domingo, 30 de diciembre de 2012

Take my pain away with a shot, the pain is inside me, the future is uncertain the wolf is crying to the moon knowing how far is it, 23 night since the start of the nightmare, it can not rain forever is what the song said, the other said I can walk on stormy seas, but nothing is forever, except the legends, except the immortality.


The night hide the worst demons, and few can walk among the light, among the sun, the light is fading in the north, I can stand a mountain my eyes are losing the light, the time is running, as the world keeps turning, what is hope if your future is uncertain, what is hope if you do not have answers, what is hope without pain. go bad,

Is nothing except a word.

The sun is in the horizon one month  or two maybe three, I do not know. one more book.

"Once things go bad, they tend to stand bad"


No way forward or back, in stalemate, we stagnate,
life cycle is an automation, instinctively, we race to get ahead?
And now our virgin minds are raped.

Another insignificance to join the rat race.
Self indulgence within our grasp.

We're taught but torn.

The sanctity of life, so vulnerable,
the world keeps turning - we spin out of control.
Guided, or could this mean misguided, no time for questions,
preoccupied with pressing on, the world keeps turning -
we overdose on overdrive.
Superior species with inferior ideas.

We overload our bodies and minds,
respect this world while committing suicide.
Poison trait.

We're the cause not the cure,
our methods will surly drag us down.
Guided, or could this mean misguided,
our virgin minds are raped -
the world keeps turning -
we overdose on overdrive,
we spin out of control.

In stalemate, we stagnate!

The world keeps turning - Napalm Death

sábado, 15 de diciembre de 2012

The blind

The blind man took his sword in the silence of the night waiting for his fate, the death was near. A pale women with black long hair as her eyes. When she ask him:

- Are you happy with your live? he answered
-If she is happy, I'm happy in this moment.
-Then you are not happy, Do you have regrets?
-A few but are worthless, the action has been made. I can not turn the time back, the world keeps turning.
-If I kill you could be happy?
-I opened the gates of my own hell a long time ago.
-In other words you are dead. No I am living in the hell I made among the living ones.
-None can made a hell.
-How can you be sure?
-Because to be in hell you must pass the styx.
-The river of the ancient gods.
-The only way to enter to  hades.
-Yes I came here for you.
-Then is an honor for me, may I ask you name of my guest?
-The name are useless but if you want to call me in a sort of name you can call me Macaria.
-The daughter of Hades.
-You know  Greek mythology.
-A little, my name is Greek  but as you said in this moment is useless.
-You know your fate.
-I hope is the tartarus.
-Why did you want to be in the tartarus the deep part of the hades? -
Is the place I belong my sins are great, I had betrayed my friends and the woman I love.
-You are still in love with her?
-Until my soul would be destroyed.  
-Who are you? What are your sins? Why are not you afraid? Why are not you smiling? Why are you looking at me if you're blind? Why I want to understand you?
-Just take me to the hell, I beg you this pain is to huge. The moon is talking to me and the dreams drive me to madness, fear in nothing in comparison to the feeling of emptyness. To the feeling of endless sadness I have in my heart.  -And death took his arm, saying
-Your place is not among the living, but not with the dead.

viernes, 14 de diciembre de 2012

The moon and the Wolf


Once upon a time when the ancient gods rule this world when the moon shines in the eternity, there was two races who venerate the moon, one was the human kind the other one was the wolves. One day the moon decide to walk among the mortal world and she gets involved with one human, one simple human, he was a writer, a dreamer, a poet, within days he fell in love with the moon, but he start to have dreams about a wolf, a lone wolf who sings to the moon, and he know is impossible to reach her.

Years passed and he realized his true and his fate, he was still in love with the moon, but she was more and more away, she live in other world a world far apart from him, she was a princes and he was a wolf  realized it was a lone wolf, apart from everything he have lieft his friends and family just for her and still she was near him but her soul was miles away from him. He was dying frome inside until he finds a little lamb who confort him with sweet sounds and expressions.

He betrayed the moon and seal his fate he accept he can not make happy a goddess even if she is with him he was just a wolf, a lone wolf, one who walks alone, but he lost everything that was the price, he try to find peace in the words and the alcohol, but nothing works, he was still in love with the moon, he will always be in love with the moon, he hurt the lamb,and destroy jus own soul making a pact with his own demons. 

But as always will be a wolf howling at the moon

6 years after, the story is the same, he is still in love with the moon

--To the moon  (RCMH)