2014

New Year

01/01/14

Winter is so cold in here

and every face around

is long and sad

and just smiles away.

Strong has the old mother held

the child's small hand in vain

he is just gone

he has just ran away.

So the new year has come

while everywhere is cold

all my good thoughts

have just turned into a flare.

I everyone around

know they will pass and go

like any wave the pain

swallowed forever again.

The Mountain

09/01/2014

She roars with a sneeze

That she rules to remind us.

The Loop

18/02/14

It is everything ephemeral that weighs

on every thought otherwise light

like a paradox lost within the rhymes

Calling a name will not suffice once more

falling in vain will not pursue your new goal

it is the light that makes you so dark inside

And so you learn to walk and walk around

since you were a toddler to discover any site

that in your mind was always there and right

Your mind plays tricks and keeps doing it now

you loose control and wander in some skies

where there is life but nothing gently dies

Rolling and rolling once twice and trice

into the ground there seems to only be life

deep inside and damp is this lonely site

It is called the loop and like the ring it chains

you in into dark and rusty binding pain

and into this prison fallen nobody escapes.

Shorted and busted

05/05/2014

He is done and dusted

some shorty is gone by this time

like an old video trying to rime.

Call the man with the drunken wife

she got the remedy to go with time

Napoleon is dead and dead again

two centuries or more of glory found

like the man that out of the raging wave

looks behind at the storming sea

tired but certain that life is not at stake

because the witches'spell found no grace

in the divine line of god's cruel mind.

They whispered some word

softly he called

swiftly he turned

and in the grave he fell.

I find some words emptying the universe

so small can it be?

so great could he be?

and nothing else might be!

If he drank one more sip

Noah could be out of job

'cause the shorty like a fish

swallowed history and spit behind

where the human still searches his time.

Another race should not be raised

for the pain of the restless mind

knows no happiness in glory and shines

only in the darkness where nothing ever

this king could bury by the treasure's side.

He is Napoleon and today he's dead

not for the commoner busy on the streets

to buy and consume and his family smiles

for happiness is not about him to mind.