As I wait in this loud silence imposed
While the war makes soul of our hearts and brains
I learn
I weep
I tell
I can't explain to myself this crave for suffering.
It must be a habit
Imposed
As well
Made
As the hives of bees.
Could I accept the miracle?
Was I supposed to hurt him more?
I can't explain myself this crave for suffering.
It must be a bad habit.

She doesn't want me all ****** up,
She is such a kind human!
She has a purpose that is noble in life!
I can only understand that she must Have been a show girl
And all this is
Because We're some show people...

Isn't jealousy great?
What did it create?
Some fancied,
Some ridiculous Ness,
Some craving...

Some..., live the Hell you want
And don't bother me anymore!

How did you feel?
I know just how.
Why do you think I never wanted to see you again but for a slaughter?

Do we have to suffer,
How many times to die for you?
How many times to ask for a forgiveness that can never come,
Maybe I never understood you
And your perfect games.

You're still trying to punish us
For what parents did or didn't do,
We are tired of this world not understanding,
It wasn't us to decide, it was you.
It wasn't you to decide for me, it was myself.
And if I'll have to **** for everything I love
You will have to see
The unforgivable.

Of something we didn't do.
How many times to tell you?
What you did you didn't do.
How many times to ask for forgiveness
For this thought coming from an Old fact.

Of we defecate on each other every day,
That we all know, but why not to ask for more.
Well, I am asking these grounds once more
To take each thing there where it belongs.

For everything we love and save
We will get punished, in the end...
As if we didn't live it...
As if we didn't suffer enough...
As if, without suffering
There will be no end you can love.

Sweet child who believed
That the world can be a good place to live.
Well, the world can be a good place to live in.
You're still a good soul meaning only good
Which means being only too stupid.

Ask them, look into their eyes,
It's a business world out there
They are selling one another,
Forcing you into selling yourselves and your souls...
Forcing you into not selling but more.
How else can you survive...?
It isn't easy! It isn't easy at all!

The path? Do you remember Jesus?
Do you remember Christ?
Do you remember God?
A God would never accept nor like being mistreated.
A God would fight.

Learn the good path, take only the best...
Make it right!
Sweet child... Loved child!
Be Wise and strong.

I will always find a reason
To come back
And do something
I see as good or useful or (absolutely) necessary.

You keep me alive,
Your passion, your soul,
The flame of your heart, bright,
The light in you, inspiring!

Love of my life, we had our wonderful times,
Now we're reliving our best decisions,
Times of sorrow, times of suffering,
All gone... there's nothing but happiness
We seek...
There's nothing but happiness to find here!
All this for the deserving.

Of being a stupid depressed *****,
Just because he likes you that way...
Just because she likes you that way...
Oh, the honour!

Too proud for me...
                              She thinks she knows.

She must be greater...
                              And  I must be here...

A family


Is a family...
If you can accept... A family like that!
A good family like that...

"What the gift! ?!"

It can only be heavens,
It can only be the knowledge of Hell.
Love, Share and Care.

It can only be fair,
Heavens versus Hell.
Then there's this Purgatory
An' a mind shell to fill with all our regrets
And medals.

It can only be fair... Heavens.

I don't know what one has to do to be perfect. And perfect for what?
That is the question! Some wish ill some wish good and one has to know what is what and who is who...
Some do and some others do and we do do
Birdie Jobs

There is nothing we can have together
But she just likes to harm everybody.

It's a gift to be an evil Queen,
With a reason or not
It is still hard to take...
So may I
Just leave the evil Queen alone
With her passions.

Do you really enjoy making me
Suffer?


Why do you entertain me?

Why do you....

Playing foot every day,
House of need.

When I love you is when I can hate the most....

And when I can hate I can only love...

We create our apologies every day
With every moment of a thought given,
Taken an idea and moved forward
For the sake of multiplication
Of our dearest moments!

I don't understand how all this can be helped.
I believe I should start beating myself to death
Until I WOKE UP as all this is me prolonging myself into a nothingness that has no value.
I either make something valuable of this or I am as good as dead.

Our Attempts of avoiding tragedies
Lead to harming the self
But the self can take it
It's the flesh that needs more strength.

.... matter...
                      ... A promise is a promise...
... and this...
                     ... is it...

What I was looking for...
                    ... Is in life,
in death...                                      ... It isn't
                           So
What you were looking for...
Is în life...
                   ... In death...
                            So

W.                 E.                 A               e
        A.                   S     s
                  V.                            V                 W

You F-d me and now it's all my fault.
Now,                                                    wo­N
                          That is
             a way of seeing things!

I don't have a heart...
               You gladly helped it go to ruin.

Why would you want one frustrated?
Aren't you too kind and beautiful?
Why would you want someone unhappy?
Aren't you brilliant?
Why would you want someone myserable?
Isn't that jealousy telling a story too Old?
Why would you enjoy some one's wrong doing?
It must make a broken heart feel good.

Sweet translations...
                         of sentiment spoken seaS
Where interpretation runs wild-free...
and chances for better days can end.

Waiters
Thinkers
Prayers
Tellers
Speakers
Doers
Dreamers
Believer­s.

Seekers
Finders
Keepers
Drawers
Pullers
Pushers
Creepers
****­ers

Oh, my God! What a lovely short but rich poem!

For the duty you want to believe in.

                      May you believe
In your justice and help in times of need.
                     May you be helped.

A reason you'll find, perhaps...
The reason... Behind the curtain...

Pooping Gold machine
Treated as ****, **** produce,
Taking **** to create Gold,
Gold to create jewelry,
Jewelry to tell a story
Worth to live,
Gold worth to die for
And garbage to take out.

It seems that I don't know
             How to be more grateful
                                        For what I've got.

To Leave you behind...

Every day
Every day a new one
Making a New living stand.

As a reward...
Oh, quite the attitude:
"Well, that is that!"

Who can bear heavens?
A bubble telling the stories of our hearts!

Dear Papa,
I have eaten the old rug that inspired my old painting,
It was filthy as hell,
Somebody forgot to clean it.

But I am Alright now,
Figure: I don't need to eat anything anymore.
It is magic involved, I tell you,
It's good to feel less empty and alone.

I might have also opened
The door for a thief.
Alladin insisted on robbing us of some goods
And as we had too much I said to myself:
"Why not help the poor live a better life!"

Papa,
You are never to forgive me for this,
'Have fallen in love with a thief,
Now life is much better for our people.

Going well.
                        That's why...

Dog Can't be taught new tricks.
Apparently nor can one teach news a bat.

If we dared we would have to suffer
And if we lied, still the same.
                            So
      Let's suffer brightly, shall we?

I couldn't hate this world of yours more,
What's there to learn that they are too ******* important!?
Oh, but I didn't know, I didn't know!

I tried to avoid it, 'ate all that I could,
Felt ill to the stomach!
Outch,
Now time to fast and heal!

I even became a vegan,
Oh, well, that went' so well!
Only some birds here started being inviting, delicious food I reject
Like an idiot of a vegan.

As it feels so just to you:
Couple me strategically.
This goes with that,
That with this
And he's a good catch! 'Have to keep him;
There's no love
But you've been educated well,
You can handle,
Maybe in time you'll end up falling in love.

Hopefully with the same man you married.
Then you will have kids,
Be it love or duty,
And you won't have to love them
Which is for the best:
No heart-break, no trouble,
Just a bit of sweet a cake
Due to strategy.

As always...
                         Only fantasy ruins it,
     And it ruins it all too hard.

And I got in some real trouble.

Now I'm sorry for even bothering
For anybody.

What happens if you have the guts
And courage...

As your ask for forgiveness
                Sounds like a menace:
                                          Keep dreaming.

I don't even know who's to blame for all this,
So I blame God,
A human couldn't have done it, Couldn't have done all this harm...
All this beauty, all this might.

I don't have any idea who's behind all this
So I blame the Devil,
He likes to play some little tricks...
Show the smart out of the black of blue skies under.

With Honour and Regrets
I'll speak this truth that travels Mind,
It travels Heart,
A Soul combined,
A worm eating me alive...

I don't have any clue who's behind all this,
I suspect the Man but then comes the Proud Woman
To make me understand: Life is life, Death is death
And Saviours can be anywhere.

For what you want a crave and wrath
With your for-giving soul you offer
That which you wouldn't take.


Aren't we all the same...?

We aren't the same...

Coming out,
First shyly then standing proud
Against the winds and Sunshine,
Coming out the pores,
each dermal papilla excited
Producing hair germs,
Arrector-pilli muscle stretching on,
Hair follicle sending cells to a transcendence,
Hair shaft show off.

To get out of bed
And accomplish the dream
Of a miracle.

'Robbing you of all your wisdom and knowledge,
All shared for that cruel humanity
Never to come back.


Never to come back to a pain
In their perfect shapes...
We like you as you aren't.


We always try to mold you,
We always have ideas to share with you...
It's funny what we do...
Until we aren't what we really are.

I danced with all my heart
I trained
I learned
I loved
I learned
I lived
Thinking myself a human being
Dreaming myself up
Down and deep beneath
Until that day came:
A fly flew to my mouth
I tried to avoid eating it
Now I wonder:
What the fly?!

No! I didn't see your godly choice to poor me for any of your devils.
Miracles? We must betraying and you must live!
Oh! Lord! But I wasn't such a great hypocrite!!.!

So... How to learn to leave behind that which is the gutter
The gutter nobody wants to see,
Nobody wishes to deal with,
Nobody cared...
How to leave it behind,
As they all want their gutter,
They all need their gutters
To stay the same,
To go to decay,
Real jewels to stop shining,
To make them feel alive and important.
To make them superior and glorious,
Victorious...

No! I didn't see your godly choice to poor me for any of your devils.
Miracles? We must betraying and you must live!
Oh! Lord! But I wasn't such a great pest and a hypocrite!!.!