No matter!
I would not feel
Everything is inert
In this sea of insensitivity
Empty looks, no questions asked
Accounts payable
A daily routine without end
The human existence does not matter
There are no values or sense
The sense and the reason are lost
Do not live for tomorrow
Do not live in yesterday
Not if we know
Where is the life
Where is the light
Who left us so.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
BEEN MISSING WORDS
Abandonment is not an option.
It is a terrible fate,
Suffering shame.
Someone is disappointed,
Or someone wanted more,
Or there is no justifiable reason.
What I know from my own abandonment
It did nothing, literally!
I disappointed, no action.
He was despised by disdain
What ever shown.
Only his eyes saw
My overwhelming and growing neglect.
Adjectives would further
This poor description and to be more
Refined and concise with words
I just missed that dialogue.
A maturing of the personalities,
One apparent aim of our lives,
Or what really wanted
Together or separate.
When the eye passed, I feel ashamed
Why not be mature
I did not know how to do it happy
I never said, nor has
Also, missing words
What else wait?
It is a terrible fate,
Suffering shame.
Someone is disappointed,
Or someone wanted more,
Or there is no justifiable reason.
What I know from my own abandonment
It did nothing, literally!
I disappointed, no action.
He was despised by disdain
What ever shown.
Only his eyes saw
My overwhelming and growing neglect.
Adjectives would further
This poor description and to be more
Refined and concise with words
I just missed that dialogue.
A maturing of the personalities,
One apparent aim of our lives,
Or what really wanted
Together or separate.
When the eye passed, I feel ashamed
Why not be mature
I did not know how to do it happy
I never said, nor has
Also, missing words
What else wait?
FIGHT WITHOUT END
I'm sad
And a deep pain
In the heart still lonely
Insists me down.
Perhaps nostalgia is not the end
Appropriate and conducive to face
The last time
But what's real is this
When faced with this eye,
Desiring to overcast,
But the depression inviolable.
Tenacity and determination
Often lacking
In the small space
To my life.
I pick off cubes of land with nails
In the daily struggle of my being.
To understand
The hard part
Social side of human.
My eyes lost in the crowd
Disinterested to myself.
The objectivity discards
In the smoke and cloud
There in the sky without a name.
My strength is reinvigorating
Every day at dawn
To the fight standing
Continue in the present
With us to the future
Without many of us.
And a deep pain
In the heart still lonely
Insists me down.
Perhaps nostalgia is not the end
Appropriate and conducive to face
The last time
But what's real is this
When faced with this eye,
Desiring to overcast,
But the depression inviolable.
Tenacity and determination
Often lacking
In the small space
To my life.
I pick off cubes of land with nails
In the daily struggle of my being.
To understand
The hard part
Social side of human.
My eyes lost in the crowd
Disinterested to myself.
The objectivity discards
In the smoke and cloud
There in the sky without a name.
My strength is reinvigorating
Every day at dawn
To the fight standing
Continue in the present
With us to the future
Without many of us.
REALITIES
REALITIES
Different sides of life.
Separate realities to live.
Manage without stress.
Perhaps for this world,
I'm not ready.
My pulses throb
A apprehensive blood.
I sometimes fear and longing.
It is all unclear to me.
I wish so many things,
I want to try several
And different situations.
Taste the thirst of mortals
And feel me satiate.
From joy to sorrow
I have not missed.
Maybe one day I find,
Of course, living and enjoying
The fact that I'm
And without realizing
I will not wish to live more.
Different sides of life.
Separate realities to live.
Manage without stress.
Perhaps for this world,
I'm not ready.
My pulses throb
A apprehensive blood.
I sometimes fear and longing.
It is all unclear to me.
I wish so many things,
I want to try several
And different situations.
Taste the thirst of mortals
And feel me satiate.
From joy to sorrow
I have not missed.
Maybe one day I find,
Of course, living and enjoying
The fact that I'm
And without realizing
I will not wish to live more.
The waiting
Soft breezes
Carry my air
Expired the horizon,
Of reddish sky,
Ignited by the sun west,
It fleeting clouds
Infringe the astro king.
Opposite the horizon,
My roguish smile
Hide my soul,
Afflicted charged
For the pain that compresses
My heart without mercy.
Because for me just
You wait for so long,
Almost for eternity.
It is not enough, however, accept
Your indecision male.
I feel a pain listless
Sliding the curves
Of my body untouched.
And while you do it?
On the moon illusion
That only your eyes see.
Help me in these sands
Before loading the waves
My pony and female body.
Carry my air
Expired the horizon,
Of reddish sky,
Ignited by the sun west,
It fleeting clouds
Infringe the astro king.
Opposite the horizon,
My roguish smile
Hide my soul,
Afflicted charged
For the pain that compresses
My heart without mercy.
Because for me just
You wait for so long,
Almost for eternity.
It is not enough, however, accept
Your indecision male.
I feel a pain listless
Sliding the curves
Of my body untouched.
And while you do it?
On the moon illusion
That only your eyes see.
Help me in these sands
Before loading the waves
My pony and female body.
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