Art of silence

I will master the art of silence
to silence all these damn voices
that press my heart against this cage
that is my chest
a cage with thorns and chains
I have choices, I know that I have choices
but like a mouse lost in a maze
I always try my best
and run without rest
to find an exit, a better place
where these voices can’t talk, can’t scream, can’t whisper
maybe it’s a possibility
or, I still just a dreamer…

No answer

I just keep on staring
the lake and his silence
no answer for my questions
no question for me to answer

Sometimes, silence have a lot of suggestions
“listen to your heart, without anger”
“keep walking, without care about past”
“head up, courage and enthusiast”

Sometimes, silence is the answer that we seek
a soft way to end discussion withou speak
or, give to our souls a chance to talk and listen
so, lake, i’m sorry
but I must talk to another soul, another human being

Wish

I wish I was a thought
like a good wind, that blows
but, like always, I forgot
sometimes you move, and expose
not the best part, not the good one

I wish I was a fire
to burn down bridges
that lead us to fake promises
an kingdom, ruled by a liar
who fed us, with sweet kisses and rotten candies

I wish I was a lake
where you can see your pretty face
wash your body in a warm day
of cry, this lake will never dry
or even, share your fears and tears

I wish I was a solid
like a old tree or a large piece of gold
precious, that have great valor
but, like all this poem, it’s so simbolic
my attempts of being something…

I wish, I wish
but there’s no Shenglong or Jinn
there’s only you and me
and all that I wish
it’s be the best I can, to never lose the chance
of accomplish your desires

C

We expect changes
created in our minds
changing reality
touching in the dark, like blind
falling and rolling
ducking sharp pieces
illusion from our hearts
already broken in thousand parts
where is the changes?
still dreaming about this
away from reality, not our responsability

Listening about now

Chino sings about “Drive”
“I don’t care where Just far”
I look up, to an empty jar
old times, past feelings, flaws strive
to appears
now, listen to “Knife Party”
“Anemic and Sweet
I could float here forever”
there’s nothing clear
I feel part of it
but it’s far from me
sober and thinking
WTF I’m doing?
“I look at the cross
Then I look away”
Changes, “Change (in the house of flies)”
how can I denied?
I want more, but how I can reach
If I must stay and wait
“Still your passenger”
Is what Maynard says…

Real Heal

You brings something real
That I can sum up this with one word, “love”
but it’s something more, bigger
you hugs me, kiss me, and heal
make me rethink, look above
the dark clouds that I believed
be my only horizon, so bitter
and you brings love, positive vibes
so real… and still….

Lies? Not here…

Sorry, but I can’t
forget all the lies that we’ve laid
I don’t want to get my heart broken again
in thousand sharp pieces
that brings a endless pain
so, true is the only way
pretend, even for a silly time
is the way to engage a seriously mistake

So, I must confess
if I said that I think about love
only for a few seconds
it’s a huge mistake, like a big lie
because I am moved by it, all the time
and that weakest moment that I said that I will give up
sorry, but this shit don’t will get me down

The truth is, I want to live
to write my masterpiece
to have a house, dogs and a couple of kids
take a long trip
do a lot of things
are you with me?