Friday, September 30, 2011

waiting. for the crash to take place. but disappointed.
will collide tomorrow?

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


Exhaled smoke is not always as thick as you wish it would be
It gets troubled in between the thick atmosphere
and fades rather quickly
Though you can still arrange the columns of dreams
even if they will not reward you enough for it
They are still the most meaningful combinations
And their sense will guarantee itself
throught the nights and the dreams
that are not burdened by physical discomfort
or sudden, killing alarm rings
that kill memories too

Dreams are memories, 
if you are not yet aware of it.
Just write them down, maybe it will help
to build down the better
of molecules
in the atmosphere

Very Unoriginal Verses and Structure (Whatever Was Meant By Then)

The discussion remains
And the body still lays in between
Outside still screams against the violence and the inside still roars
Against the silence and the waves that insist to come
Looming still is the menace, everlasting and still unsolved

A war still establishes itself, solid and concrete
While, sometimes, distraction itself invades the plot
As if a whole generation of wild nature grew its deepest weed
And broke easily the own structure's weakest spot
But distraction is blewn away by any wind

A claim is made, by the absence of any other,
that the battle is to go on
Soldiers galore, there is energy for enough violence to support
But not enough to lose or to win
Each throw of each blow brings closer the final step,
the death of one side yet to begin
But will any of each survive without the other within?

The discussion remains,
dressed as an angst apparently long knewn by the ones who watch
Though, still, both warriors face the same raging rains,
and living tears will merciless still crush
them both