Early morning dreams

On early mornings I watch the moon
on one hand, and the dawn on my other hand,

You are my moon sister, 

while you dawn are my brother.

With a bow tightly drawn back

I can shoot for the dancing stars in front of 

my eyes. I count you all for being my prizes

just like pieces of sweet candies on the tip

of my tongue, others I dreamly plan to 

plant them like flower seeds in spring 

to offer the the moon to caress and the stars

to illuminate. If only my dreams could

be realized then I know that I am like

a free spirit and alive.

  

Little scars ....

Here I am baring my scars and 
there are people calling me brave 
and this is never what I wanted. 
I wanted to show you my scars 
because I feel like a fraud and 
I wanted to show you my scars 
so you would know how pathetic 
I really am but you don't understand, 
my scars are not battle wounds, 
they are not badges I've earned, 
I do not wear them proudly, 
my scars are representative of all the times I
 was too weak to fight those battles, 
my scars are surrenders and do not call me brave 
if I didn't even bother fighting.
 I wanted to show you my scars so 
you would stop telling me how strong 
I am because I am not strong,
 I am weak and I am still hiding from you
 because you think these scars are things
 I have overcome but these scars are the 
very things that haunt me and who are
 you to know what I am going through 
simply because I have told you?
 I am falling apart and these scars are reopening,
 I am falling apart at the seams and you are 
calling me a hero but heroes do not hate themselves
 like this. Here I am baring my scars and there are 
people calling me brave and this is never what I wanted. 

Fraud

The taughts of a Alcatraz prison.

Here I am living in this hell hole

for such a long time that my memory

has left me a long time ago, and this 

is never what I wanted out of life.

I wanted the world to know that I am a 

fraud and show you my scars, so you can

imagine what a pathetic life I really had.

Don't try to guess why I'm in this hell hole,

I'm not your alter boy but rather a time 

which I faught battles with my head and

heart. You see this place I spent over 30

years with nothing to do, just a couple

hours at night in the fresh air, but this

was my prison. Did I deserve this,

my mother always said "Boy don't be

like your daddy..." but really never said

why. Was I born devil or just life that

had decided to punish me, for what I

still don't know. Scars are etched deep

in my soul so deep that even the 

devil was scared to come near me.

Baring my scars to the world was not

written in my destiny, otherwise I would

not be here in this hell hole.  Today

these scars still haunt me and dear

reader who are you to say "ho I believe you"

just because I'm writing it down, but do you

really believe me?

Don't call me devil or brave, I'm not either

and no one would believe you, because it's

not what I wanted to die in this cage like an

animal, did I deserve this ending, only me and

conscience knows.

 

 

Life

Life is not ALL crystal clear

 An illusion of clarity and colors,

but unfortunately it's not the case 

for all humans around this world.

Wise man

A wise man once told me...
worrying doesn't take away
TOMORROW'S TROUBLES,

it takes away
TODAY'S PEACE
and that HIT ME DEEP.

A little like today around our world,

people with no scruples taking advantages

of those who can't defend themselves.

It might give you the feeling of being 

in charge of this world, but in reality

it's just a passing illusion that the day

you pass, you will regret for eternity.

Keep searching for a reason in the books

of your behavior and what's left.

NOTHING...

Your permission

Do WE have to ask permission 

                to think 

differently than YOU do? 

charro

CHARRO means :

is historically the horseman from the countryside, 
the Ranchero, who lived and worked in the haciendas
 and performed all his tasks on horseback, 
working mainly as vaqueros and caporales, among other jobs

With eyes that hide the man within

You see behind the eyes of, other men
You've lived and died and come to life again
And now you stand alone at the crossroads of your mind
You've left your yesterdays behind..
But which road leads you to tomorrow?
Charro...

You've turned your back on yesterday
Betrayed a man who swore he'd make you pay
For when you left you took his pride away
You know he'll never let you break away so easily
You'll have to fight, before you're free
But how much more time can you borrow?
Charro...

Now in a single moment your past grows dim
One thought goes racing across your mind
You ride to meet the woman you stole from him
Oh no!...Charro don't go!...
Charro don't go!!...

There's something hanging, in the wind
Your past is catching up and closing in
You've been halfway to hell and back again
And now you laugh in the devil's face
with your last breath...
You'll run a race with life and death...
But will you live to see tomorrow?

Charro...

NB: Photo not mine, but if you own the rights to

it, please let me know & I will remove it.