Here is a candle of my soul,
In blue and white the rays might fall,
They fall and fall, round on your face,
A glim of life, a long of grace.
Here is my darkest blue of all,
Engraved in love, freed in a ball -
It hides and hikes the peaks of pace,
Unknown its name, its hidden place.
In you or me the truth may roll,
From white to blue as in a role -
I find its heart, to me may lace,
A fight of thought, a card of ace.
The life is just the pulse and rall,
Expands and beats in search of goal-
The search of me in flow of race,
It's humble scope, return to base.
Friday, September 29, 2006
The Unknown Sea
Beyond a sea of cyberfaces
There is a soul to see,
Between the lot of humble faces
Here is the soul of me.
These things are great,
The others are not -
In just a sip of fate
There is a chance of pot.
If isn't me, if isn't you,
These things are never taught -
In every me, in every you,
There is the search of ought.
There is a soul to see,
Between the lot of humble faces
Here is the soul of me.
These things are great,
The others are not -
In just a sip of fate
There is a chance of pot.
If isn't me, if isn't you,
These things are never taught -
In every me, in every you,
There is the search of ought.
Monday, April 03, 2006
A Sip of Wine
Living the life the way it should be
It's a mad dream, sometimes poetry;
Or just a sip from an old wine,
Touching a woman from ten to nine.
Nothing is perfect, the way it should be -
The see of sea, the tray of the tree;
We'd be bored of perfection,
And overfilled of affection.
The wine is smiling, it's talking to me,
Talking about love and her anatomy;
I'm starting to mumble living a dream,
It's only my life that makes me scream.
Are you intrigued? You shouldn't be -
Nothing is new, what it happens to me;
The wine is different but same effect,
Its wonderful power is not to neglect.
It's a mad dream, sometimes poetry;
Or just a sip from an old wine,
Touching a woman from ten to nine.
Nothing is perfect, the way it should be -
The see of sea, the tray of the tree;
We'd be bored of perfection,
And overfilled of affection.
The wine is smiling, it's talking to me,
Talking about love and her anatomy;
I'm starting to mumble living a dream,
It's only my life that makes me scream.
Are you intrigued? You shouldn't be -
Nothing is new, what it happens to me;
The wine is different but same effect,
Its wonderful power is not to neglect.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Afraid
I am afraid of what will never be,
As I see you, as you see me...
And nothing happens 'till the end -
No kiss, no love, no curtain bend.
I am afraid of love to find,
To let it come, to feel behind...
A soul, a smile, the mistletoe -
To feel the love and let her go.
I let all go, it is my curse,
I hope will end with a rebirth;
I want, I want something to feel -
I want all that I love as real.
Reality, too many I -
From I to why, from eye to eye...
I'm just a child getting so old -
Sooner white and later bald.
I have a dream - I'll learn to love,
I need just time, bless from above...
I am afraid, all has an end -
I'm waiting for the soul that's meant.
As I see you, as you see me...
And nothing happens 'till the end -
No kiss, no love, no curtain bend.
I am afraid of love to find,
To let it come, to feel behind...
A soul, a smile, the mistletoe -
To feel the love and let her go.
I let all go, it is my curse,
I hope will end with a rebirth;
I want, I want something to feel -
I want all that I love as real.
Reality, too many I -
From I to why, from eye to eye...
I'm just a child getting so old -
Sooner white and later bald.
I have a dream - I'll learn to love,
I need just time, bless from above...
I am afraid, all has an end -
I'm waiting for the soul that's meant.
Journal of Faith
The mighty sky's the church I found,
Trees my temples built in ground.
The Mighty God, he smiles sometimes
When the sun's uncovered by the clouds.
He cries as I'm seldom crying too -
It's not a shame, we all same do;
I feel the winds blessing my soul,
I mourn the past, but forgive all.
Trees my temples built in ground.
The Mighty God, he smiles sometimes
When the sun's uncovered by the clouds.
He cries as I'm seldom crying too -
It's not a shame, we all same do;
I feel the winds blessing my soul,
I mourn the past, but forgive all.
When Life
When life is just a stupid game,
And all the things look the same -
I want to leave all this behind
And take my faith something to find.
There is the hope, there are the dreams,
And nothing here is like it seams -
There is a soul, when we have one,
There is a life, the love we've won.
When life is playing dirty tricks,
I find a smile, the beauty speaks -
Or find a tree under the sky
And learn to fly, higher, high!
And all the things look the same -
I want to leave all this behind
And take my faith something to find.
There is the hope, there are the dreams,
And nothing here is like it seams -
There is a soul, when we have one,
There is a life, the love we've won.
When life is playing dirty tricks,
I find a smile, the beauty speaks -
Or find a tree under the sky
And learn to fly, higher, high!
Nothing New
Nothing new and nothing old
That is all that have been told;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Searching for the soul of dew,
Look around, around the world
How uncovered is the fold;
Look inside, inside the soul -
Maybe we could stop the fall.
Nothing new and nothing old,
There is nothing to be sold;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Those who find the truth are few.
That is all that have been told;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Searching for the soul of dew,
Look around, around the world
How uncovered is the fold;
Look inside, inside the soul -
Maybe we could stop the fall.
Nothing new and nothing old,
There is nothing to be sold;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Those who find the truth are few.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Letting Go
Has been some time since the last time I wrote something, I was not in the mood to express anything. Sometime there is nothing to express or other time when there are so many to express but no words can be found.
I wish I could write more often, I wish...
Letting go
I had to let the bird to fly
From deepest see to highest sky;
I can not love, I can not hate -
Might call it doom, it's simple fate.
It's just a way of letting go,
Going through time, walking in snow;
I'm frozen and icy all around -
The wind is just a silly sound.
One step, the future holds in hand,
There is no thing to understand;
Just grasp whatever life becomes -
The time hides in drums...
I wish I could write more often, I wish...
Letting go
I had to let the bird to fly
From deepest see to highest sky;
I can not love, I can not hate -
Might call it doom, it's simple fate.
It's just a way of letting go,
Going through time, walking in snow;
I'm frozen and icy all around -
The wind is just a silly sound.
One step, the future holds in hand,
There is no thing to understand;
Just grasp whatever life becomes -
The time hides in drums...
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