Safe Haven

to have someone's arms to run to
as a private haven to feel safe
my love should always prevail
as the true home for my wholeness

his blue eyes as the sea
his lips that mean more than me

it rains often in my world
but if I could I would be
singing in the rain
to wash all the pain

a rather dreamy goal
to encounter my perfect love
who can smother the screams
from my mind and from my soul

I wish, I wish
his wavy hair and bronzed skin
just mine to feel within

Ain't no grave (can hold my body down), by Johnny Cash

There ain't no grave can hold my body down 
There ain't no grave can hold my body down 
When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground 
Ain't no grave can hold my body down 

Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see? 
I see a band of angels and they're coming after me 
Ain't no grave can hold my body down 
There ain't no grave can hold my body down 

Well, look down yonder Gabriel, put your feet on the land and sea 
But Gabriel don't you blow your trumpet 'til you hear it from me 
There ain't no grave can hold my body down 
Ain't no grave can hold my body down 

Well, meet me Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air 
And if these wings don't fail me I will meet you anywhere 
Ain't no grave can hold my body down 
There ain't no grave can hold my body down 

Well, meet me mother and father, meet me down the river road 
And momma you know that I'll be there when I check in my load 
Ain't no grave can hold my body down 
There ain't no grave can hold my body down 
There ain't no grave can hold my body down

A world of bittersweet childhood

I hate the world we live in,
where the sweetness of life is tainted
by the abuses on children
exploited in cocoa plantations,
recollecting diamonds in rivers
of blood of innocents flowing,
as they're forced to fight in wars
that were never their own.

With a blackened heart and a thunderous mind
the charcoal slips down from my teary eyes
and the roaring comes down my spine
as it sprays from my mouth into the sky.

It's the Malalas of this world
in their innocent, pure belief
that it can all be possible
if we wish for it,
maybe loud enough
it will reach the snobbish men
and the devilish ones too.

May our hearts be strong
may our bodies resist
and our minds to the storm
that men insist on
for there's too many dying
and too many in pain
to keep feeding only the rich
and not the poor, it's insane!

May our souls stop being raped
may we be free to play outside
and our small bodies grow shaped
to face the winds of a troubled tide.

I am the Autumnal Sun, by Henry David Thoreau

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature 
-- not his Father but his Mother stirs 
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims 
kindredship with us, and some globule 
from her veins steals up into our own.

I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
When will the harvest or the hunter's moon
Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
I am all sere and yellow,
And to my core mellow.
The mast is dropping within my woods,
The winter is lurking within my moods,
And the rustling of the withered leaf
Is the constant music of my grief... 

This was supposed to be the Future!
But guess what, I've seen the Future and we're all so f*cked!

Wake up and check reality

We are not infinite
and our souls aren't untarnished;
the prisons are real
the pain and the suffer too

but no

no one admits it
no one says it out loud
there's no bright side of the story
no other way of seeing things

you are born:
not of the love of your parents
not for being special or unique
because you don't exist as yourself
until it's too late to love you
too late to find you filled with cuteness

you are born because everyone else is,
because they need you to be used for their purposes
you're just toilet paper: usable and discarded.

Yes, I am what you call a pessimist
just because I'm lucid, I see the truth

and truth does not set me free
or feeds my ATM.

If you would ever stop to think about it
you'd realize it
and the sadness of it all
I can't promise you'll overcome it
after your conscience is awake
In fact, I think there's no coming back.

Love's sorrow tales

Oh my heart, oh my sorrow, my woe for no tomorrow...

My blue heart drowns in your rain, you're the thunder in my head.
They say no one can take away our soul, no one can diminish our spirit,
but what if your soul is empty, what if our spirit was crushed?
and the only one who can shed light in my mind, defeating all nightmares terrorists,
is always far away?
and I don't even know if he would be willing to face this grim venture
to stay with me close together forever.

One day I'll kill it, just to feel the pleasure of not hearing its constant roar anymore.

Invictus, by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

Colorful Love

You've got rainbows shining from your smile

and your hair is like honey wheat that I anxiously weave

I love you, it's as simple as that.

Even far, I can feel you sigh and I wear your skin,
my dream man, my eternal lullaby.

You've got the ocean and the cliffs in your eyes,

that reflect all my favourite colours

I make love with you, it's as simple as that.

Even far, I can feel the sand beneath your feet
and the foam that lingers on the shore.