Friday, January 29

"To Move On"



I better fit with people to whom am something.
Something that has a raw meaning.
It’s difficult to understand people
But once you know them it’s smooth as silk, to live rest with them.
Am affected by vi-virus, that’s stuck in my head.
I can live with it without being overwhelmed.
I make sure every night the door is locked safe and sound,
So that you don’t burst forth in my skull.
You grew all over my body and psyche.
But your roots…
Am going to pull it off naked but it’s questionable.
Or maybe one day and that day is mine.
I see you be impaired and wrecked.
I won’t laugh at you to keep the difference between our souls.
Am erasing my memories, everything that I could remember being with you.
It isn’t a solution or clarification of what I really need.
All I need is that you never understand.

Thursday, January 28

journey

Through the windows,
I could see the parallel tracks traveling with me.
Rusty brown tracks and pale pink sky made the evening.
To an unknown place,
That's never read in books.
I could see the scarecrows smiling at me with big wide bright eyes.
Cause am the little gypsy.
Am still a young kid with that vibe.
All I do is travel, travel through long days and cold nights.
There are a millions around me but non I know.
I kept my words to come back.
She would be waiting.

I have to walk till I find her.

Monday, January 11

The Walk

[pic by theboytheory]


Walking over the pavements staring up in the sky like a daydreamer.
I walked all day long.
Am in search for ‘one’.
I couldn’t find it loyal.
So I left and walked on.
Over the pavements.
With a smile and all that I could give to a hobo was small change.
Not enough to buy a candy.
And that’s all am left with.
And I continued over the pavements.
Again.
This time alone and sweaty,
Under the sun,
Towards the shore.
To find a raft,
To cross the seas,
To find an isle.
To breed.
To cherish.
To live.
And give birth to my smile on dope,
That which never was complete.
I will build my pathways.
With the missing pieces of my puzzled story that I hardly remember.
And walk over them.
Again,
Over the pavements.
The walk never ends till the Gypsy in me die of rheumatic.
And until I find my albatross.

The Line

It is meant to be the way it is to be, deeper it goes, better cutting yourself with a butter knife, it hurts more, I don’t want to ...