Clear shade

Beware of this clear shade i´ve prepared, these ghosts so thirsty for peoples fear!
Clear shade, clarity in darkness when the lack of light just guides you.
And the nights so black disguise you.
The ghouls in people awake, evil dances until dawn breaks.
Clear shade even in daylight, hiding in the alleys, lurking is it´s delight.
Clear shade, intoxicated middlenight rage, wrong place, wrong time let the devil sing a rhyme for him.
At the traffic lights that yearn for illumination, young trouble steals it´s living at gunpoint in this clearshade. Some genuis demon installed for this complacent generation.
Outside some rundown corner bar, the streetlight presents a rider and a pistol, only to exhibit three lifeless bodies until the flashing lights arrive.
True clearshade in fanatics makes us shiver, after the brutal blows, they took the bruised body, and threw it in the polluted river.

I can spell inferno

 I can spell INFERNO...
I can pronounce purgatory, and you can do the limbo.
I can paint a demon, a really evil gringo.
But i can´t spell heaven, cause i commited all seven.
Condemned to spend my years with nothing divine to spell.
Is it true, you´d rather see me behind the letters of hell.
Despite goodwill, despite my kindness will this hand be burnt where the witch of the worst was.
Send me the holy, send me the righteous, these human sheep in slaughter house churches.
I can´t spell heaven, even from the ember of  the roach, reaching for a star.
I couldn´t get as high as all your saints are.
The perverted priests that follow the rules but corrupt creation.
Or perfectly well spoken politicians that bleed the nation.
I don´t know how to spell heaven and perhaps don´t deserve it.
I make mistakes, share my imperfect self, your high and mighty aint worth it.

Ignore the siren/delicate science

Ignore the siren...
When the dust of me reaches the wind and wakes your sinus, let it roll inside your senses.
And ignore your internal sirens... Don´t expell it, like you expell your graceful unsatisfied sigh.
Don´t accept their rational judgement, let your voice fall not shy.
From where love was abandoned in the water some distant reflection still shines.
One breath, when you pine... One breath of wind, a sign.
Nothing is lost, not a splash nor an echo, only the emergency people call time.
I´ll drown content without gasps of violence, i´ll drown well rested in the depths of your silence.
While you wonder how my noisy world grew to such a size.
Like a thief, here I am, ever am... I, siphoning love from places you abide, extracting it has become a delicate science.
Until the dust of me is kidnapped by the wind, I´m in defiance.

For olivia

My niece...
I´ve never seen you and it could still be a while.
I´d see your mum and dad yet between us, ten thousand miles.
Baby Olivia who likes birds and clapping, and is serious like me when I haven´t had my nap.
Welcome to the world little girl, Some sweet life i wish you.
Let this be a blessing from well abroad, another world different shores, in a land where i am as foreign as i was in my hometown. Let your love of rhyme become a stealthy thief of noble crimes and steal frowns, Install grins and invent new sounds.
So the world can hear your new onomatopoeia, from now until you´re old enough to put it onto paper.
Olivia who likes birds and clapping and for rhymes you´ve yearned, and whatever ounce of joy you have from what you´ve heard, your lost uncle who only knows to play with words.
Wish you to be free, for serious is sapping, glide away from the pushing and the shoving, the only force worth having is laughter and loving. Laughter and loving!
Someone taught me if you practice them, you´ll always have something to offer the world.
I wish you the secrets unknown to modern boys and girls.
To See the value beyond the note, the stone, the brick, the pearl.

Rough seas.

Life´s a boat on a mar rough.
Mar(ocean) rough, choppy with swells.
Leave the stable earth, to live on the rocky waves.
Cling to the mast in storms, tempests you must brave.
Give yourself to the chaos when the boat capsizes, drown gracefully vanishing from the world.

Life´s a boat, we are all lost at sea on the surface of the water, in it´s swirl.
We can´t always be on the stretch of the horizon insight of land. The tides won´t submit to our wills or conform to our demands.
Calm seas don´t exist for more than a few days.
Mar rough is the taste of salt when the air is purely sea spray!
When it breaks the docks the hardest ports and can split a ship at it´s keel. It breaks a sea sworn sailor whose nerves are strictly made of sturdy steel.
Life´s a boat and incredibly a bitch if you are born in a dinghy.
Learn to sail away from the sharks, the reefs and the sound of pirates singing.

Farewell to youth

A farewell to youth.
Heat, and everlasting vigor. I´ll know you no more. Insted I´ll fight just to see your shadows on the horizon.
Resistance and immunity, I´ll miss you for it feels as if some years were devoid of disease and ills, yet no longer can I laugh when I sneeze or ignore all the pills.
More will I miss the way I looked at my life. Less concern, best time to learn who stole this era away.
I´ve remebered something, that I can never hang on to those cloudy memories. The silver lining´s lightening atleast the past will not blind me.
Farewell to youth, to strong abundant seasons that were only as good as your senses.
Farewell to falling for so many badly set pretences.
My lack of vision at home, and my second sight abroad.
Farewell to tangible mystery, real flows of the unknown within me.
Hello to the familiar, the adult equivalent, failure to see potential, now see it off at the station, and no legs to chase the train as it departs, and no ears to hear the whistle.
Hello to yellow and black infinite routine, as if I were a flowering thistle, near the infinite hive that house the moments of my decline in bees.
Great nostalgia is served like breakfast. My door to life is being locked, and new life may be born and shocked it will be no mystery to me.
Repitition of useless stories will not comfort me as I tell them.
I´ll bore you from my thank god to my well antipated amen.
As my hair falls out and my body whithers where I sit. I´ll contemplate the subtle stain I will leave on the world and hope someone finds out I left it.