For the fist time in a really fucking long time…

I’m scared, terrified. Not for my safety, but for my heart and soul.

Remnant

A mere stone on the side of the road, for days, nights, years had it been pushed aside by the winds and water. A remnant of what it used to be, so strong, firmly anchored on the ground, now just a pebble eroded bit by bit. Desperate looked for shelter but, by reasons unknown to it, something kept it waiting, hoping for sunshine. Oblivious to the fact it might never come 

Architects of a New Beginning

Trying to remember that place where we grew. A seed placed there by words and a gentle touch. Is it foolish to think, hope, want for the tree to grow? Don’t let it be a failed chase after time, no reason to wait until fear no longer defines us. Why is that the intensity seems to always end in a sudden burst of flames?

No where to be found the dying phoenix lingers in its own beaten path. It suffers alone, no reason why, the tree welcomes it, would shadow it from the black lights. It would let the phoenix rest in its branches even though they would eventually burn down, for from the ashes together they would rise

The Winter is gone

The winter carried on through the night. Only screams of agony blossomed from the trees. The raging wind judged the sun unfit and welcomed the moon’s light with embracing arms. “Retaliaton” said nature, and death said the mist. A fractured light is seen on the distance as fire rises from the ground, the sun tired of this comodity. Warmth fill the land but no to long was filled with red seas of fire.

The winter was gone, but does it mean salvation, or just unrest. Sometimes the cold is more welcoming, sometimes death is.

Words for the Winter’s Wind

To let my soul wonder aimlessly. To let my breath synch with the wind. To stop seeing with the sun’s light, to feel reality. One rainy day, once upon a time i felt that ocean of sorrow in you, i saw the way it moved had changed, restless, consuming. Whisper in my ear: “you took more than what you had”, open up the wound for the trees have fallen and this forest  reeks of time and death. The burden of the words has scorched the last leaves and with them the lines of my hands.

The winter quickly came and with it the light that hits the path, dried ivy covered the way. Hearts still beating in the cold, why have they been forsaken? Idle they wait, faded from sight with names unfamiliar, dying fast inside their thoughts. Ashes of false hopes and a broken soul is all that remains.

The fire was you 

Singularity

Hear, a song to say goodbye, an ocean of sorrow sprouts forth. In the woods I waited, my soul restless with each passing second. Trying to remember smiles, laughs, freedom; but the ocean is near now. Unbroken the trees wait for their demise and under the weeping moon the dying sun will follow. The never ending current ready to pull me through, and I’m waiting, since I’ve been a boy, swimming swimming. As the wave rises, the sky fades into the sea and the light seems to follow, drowning on the horizon. We will reach home I assure you, through this turbulence, but you can see it from here, can you? The lunar wilderness awaits

OuroboricLife

ouroboros, es un símbolo viejisimo

es una serpiente comiendose a ella misma, formando un circulo

el símbolo trata de la infinidad,de la autodestrucción, y del cambio de una cosa equivalente a la otra

casi como karma

si lo queres ver asi

y bueno, life, solo por el hecho de vivir, una vida infinita, una vida autodestructiva, una vida que cada acción viene con una justa consecuencia

Underneath the Surface

The soul in a breathless sleep. In the womb the seed of doubt alive as it is nourished into terror and paranoia. Confusion rises inside the forest, vortex into the nothingness. Stray into the silence, stray beyond the shadow entombment. Life has taken the path will allowed it and with it created reality. Everything seems to move, but nothing really does. Does action really count on this soulless wasteland? What happens if one goes beyond light and day, forth to a new beginning? Darkness falls, light descending. Chaos within me, a parenthesis within eternity, the abstracted one.