Labyrinth of Doubt

The wind cries
following my song
the sky cries
tear-drops on the pages
of the book that I read

Do you study time?
I float in a Japanese fight
Energy flowing
a nightbird makes sounds
ghosts appear walking in the clouds
a beautiful demon appears
to tend to the deep wounds
Do you study time?

"They will never understand my child
All they do is numb and agree
so that they will not hurt you
Eager to forget they seem
A truth maniac like you, is not wanted"

Yes..
They will never understand...
Nobody ever did...
Talk and talk
like dancing sticks they all agree
its the same old recipe
A truth maniac that talks to himself

Come on...
Give me some advice...
show me how superior you think you are...
Show me how many things you know...
Show me if you are great enough to teach me...

If you are then you take over the burden
of teaching and preaching
and being the only subject to experiment on
This labyrinth seems to have no way out
I lost Arriadne's web, can't get out now...
Need wings to fly out, like Daedalus did
with his son Icarus, I'd fly to the sun too
to see how it is to fall in the void
a feeling from the ancient times
are you jealous of my myths and stories?
You got none to tell... do you... teacher my ass...

Come on...
teach me about life
teach me about death
teach me about anything you want...
but you know nothing...
all your life you lived in your shell
seeking for someone to break you out
well stay there and eat it
I'm out, you're out
Everybody's out...

Poems, poems, poems...

The first to gain,
the second to reign,
the third for a master,
the rest ode to disaster.

To read
to write
to love
to fight

you need beers,
you need heart
you need a human
to kill the shark
to feed your wrath

Fill the paper with words
words of your own brain sand
resonate to the astral sequence
read the stars and hear your brothers

You need cars
you need luxury
you need friends
you need creativity

Until death takes you in his chariot
think of what you leave behind
a rotten corpse full of gold and money
or a shovel filled with books to be read

Poems, poems, poems, poems
fire, water, soil, air

Resonate with the astral sequence
ask yourself for guidance
and words will be quick
coming out of nowhere
bringing you inside....

Inside the palace of property.....

Nicotine Excess

Hurricanes hide
in my chest
ravaging
wanting for more
burning everything in their way
looking for something to put them down
nicotine painkiller

Luckily,
spitting blood
forms a solid
and considered
decision

Quit it, NOW
or die for good...