Just like blood

What I like, is what I have already seen
I never expected to make it this way, it was life
Am I the one to blame? Perhaps…
But the “who” I am now, is what I chose to be

The mistakes, the shadows…
The shinning victories, the love…
This is all my inheritance to life
The simple verses of my thoughts

When you walk forward, you create
When you create, you unfold
Unfolding my possibilities brought me pain
But the pain made me a man, killing the poet

The poet brought me pleasure
The pleasure brought me freedom
The freedom brought me love
And the love trapped my soul

After the war was fought, I took a moment…
I thought about the battles, the combats
And chose to contemplate my graveyard
Shutting myself down, to alleviate the sorrows

But then I forgot, that as everyone knows,
After every storm, the calm awaits
But I kept my eyes shut, the hope was gone
I left my inspiration locked, inside the rock

And the lights got shut down
The curtains drown
As the flame slowly froze
But my hope, was kept alive…

… And now, it’s time to write.

For T.

Life as it is

sometimes a story, can reflect the inside of one person. Not even the facts transform, but perhaps get enriched by the reflection of that person´s mind, their love and their abbility to imagine.

How many times have we told the right story, the real facts?, when would it be much better to have put our minds in that simple state, where things are just the way we want them to be like?

When did I loose the power of making my creativity lead my actions and perhaps create the stories... making them real... giving them power and life, and even some people may not think it is the right thing to do... Who are they to tell?

What is the difference between understanding life and living life?, that those who want to understand, most of the times get more lost and end up living up the facts...while those who dare to live... can see beyond, and can make a simple story.. the greatest adventure of their life.

There is no difference between saying what you want, or saying what it was, if at the end... you get through the right message and give life a chance to show how fantastic it really is.

SDIH (2005)

Inspiration

Silence, absence, dead
Obscure path to anywhere
Random, chaos, love
Fragile senses of a human soul

Whisper, shadow, breath
Signals of life in an empty space
Master, normal, fear
Symptoms of pain from a broken dream

Murmuring master ideas
Waking of a brilliant mind
Drinking essence from a Diva
Divine creation of art.

SDIH (2004)