Soul Damnation

 If the answer to every question is love
why does everyone still hold on to rage
and hate and sorrow and pain and hurt
and there is no hope for tomorrow?

I have wished that we would be able
to hold on to love and focus on it 
to gather strength to fight life's turmoil
but now I see we're doomed
because it's our soul damnation

We're not only pieces of the same puzzle
but we cannot love ourselves
so we will not love anyone else.

For us, it seems, there's no soul salvation.

A love of my own

 I have loved you 
and adored you
I have worshipped you
and tried to ignore you

But nothing really feels the same anymore

I have dwelt in thoughts of your arms
and your kiss and your heart
I have rendered a thousand dreams
and had so many visions of what we could be

But nothing really feels the same anymore

I'm still here waiting to see whatever happens
though I guess I've lost my momentum
for making you feel my love
because you said you weren't available
some times no more

I wish you'd see what I see
I wish you come running close to me
not in person, because I know we can't,
but sending me a letter that I wouldn't forget.

Burn

Don't crash, just burn
Don't reborn as a phoenix, just combust as the crow
Burn your fire for no witness
Every second that you just burn
Hyperadrenaline it's always your turn
Burn your fire for every witness

Epiphanies

 So I've learned lately
that thoughts are stronger than belief itself
and that seeing you crumble and cry
didn't make me lose any respect for you
on the contrary, it made the feeling stronger
than I could ever imagine our link could fly.

Though I still don't know why you can't love me..
WAIT... as I wrote this I've just realized:
it's not that you love them all more than me,
no, it's just that pure true love is something else
that once opened and unchained its precious lock
nothing in the universes can withstand...
is it that?

Oh gosh, it's the dawn advancing again 
and there becomes the windmill in the brain
restarting just for another day to play the game

I wonder if I've been losing all this time?
WAIT : as I wrote I've just realized,
I'm having epiphanies so some victories are mine ;)

I am yours as night and day

I am the eternal night and yet the stars within 
I'm ashes but the remaining ember that may reignite once more
I'm shadows but the definitive streak of light 
I'm thunder but also its lighting, sharp and precise
I'm rain but its warmth on your skin.

Pestle and Mortar

Here is the beginning of the World: you'll marinate through moments in life, toast it twice, drop some of the best honey into paradise, but in the end it all gets mixed, grinded and turned into a powdered mix to season someone else's life.

The question now resides:

what connects you and I
is it as omnipresent and wide
like dark matter itself,
or is just a bright shooting star
that crosses the sky
and eventually says goodbye?

 ... the thought that I could let them go and not even miss them it does cross my mind and it's a bit scary at the same time...

Tragic Jokers

 Do we make jokes to survive
or do we find joy in sadness?

Is it just the tragical comedy of life
that we're living, 
or do we sear because we're alive? 

How will we know it the joy we feel is true?

Will we ever have our blessed peace
in our arms?

Do tragic jokers deserve to be happy?

I thought I had ceased the questioning,
had shed the darkness into the light,
but now it seems I can never be fully alright.

I still wonder if all it takes is you,
or are you always just and only,
eternally bound
to be a tragic joker like me.

To be a being...

 To be a being that doesn't know how to be
I'm always just too sober and with nowhere to go

Seldom I think of running away with you
but I still know you're no good for me
or for yourself

I never try to find the will to overcome it
I only fight to go on and do it
'cause if I think about it I won't

Knowing that it's not worth it
anything you do
won't matter a thing
and everything's been written
I'm just a clown in this game