The Blueberries Lament

I would yield you my whole heart
but unfortunately there was someone
before you
who tore it apart.

Through the neon lights
and smoke signs
I could see you
shining at me
with the vivid colors of dawn.

Pressed between my lips
were just three words
dying to be heard by you
in the mess of that red bar.

Now the foggy memories
come to me one by one
as I take a drink and then another
just to forget how many they are.

Lean on me, don't be scared,
I'm actually always here for you
and whenever you're not there
I'll just have a drink for you.

You came closer and I was in the sky,
drawn to you as a ray of light,
we could never be apart
since I saw you in that bar.

Drinking the woe away
now I realize you are here to stay
and suddenly I remember no more
the pain that knocked once at my door.

Reflections

Went for a stroll on the park,
saw old people sitting on the benches,
as the young ones were playing on the grass
with the dogs excited and free to bark.

Reached the water line at the large pond,
and reflected in the starry mirror there were
the memories that are now so fond to me.

In the everlasting garnished thought,
saw the lines on the faces of the old people
showing off serenity in the water,
and the sparkling laughters of the young ones
just playing on that same pond.

As I walked underneath the trees,
with birds announcing warmer days,
I remembered what the sky says
in those times that the shy sun appears.

He whispers that there's always beauty
to be seen in the eyes of the beholder
for whenever it gets darker
the flowers will always be pretty
even if it gets colder.

Worthless

In times of diamonds and pearls
I found myself stuck in a little jewellery box.
Shattered to pieces, and once in that way divided,
there's nothing left to subtract.

Shiny dust sprinkled on the other fake jewels,
as they gossip and stare, pointing me
with their viperous tongues.

I used to shine so bright, like a star;
they were always jealous of me,
and now, I still shine, but into pieces.

So small are the pieces, so free is how I feel,
that being among and touching them
feels like I'm blessing them with a bit of shine.

All in all, all the jewels are worthless,
if they can't make you shine on your own.

Trainspotting (quotation)

Choose life. 

Choose a job. 

Choose a career. 

Choose a family. 

Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. 

Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. 

Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. 

Choose a starter home. 

Choose your friends. 

Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. 

Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. 

Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. 

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. 

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. 

Choose life... 

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

Point of no return

Circles of corporations swallow me down

there's no place to hide, nowhere to escape

only when I stop and get refuge in you

I am a better man.

Sure as once economy 

was defined by, 

they said, 

the rational distribution

of  supposedly scarce goods, 

they're just too greedy

and now plunged in abbundance.

We're living in the wasteland

no one really cares

as long as they got their chevies

and the life of a rock & roll band.

What's the point of wanting more than you need,

what are you going to do with so much waste

no wonder you always think you need more space. 

What's the point of so much high-technology

if you don't put it for good use?

It's the point of no return for society,

the smallest circle in the middle of the pond

of money and greed, just drowning,

I guess humanity will never succeed.

Let me take you to the water flood
Where you can wash away your tears
If you tell me: “it’s better now”
I’ll just give away for you my fears.

I can hear the silence of the water
Can you wash away my pain and grief?
I believe, despite all you taught her,
She will remain always the big thief.

Can you find me a magnificent willow
So that i can lay down in the shadow?
We’ ll spend all our lives far away
And you’ll see that it’s just like I say.

The walls of madness

Stuck in a full room
with an empty soul
my body decays soon
and my mind went for a stroll.
I can't see the walls
they're closing down on me
as I yell at them to see
that my spirit falls.
All around me
anywhere I look
I see a number that repeats
one-one-one, they say to me
it's in every page of every book
it is when madness speaks.

Beauty lingers...

In the end of the day
I've harvested the sun
with the sapience of an old man.

Her words were as big as her smile
and I touched her hair made of waves
as gentle as the sea
and thought to myself:
have you ever tasted so much beauty?

Wild horses racing in my chest
as my heart felt closer to her,
and her warmth, her scent,
were touching me with soft fingers.

Standing as one, our shadow in the sunset,
reminded me of a picture hung in a museum
named after her and built by me.

When she left, emptiness started crawling in,
and as I watched her leave I thought to myself:
just as the sun rising and setting,
everyday, her beauty lingers.

A heart is just a neighbourhood for Love

My heart has no vacant lots.
Going just around the corner,
I see its many blocks,
I tried to warn her.

There's a quarter for misery and pain,
with hedges of the dimmest stone,
a yard for those out of the game,
and another for the friends who moan.

Just on the right side of this quarter,
there are tall shiny buildings made of glass,
I often go all the way to its border
always bearing the fear of some crash.

The south sections of my crowded heart
are dropping small quantities of blood,
it's a leaking problem of some part
that once in a while sink me in mud.

It bleeds so that I know I'm alive
It's reality conquering from within
needing to remind myself to strive
above all and in my beloved's heart lean.

Life is the starting stand-up comedian that entertains us till Death comes to close the curtain