Mind drifts off about smiles to be cast on you
Do you still think about times when we touched?
Do you feel the fear lingering in the depth of silence?
         *that emotions can evaporate just like the rain
Can we be sure to put up with this fight?
Can love move its soul onto strangers reflection?
Please, don't be mad for my thoughts
Please let me stay shut as I don't want to lose you
         Because sometimes I wonder if you are still true me
Faith seems so shallow in the face of tomorrow
         And shattered illusions are taking their toll
If we are a puzzle I learned how we fit
Save me from the days when these joints take a shift
Save me from the the harm that my doubt is creating
For as my skin chills from warmth in the darkest of hours
and if we reach out to space, together at once
we can interlace our lives and suffer what it takes
to close our eyes tight and leap deep into fate.

They flew away. Far, far from the present, out to the blue ocean.

They seem happy now.

A long journey has ended. Maybe you know this tale.

It started with a thunder. A white flash, striking into the ground.

The earth was shaking, it had the power of Creation.

People would whisper in fear, they could not have understood.

This day, Stars were born. Bright, bright wonders.

The Earth slowly began shifting, its shape bending and aching.

A new world was about to be born.

It was from this moment, that they could commence flourishing.

They needed light, soil, and heat.

From the instance the second one evolved out of the first, they started working;

Day and night, sewing small fractions of energy, intertwining their thoughts all the while.

With increasing harmony their efficiency multiplied.

When the time has come, the timber sufficed to set sail.

Out into the darkness. Warm, heavy smells, flesh on flesh.

The stars shone brighter than ever.

The impulses left burning marks behind. Trees, flowers and feathers spread out in the meadows.

Leaping into the water again and again. Drowning in the sensation.

Roots were growing deep into this young soil, they were satisfied.

The horizon was melting into the sky. People would become terrified.

The more time passed, the more the water thickened.

They stopped feeling the chills in their spines; their limbs would go numb.

Sinking slowly into their Art, the fire turned into smoke.

Tranquility. Trust. Hope.

Years have gone by.

From afar, a strange sound shook the waves.

Stars, again, became visible above the mirrors.

People would not see them anymore.

Suddenly, something akin to a cocoon, cracked open and revealed an Object. It was solid and cold.

When they looked around, they could not find what they needed.

No light, no soil, no heat.

They were free to go.

So they did.

Would you have seen their wings, you would have mistaken them for the wind.

Disbanding into nothing.

Only a few marks have been left behind.

People would walk on the ground were the lightning hit.

They are happy now.

Day 93 of our life in a bubble
The boy is so busy, he is always so busy
Talking is cheap, why would we waste time
on exchanging news
about our uninteresting life
His Majesty isn't fond of upscale technology
Spares his voice for interpersonal chats
Even about seeing, there is that thing about believing
(Hearts are bleeding)
No, only mine is feeling
That way when he disappears in a parallel universe
Dimensional leap to a beeping realm
in my head it counts up to a thousand years
On day 365 comes the anniversary of tears
And Fate starts working on its final scene
The curtains have fallen, curtains’ been called
The Prince rides away on the blue farewell road
No man left behind, it was his only chance
to fulfill all his dreams
and wish the Girl all his best.

Look around; All these people
Their souls... are on sale

Federal sounds
Oligarchic beeps
Monarchic shouts
and Presidential pleads
are the core of the beat
the beat of the World
they unite all the poor
lift chores from the rich
they are children in the sand
stealing toys on demand
the classical war
rocks gently to the sky
birds are the remix
to the pain in our lives
red buttons shining bright
playing blues in the light
pause is a lie
no time to rest eyes
the stick hits the drum
and paces with the jive
now dance around the fire
give in to the desire
and laugh about the joke
that humans are Creators
and Destroyers of the Folk.

Walking in a room or strutting down the street

                 Inside a tunnel of ignorance she steps or takes a seat

She feels the hungry glances devouring her soul

       Pray that the gist of her laugh remains whole

Follow those hands running along the thin hair

                 Blushing as the gesture burns down in a flare

(Women are to be conquered

                 And you can take her with a gentle smile

She will drop all her defences

                 On her knees to please your diguise.)

They say it happens all when the Time comes
Seems that the clock stopped finally ticking
For when it runs a thousand miles
There is no one to stop us
From doing our own thing
You know it doesn't matter what the others are saying
One day a scholar, the next without power
We are the masters of our destiny, so is the Truth
No clock
No fear
No globe
Can destroy what is meant to be.