Times like this,
you plug in your earphones,
you appreciate all the music.
without any warmth.
your presence is winter.
giving you chills,
sending shivers.
moderation is a fault.
the silence overreacts;
when you feel it
it gives you that boost,
to support your downed ego
as you travel,
you're an outcast.
you knew it well
as you think of tomorrow's task.
when suffering climaxed,
volumes are at peak.
puff your airways
until you're weak.

Let me get
what I needed most.
For life's sake
this train had its boast.

all the fruits are fresh,
yet I have not bitten a pinch.
my eyes have dried
let me take a hitch.

Let us get,
what our soul needs.
an inner sanctuary,
that is not here to weep

too tired to take another stab,
until the last thread weaves;
this final drop of hope,
that is waiting to leave.

Let me get
that subtle inner peace.
sanctify me with your ego.
priceless at all means.

And just when you get,
what you needed to keep;
it just gets harder to hold
as you maintain to hide this drum beats.

As you look way down,
you tend to slip,
your unstable crown
is just so hard to keep

you've took the bullets
saving thy brothers.
and there it is.
in no ones land.
when pain and anger
is evident at a glance.
when Living in an old house
with new even spirits.
Wicked, with your guitar
and slow hands;
Sick and all teared up
blasphemy and ill advised news
floating like wasps.
all in your mind
circling like some roulette,
white smoke in the air.
all entangled when you breathe
in your dreams, in despair.
the end
getting nearer
no one cares

When that inner kindness in your heart
gets tired and weary.
blessing is the silence;
that inner joy you see from darkness.

The joy from the fifth finger,
is your sanctuary.
as the time flies
whenever you are lonely.

When you feel that it's time to go,
and you do not care anymore.
on what others could say,
you are stronger than before.

When the pain inflicted
is much more than your spectrum
on how would you care
and on how you've previously assumed

When you've grown
and you've realized you are so alone.
as you've known yourself much better
and the other emotions are just pure emotions.

and the value of it was forever lost.
when your place once was now lost;
then the old you is now buried;
Just a dead man waiting to be buried

A love's not love
when there are doubts;
you cannot handle the wild birds at night.
when you worry for future's light.

A love's not love
when one cannot accept a person fully,
on what he is,
the things he do, skin and actions.

A love's not love,
when beliefs are unparalleled.
when the wisdom imposed,
you cannot digest.

A love's not love
when you cannot change and swallow changes.
when there are limits.
when green grasses are replaced with fences.

A love's not love,
when one cannot level in the expectations,
when boredom strikes,
and the light on the candle burns out.

when you got strucked by the feeling,
that you promised to change
but you've realized in time
that you cannot execute.

when the promises are broken
and the emotions are just plain emotions.
when the old true love dies,
you can do nothing, not even potions.

A love's not love
when you are in the dark stalking.
when you've realized your mistakes.
the things you're missing

I am a minister
with a wicked faith.
at night,
so wide awake.
sober and high,
accepting blows
I might can't take.
release me from this shadow
for life's sake.
for the first time
I've tried
to lit this fire.
I am bewildered
how to brace this uncertain desire.
for I am a loser
life and death in a wire,
as I cross on the other side.
no more traces nor guides.
I am unclean
as they guide my lost soul.
I scamper for your presence
as this dark vapor took its toll.
stayed in this pavement,
without anything at hand,
drowned with your writings,
I'm flying but I don't know where to land

Sorry for the hardships
that have caused you pain.
I never mean anything,
it makes me lame.
we are shaped
by the life we live.
you know I have tried hard,
so hard it bleeds.
Please reconsider
this heavy closet,
close to my heart
never wished any bad facets,
of life and living in this cruel world.
My apologies for the bad
and the grind that is somewhat absurd.
with purest hearts and intentions
they won't believe.
pleading, guilty and down
for the things I cannot give