Night Comes to Life

“Come on, pull harder!”

The other goblins shout to me

As we hold on to our friend

One holding the other, not touching the pages

Afraid to fall back inside

Pulling him out of the book

“Pull, pull, pull!”

And when we’re all out

Ha, what wild things we do

We break, we scream

We infect everything with sticky green

We laugh our hearts out, we jump!

A mess is our talent!

And the light chases us away

With the sound of the awakening

We run and trip and fall

And jump, all of us together

Back to the pages

Back inside;

To our world

Mine Ace Youthful Aphrodite

Bring me my plate of sushi, dear

And let me love you more

No, I’d love you still without it, so much

Just a bit less

Stomach full, time to play

So come learn the rules, dear

And let us see who wins

Well, tired now, my moon is up

Go to sleep, dear

Let your dreams carry you away

Now that dreams stopped deceiving you, and are over

Let us go dance, dear

Dance to the music of our own desires

And after our legs tire

Let us drink, dear

Raise a glass to everything that can be raised a glass to

For us!

And when our heads are heavy with dizziness

Let us talk and open our hearts, dear;

Talk of our philosophies, wishes, memories and ideal dreams

Later, after no words are left to say

And our moon rises again

Let us dream once more, dear

A common dream for me and you

Next day, when the sun shines us back to reality

Let us adventure, dear

And do and go through all that we want

The laughs, the smiles, the cries, the heat of our hearts …

I Choose

You !

You are more than my lover

You are more than my friend

You are more than anything that exists and maybe exists not

You are… and will always be… my one and only

Mine

Ace

Youthful

Aphrodite

Marketplace

The little kid down he went

To see the marketplace

Where different flavors grew

And he saw the different kinds

And learned each object

What it meant

Friend, is he who guides you to the end

With you

sails across the sea, in good weather and bad.

Lover is one that holds you back not at all

But who helps you to your dreams

And he being one of them too.

Time is sensed until you change form

Time is not the same to all, a minute can be his two.

Addiction is there in many flavors he saw

Even the rotten sometimes, addiction is there.

Let the wise think

And the dumb talk

Or let it be the other way around, for human behavior is a weirdo.

The tired goes to sleep, no need to rush,

No need to climb cliffs if your body says no.

There were beliefs; beings, meanings, life and what not

 And there was science and philosophy

Where the light found out about the stars.

And a smile made the day

A fish swam until it was caught

He was smart,

after “smart” was defined and compared to him

And a book we read, a new adventure through we went

And an unmoving chapter makes a story boring

A bark of a cat

A bark of a dog

To see the unseen

To pay for the items

All this happened in the marketplace

Where many different flavors grew

And a little kid wrote this all

For us to read; me and you

Sad Violin’s Comfort

What is it with bad mood

That everyone is so much addicted to it

It is the drugs we cannot stop taking

And when a long time passes without it

We suddenly go mad, and break wildly

Love, loss, loneliness …

Let the wounds bleed,

and all that poisonous blood pour out

You only lose what you feel you lost

You only love what you can hate

You feel lonely when you are not whole with yourself

The moment when you enjoy the pain

The moment of unwanted discoveries

The moment of undesired thinking

When thorns grow in a flowery field

you’ve been working in for long

And it just keeps you back

Wasting your time and ruining the flowers

Or, when you forget a rotten tomato for a long time

Without throwing it away, or taking care of it

And the smell becomes unbearable

Let the poets tell of their depression with words

The singers with songs

And the others in what other way they relate to

And let meanings speak

and feelings play us like stringed puppets

Let the body become immune to it all

And used to this darkness, accepting it

Trying to change its form

and the violin plays a sad song …  

Song of Death

Come bitches, I offer my body as bate

My own blood

Waiting for them in this endless night

Light turned on, waiting for a shadow to appear

And when it comes, I shall help it to its death

I’m sick of its bites, leaving its marks for all to see its triumphs

Awakening the phantoms within

The rage of a peaceful creature

Eyes of the sleepless

Heavy as heavy can ever be

So come, bitches, I offer my own tasty blood!

Come, so I can help you to your eternal sleep

And sing you the song of death  

(Damned mosquitoes) 

My Sweet Sweet Luna

Rise for me Luna

My light of imagination

I don’t know why

I don’t know when

But you became the bringer of fantasy, the bringer of memories

Tell me what creatures you know of

so I’ll make ideas shaped in their metaphoric image

It is true I believe not in them,

but their image is useful

High on fantasy, drunk out of reality

Too realistic in reality

Aware of the difference, and aware of my game

I ware not signs of my religions, or

supernatural beings belonging to my beliefs

for I have none other than those already in existence

Rise for me Luna

And let the howls rise

And the screams alight

And forms change

And the monsters become wild

Rise for me Luna

Light of my precious imagination

Give me a kiss of creativity

And carry me away on your ship of fantasies

I tell you this my dear sweet sweet Luna

If you were a story

You would have been a good story

Magical Ink

What kind of ink does your love use?

What is this ink that can’t get erased?

What kind of trickery, what kind of madness?!

Pages remain full of words stained with this special ink

Scratches hide the written words

But they remain

I just have to remember not to open on previous pages

Where words are lost with ink

Where the stains of unclear ink is all that can be seen

No meaning behind it, just the pains of it all

Laughter, friends, adventures

and all the things that are loved to be enjoyed

They know how to burn some pages

But ink stained the pages

Forgotten ink

And all these good things

Try to burn the stained pages

And the flames are the hope reflected in my eyes

They warm you in cold nights