Say goodbye butterfly
I won't tell another lie
Say goodbye butterfly
I'll be gone tomorrow night
Butterfly, butterfly
let me hold you one more time
Hold me tight, butterfly
I'll be gone tomorrow night
4.18.2008
4
When you see the last star of the night
blooming and glowing a million times
just before the sun goes up
and its shine fades into the daylight
Close your eyes and breathe twice
with awareness on your side
turn three times to your left
and one more to your right
take a leap and you'll be there
where Morpheus' game is fair
You will move between the planes
and the quadrants
time and space
And the lord of the unknown
will uncover a great door
do not fear as you go in
you will be in the in-between
There's a lime tree in the center
of the place that's not a where
you will use it to make juice
and get strenght for the adventure
Take a step as you are called
do not hesitate or you will fall
In the world of the unreal
go and fight for what you feel
The sun bathes the land
and the grass looks like sand
tree leaves glitter like they're gold
in this ground you won't get old.
blooming and glowing a million times
just before the sun goes up
and its shine fades into the daylight
Close your eyes and breathe twice
with awareness on your side
turn three times to your left
and one more to your right
take a leap and you'll be there
where Morpheus' game is fair
You will move between the planes
and the quadrants
time and space
And the lord of the unknown
will uncover a great door
do not fear as you go in
you will be in the in-between
There's a lime tree in the center
of the place that's not a where
you will use it to make juice
and get strenght for the adventure
Take a step as you are called
do not hesitate or you will fall
In the world of the unreal
go and fight for what you feel
The sun bathes the land
and the grass looks like sand
tree leaves glitter like they're gold
in this ground you won't get old.
4.17.2008
2
Why does evil comes to mind,
when all I see around is shine?
Why do words get lost in time?
why did my hands cease the fun?
Is it death I see ahead?
of course it is!
If I'm not dead yet
when all I see around is shine?
Why do words get lost in time?
why did my hands cease the fun?
Is it death I see ahead?
of course it is!
If I'm not dead yet
1 (some old stuff I found going through some papers)
No more than a lie
it's what leaves us to cry
No more than a tear
it's what leads us to fear
it's what leaves us to cry
No more than a tear
it's what leads us to fear
4.08.2008
Untitled XVIII
Sleep, do not cease
let me live a million lives
let me walk throughout the times
let me fall to the arms of eternity
let me feel the lies
and make them look so real
and make my life surreal
and help me lose my mind
let me live a million lives
let me walk throughout the times
let me fall to the arms of eternity
let me feel the lies
and make them look so real
and make my life surreal
and help me lose my mind
To Music
My fingers hurt
craving for your encounter
once again
my soul's restless
aking for the breath of you
your closeness
I can almost feel it
and my mind drifts
and my heart soars
a last time
to finally meet the one above
craving for your encounter
once again
my soul's restless
aking for the breath of you
your closeness
I can almost feel it
and my mind drifts
and my heart soars
a last time
to finally meet the one above
4.06.2008
Untitled XVII
The light's dim
but begins to shine
leaving me at sight
putting me in the spotlight
And the idea of dissapearing
doesn't seem that bad
Going away always calls my mind
but no place I can think of appears to be that far
but begins to shine
leaving me at sight
putting me in the spotlight
And the idea of dissapearing
doesn't seem that bad
Going away always calls my mind
but no place I can think of appears to be that far
Untitled XVI
There's a million screams in the night
there's a million fears where I am
and the cold within sophocates my heart
There are drops of blood in the sky
they all seem so far but are not
and between them and me it's only lies
In a cage is where I keep me locked
In reflection where I see me not
there's a million fears where I am
and the cold within sophocates my heart
There are drops of blood in the sky
they all seem so far but are not
and between them and me it's only lies
In a cage is where I keep me locked
In reflection where I see me not
Untitled XV
I don't want to go out tonight
I don't want to put on the mask
I've been doing it all week
I't just makes me feel more like a freak.
I don't want to put on the mask
I've been doing it all week
I't just makes me feel more like a freak.
3.30.2008
Untitled XIV
From time to time
I lock myself down
away from the rest
away from what's thought to be best
I lock myself down
away from the rest
away from what's thought to be best
Untitled XIII
I'm tired of being
awake and feeling
Having to put the mask
to achieve the task
And all the time remember
that I just have to keep breathing
awake and feeling
Having to put the mask
to achieve the task
And all the time remember
that I just have to keep breathing
3.25.2008
Silly song
Oh! what a world
does anybody knows?
And, Oh! what a boy
the one I'm falling for
when he smiles at me
there's nothing else I see
But Oh! how I know
that he's rather insane
and Oh! how I know
that he makes me feel safe
Oh yes! I can see
that he's the one for me
Oh yes! he's the one
with whom I want to be.
does anybody knows?
And, Oh! what a boy
the one I'm falling for
when he smiles at me
there's nothing else I see
But Oh! how I know
that he's rather insane
and Oh! how I know
that he makes me feel safe
Oh yes! I can see
that he's the one for me
Oh yes! he's the one
with whom I want to be.
Owl
I see shadows of light
in the dark of my night
in the bosom of my storm
that makes everything look wrong
I see flashes of white
in the black of my soul
all of that makes me act
like a grey night owl.
in the dark of my night
in the bosom of my storm
that makes everything look wrong
I see flashes of white
in the black of my soul
all of that makes me act
like a grey night owl.
Sin título II
El rocío en los álamos
que susurran al viento
Que danzando en la picada
nos comparten su tormento
Y nos hablan por siempre
de un llanto secreto
Lágrimas de plata
bañan sus ramas
Esas que hoy están
más no estarán mañana
Son las que caen al olvido
las que mueren en gemido_
que susurran al viento
Que danzando en la picada
nos comparten su tormento
Y nos hablan por siempre
de un llanto secreto
Lágrimas de plata
bañan sus ramas
Esas que hoy están
más no estarán mañana
Son las que caen al olvido
las que mueren en gemido_
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