diumenge, 8 d’abril de 2012

Pointless paths

Moving again as I can't find my place,
don't know where I am or just where I'll lay
the places I love are too far away,
the places I am are those which I hate,
the people around, I don't give a damn,
tomorrow, I'll see them, but won't know their names.

Can't cope with the one people expect,
my choices are driven straight to nowhere,
I'm doomed to be who I just can't love,
I'd love to break through but I lost all hope,
and in the meanwhile I survive, don't live,
all my words are dumb, my body's stiff.

All along the way, I leave tones of corpses,
dreams, expectations, ideas, remorses,
and sometimes, I also, write some shitty poems.

divendres, 19 d’agost de 2011

bleach you

You call yourself a family man, stuck in a distorted history made by your rules
in moral values rooted in the past.

My brothers are strangers, my timeline is a curve, smoking when it's deadly, not drinking to forget, I want to watch the Pope making porn with a nun.

Your wife, white trash hardcore believer,was bought in eviction, you see her as your property and treat her as a mule.

My partner is an individual, she's one, with me, we are two, for me a family man is far from being you.

And then you come to my place, just tell me what's your truth, try to sell me your bullshit, my offer...screw you.

dimecres, 30 de març de 2011

small town runaway

cracked glass returns a crack image which you can't recall yours, which shows nothing but flaws. Smoked windows which don't let intrusive eyes break in have block the light and tamed the devouring monsters fed by need.

No needs, no fears, now open your eyes as there is no will.

divendres, 26 de novembre de 2010


Spread over the sky of a decayed civilization.
These are the last terrible years of authority.
The disease has reached its crisis,
Ten thousand years of power.

Now shout out to the media: “United We Stand!”
They shall continue blind among the blind.
Deaf to the word, so clear, so strong,
It’s been told before, addOur day will come.

Fires beyond your imagination,
Tearing up souls like a bible infestation.
People, in endless tribulation,
Right back with a one-two combination.
We will not rule, & also ruled we will not be.

Raise your fists after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake the earth like dew.
Many against a few.

divendres, 5 de novembre de 2010

Family Dinners

"You said, you did, you didn't say, you didn't do"
Old stories are like voltors flying around the dying,
like hyenas hidding cruelty behind a sneer.
If you live in grudge and you're to bitter to forgive ,
it's you the corpse they'll be feeding from.

dissabte, 28 d’agost de 2010

perpetuum mobile

Walk together a new path.
Sometimes you don't know where you're going to,
so the best option is just walk.

I have the urge to walk like a shark can't stop swimming,
I feel if I stop moving I'm dying,
if I stop thinking, my brain is useless
and its place could be taken by a rotten coliflower.

Walk together into the unknown,
find there everything you have been looking for,
and the constant will to look for more.

divendres, 27 d’agost de 2010

White Collar Lies

Ask no questions and hear no lies, give no answers and the truth will become a stranger sitting at your family dinning table, unnoticeable in the blur, but appearing in all pics with a sneer.

Half the truth is often a whole lie as living with fear is a half life, but knowing all the truth as a pack with past, details, joys and pains is hardly ever advisable as your truth is rarely theirs, and today's truth is a scratch in someone else's memories, memories that vaguely resembles facts and particularly get too often messed up in rethoric and gratuitous images.

Then, one day, you wake up, switch TV, check the net and can't tell the truth from the biggest lie, world rulers accept no questions asked while you're demanding answers for the present and for the past, disinformation keeps us confused and you wonder if your private behaviour has been copied by mass media.

Day One of the rest of your life. Headlines: We're all used