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Chains Of RealityDon’t you wish to just rewind the past
And live a life from the start at last?
Wishes like that never come true
And there is nothing you can do.
You do not understand how the World looks.
You try to comprehend it through books,
Though reality sometimes is not what you desire
And you become the greatest liar!
You break chains with your pen,
And get out of the darkest den,
You discover a brand new place,
Where happiness and peace will us embrace.
Alas, it is all a dream, you are still trapped,
In cold metal you are wrapped.
You cannot face it, it is too sad,
And if you do, it will drive you mad.
Identity CrisisMy writings are scattered all over the place,
They cannot regain their former grace.
What happened to me? Did I lose my belief?
I am I already an autumn leaf?
Where is my muse? I need to find her!
Without this girl I cannot be a poet or a writer.
Who will I become then? I do not know!
Maybe the death wind away will me blow!
Once more I experience the identity crisis,
No one knows when it disappears or rises,
I try to find a new path by following the old,
Am I in search of love and in search of gold.
What is my aim now, since she is no more?
Thoughts made my mind a field of war:
Like foreign bombs questions fall
And answers break my mind's wall!
Life and Grass in A StreamAs I sat before the searing desert wastes
Beside the celestial flow of Adam's Ale
Did I suddenly come to this sensational realization with gripping haste:
Mortal life is like grass floating in a stream at great pace!
A blade rises from the reaches of the Earth
As does a child birth forth from the womb,
Growing taller and stronger as time passes by.
As the infant blade beholds the stream,
We children behold the world with helpless incomprehension;
Struggling to make sense of it all.
Then suddenly with the eastern dawning of one sun
Is everything we know no more,
The time of comfort and blissful ignorance undone.
As is the blade thrust into t
Media naranjaA veces pienso
en pequeñas escenas cotidianas
como verte salir por la puerta
o cómo tus labios se acercan a los míos.
Son sólo pensamientos,
pero me alegran el día
sólo porque estás en ellos
o porque existes, no importa que no aparezcas.
Y aquí sentado te miro y siento
que no nos hace falta hablar para entendernos
ambos sabemos que el otro piensa "¡Que hambre!"
y que hasta ahora esto era romántico.
Pero las cosas cambian,
sólo con que uno de los dos lo decida;
a pesar de todo, el romanticismo sigue latente en los pequeños detalles
como cada uno de los trazos de
Bound ones heart.Bound ones heart.
Hope rays like sun rise in the morning as I step into my reality yet again.
A wondering feeling breaks into my peace and I find myself seeking answers.
Morning is so pleasant and free. There is yet to be an issue beside the physical.
But mind and heart slip into consciousness one after another, reminding me of trial.
I stand and reach fluently for answers in my own way. Thoughts seem to race.
Sufferings bondage holding me, and the keys to said chains hidden from site.
Guiding whispers through transcendental light pass through the veil, a helpful hand.
Overwhelming loving kindness fulfilling my need for more within, so ea
Estupefacientes a mitad de precioConsoladores
de esperanza esparcidos en el mercado
esperando encontrar a un dueño afortunado;
de ideales con un delicioso gran futuro
deseando moldear la vida de algún mendrugo;
Pero ¿qué esperas conseguir?
¿qué esperas obtener?
la felicidad eterna aún no se ha inventado.
Existen las preguntas y no las respuestas,
pero siempre es más fácil ignorar esta evidencia:
¡Tranquilos! Esas preguntas no son adecuadas.
¡Calmaos! Vuestras dudas no están bien enfocadas.
y un mar de crédulos amantes de la mala ciencia.
Ahora venid todos aquí
que con este postulado
voy a proporcionaros el mejor calmante
que jamás se
Flesh and BoneFlesh and Bone
While my walks a little jagged
And my legs, not so stead fast
I am thankful that I'm breathing
And hope that it shall last
I would pace the ward if I could
My legs, stiff, incompetent
If I could change myself, I would
To do away with the malcontent
I wish only for one thing
A simple request, It's true
Respect and enjoy the days you can live in
Before they are taken away from you.
L'espoir c'est le grand soir et les matins qui chantent
C'est l'esprit libéré des rêves qui le hantent
L'oisillon dans son nid attendant la becquée
Chacun y a sa place, ni dernier ni premier.
La venue d'un enfant à la femme infertile
Tout le peuple d’Égypte guettant la crue du Nil.
C'est voir que la Nature de nous tous est la mère
L'espoir c'est aujourd'hui le paradis sur terre
L'espoir c'est le soir, c'est aussi le matin
Je vais y arriver, aujourd'hui ou demain
Le rêve d'une vie enfin réalisé.
Instant après instant, des perles alignées
Punk Isn't DeadPunk isn't dead.
It wears a shirt and tie.
It settled down and had children.
It started obsessing about its 'career'.
It cut all its old friends out of its life - the family comes first, you understand.
It doesn't want to change the world anymore.
It doesn't want to sing or dance.
It doesn't want to cause a fuss, what would the neighbours think?
It doesn't want to formulate new ideas - it has to live in 'the real world' and thinks you should too.
It doesn't like looking in the mirror, these days.
It hopes its children will follow their dreams.
It hopes its children will be what they couldn't.
It is telling its children to 'get a job'.
It is t
Final Project- EmbersKindling, the start of life and fire all the same
And without a single starting point all fires lose their flames
As such with life when babies rear their heads and limbs quite lame
And preparing for such spark of life, it all starts outs so tame.
The sticks and twigs and underbrush I collected and prepared,
And worried about every piece, to see if it was fair,
And when I placed the brush and leaves I made sure to take care,
And finally I lit a match to start this blazing flare.
My blaze takes breath, inhales the air
His heart now starts to beat
It’s slow at first, yet as I stare
I begin to feel some heat
He’s grown a bit, not
What I ThinkWhat I Think
I think that the world would be pretty lame
If everyone in it was exactly the same
gAmes we plAyRich girls steal
Pretty girls lie
Smart girls play dumb
and dumb girls try to be all of the above.
Roses are red
violets are blue
I am in your head
and this is my gift to you.
I play many games
that's what girls do.
I play the ones for the insane
because fantasy is true.
I play with your mind
I play with your heart
I play with your life
I play with my dart.
It's a dare
tough or smart
I don't care
If it's fate that favors me
then luck has nothing on me
if it's work that does me well
then everything else goes to hell.
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