone, we even lost alone .. and alone we shall complete the journey.
So we bury the remnants of our dreams in the cemetery of life struggles,
So we must frankness ourselves in front of reality mirror.
Black candles .. do not illuminate darkness