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.