Of Friendship, Promises And Picks

We were driving in a car towards the cliff
Right before the moment we went down
He turned his head and said:
Look man, if I die and you survive
You can have my guitar picks

But that was just a dream

We were heading towards the butcher's knife
Right before our heads went down
He closed his eyes and said:
Look man, if I die and you survive
Would you take a message to my wife?

But that was just a dream

We were flapping both our wings near the sun
Right before they all fell down
He yelled his lungs and said:
Look man, if I die and you survive
You’ll still be my rightful arm

But that was just a dream

We were falling straight into the devil's mouth
Right before he chewed our bones
He laughed to me and said:
Look man, if I die and you survive
Would you bury me near my house?

But that was just a dream
The best nightmare I ever had
But still I took a message to his wife
I told her that she is the meaning of his life
And I still guide him when I can
When he needs I offer him a helping hand
And when the time will come for him to pass
And if he dies and I'll survive
I’ll bury him near his house
And right before this statement ends
And everything is done as gift
I’ll walk to him and say:
Hey man, you promised me your guitar picks

The Boy Who Didn't Understand The World, Part One

There was a boy who always thought that he was born too late
And every day he looked around at people, how they live
He never found the smallest thing to which he could relate
And everyone and everything was meaningless for him

And he was young, already lost between the mysteries
Nobody there to make him comprehend the ways in life
And not a dawn in which he felt that he could fill the needs
Cause every single day was just the same – an endless ride

At night he always felt like he could lose his mind for good
And he was biting both his fists to keep his head alert
He was the only one with whom he shared a goodnight hug
His words alone were meant to keep him sane and firm

But when he fell asleep at last, he always found his dreams
A single figment of his mind in which he felt complete
There he could meet the greatest men that ever lived or live
And so the world he had in mind had turned him strong from weak

Pros About Cons

I made a face from a banana and two oranges
I draw some wind on the sky to blow the clouds
I lifted all the bugs that were swimming though the leaves
And I’ve build a colony for them on a clear ground

I ate my lemons without a frown on my sunny face
I crossed the street to pick some flowers from a sear field
I stare the bulldog in the eye and made him dance
And I made the stick go over the mountains and all the seas

I broke the ant farm and sold their freedom for a smile
I put the radio on a solitary frequency just to hear the buzz
I am going to touch the wall even if it is electrified
And I will love it and it will answer my touch with a fuss

I slept on the roof while everyone was drinking ice tea inside
I told the sun my stories; he liked them and colored me brown
I sold my umbrellas to poor men for a walk on the country side
And I made a joke about a river when water was pouring down

I spent a day without opening my eyes or use my hands
I want to better understand the crippled and the blind
I hit a chair, a table, the dog, a toy and an empty desk
I ate straight from the plate, I made a mess but I don’t mind

I went to start a war with all the kids from the block
I build the best fortress anyone can build from snow
I made a weird shaped kind of snowman dork
And I said some funny words to the man who tore it down

I wrote a poem about not carrying a bit about the world
I mean, I wrote about not carrying about what’s wrong with it
In fact, I wrote about being grateful to what shines gold
And I want you to know you might just be best of it

The Girl Who Saved The Bird, Part Three

Two years past – the girl still young – but she remembered all
And in her sleep, while dreaming dreams, she smiled peacefully
She always thought about the bird and everything that was
And every day she searched the sky for flapping of its wings

The forest was her second home – she always walked its roads
She took a walk in each of days and slept beneath the trees
She always hoped she’d find the bird so she was looking up
But there were other pairs of wings and other kinds of trills

And then one day she thought she heard what must have been a greet
She raised her head and up a tree a nest was full of life
The bird she nursed was putting food in every little beak
And there was joy as every bird was soon prepared to fly

The girl felt warm – her soul was dressed in vivid shining light
Her patient flew in circles while watching from above
It landed on her shoulder and kept her in its sight
Now in its eyes, reflected, was the girl who saved the bird

War

I stood on the top of the mountain and saw
The people fighting for nothing below
Anger is coming out of their mouth
From the top you can see all the flaws
Chaos is winning the fight with control
If north’s the direction we’re traveling south

I see everything but I cannot explain
Why are they causing themselves so much pain?
Always destroying what they create
I don’t wanna be a part of their reign
The human race is built up on stains
Nothing can clean this grease and this mess

Every day I see a fight
All the same I see at night
In my dream I see a fight
All around nothing is right

All the reasons are childish and sour
There’s no excuse in lusting for power
The course is set to self destruction
Behind the masks you find only cowards
Preaching and gaining adepts by the hour
Feeding the ways of their corruption

Though I am high I don’t think I’m tall
Nor that I have some kind of control
All I can do is sit and observe
Low as they are they think they have all
But they are just flies hitting the wall
They’re not the center of this universe

All around people are mean
Everyone needs everything
People are defined by greed
They have dreams they need to feed
Every day I see a war
Deep inside they have a war
And outside they have one more
People are defined by war

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I took the bus tonight, alone
Thinking at my universe
No one sitting next to me, in font
There were to empty seats
People crawling all around, in packs
Praising everything they have
Their eyes avoiding me
Laughing at my integrity

I stole a leaf tonight, again
Now I hold it in my hand
It’s not the way it used to be, its smell
Don’t tell me anything
I know I shouldn’t see this way
But this is how I see
The leaves are judging me
Pointing at my integrity

I read the news tonight, about
The world and everything around
But I was not alone, in fact
I read them on the sidewalk
They turned their head around, to see
A freak is how they label me
I don’t care of what they think
Staring at my integrity

Introspection From Two Points of View

From this place in my head
Where I am, where I live
Through my flesh and my bones
I observe another me
My wits roam in the rain
The ways are cut or blocked
And someone seems to say
You cannot pass, this way is shut!

And I’m walking through the shadow
Towards what seems like a door
And I’m counting all the traps
That I see laying on the floor
I cannot go just straight ahead
And numbers seem to hold me back
This cloud appears in my mind
And makes the time derail its track

All I want, all I need
Is a way out of rage
But the key to the door
Is well locked in my cage
They deny me all my rights
Prosecutors dressed in black
And I know I’m the one
Who can fight, take me back

And I’m walking through the ashes
Of my past desires’ log
And I’m counting all the villains
On my way towards the door
I cannot avoid the fights
And numbers seem to grow each day
This storm heightens in my head
And makes the road just mud and clay

The Girl Who Saved The Bird, Part Two

She gave it water, gave it food, she gave it love and smiles
And every medicine that helps to mend the wounds and pain
She nursed the bird; she watched it with protective eyes
And she caressed its plume and beak and smiled once again

And day by day it came to live – started to sing its songs
And flipped its wings from time to time to train them for the flight
And it was jumping up and down while coming to a form
And there was love into its eyes – its savior was in sight

Then came the day when it was healed and felt the pain no more
And started flying through the house in circles through the rooms
It filled the days with happy trills and warbles to adore
But this was nothing but a cage and stories need to move

The girl was crying one again but tears of happiness
She traveled through the house and opened every window wide
The bird caressed her with its beak then flew to providence
And with its wings she drew some waves with which she said goodbye

The Girl Who Saved The Bird, Part One

There was a child – uncertain age, but little nonetheless
Her hair was blond, her hands were clean and she was singing songs
She walked the forest through the trees enjoying loneliness
And all the birds were building nests and they all sang along

And as she walked after the rain she found a baby bird
It sang in sighs and it was wet and barely hold its breath
Its broken wings were dropped in mud, it fell from up above
It was too young to start to fly and rain came to its death

The girl was crying in a bit, she kneeled to the ground
She took the bird into her hands and started running fast
Her tears were a second rain and flowers bloom around
And all the critters in the wood were hoping for the best

She reached her house, her loving mom and told the story all
Between the hiccups and the tears she managed to conclude
Her only thought – to save the bird – she wanted nothing more
To see it fly and sing the songs as any bird should do