Rain

Sudden eclipse without a shadow,
Cut down by thunder blades.
Broken into blunt shades,
The light makes its way to the eye.

Tears coming down,
Plain,
Stain-removing,
No other use.

Struck by light, he draws back,
Leaving outside his only love,
Both under and above
His eyes, new and un-shut.

Tears coming up,
Fast-coloured,
Bright,
Jack of all trades.

Rain, rain, rain,
Ever-dissolving
Drunk and confused
Fuss fighters.

Similar to Freedom

Similar to freedom,
Stardom-like,
Syndrome-like,
Close to escape,
Our life is.

Iconoclastic,
Image-like,
Movement-like,
Fast-paced, slow-paced
Our life is.

It is not,
It can't be
Set free.

Lost in change,
Stable-like,
Glamour-like,
Hell and heaven
Our life is.

Heavy burden,
Light-like,
Darkness-like,
On and off
Our life is.

It is not,
It can't be
Set free.

To my Prison Mate

Hello, prison mate I've never met,
Sharing the same life,
Soaked in tears, all wet,
Waiting to dry in the sun of joy.

I wish I carried your heavy skies,
I wish you carried mine.

Hey, prison mate, I've just remembered your name,
Similar to mine, and your mind,
That you hide in words, yet I can find
It so brilliant, underneath what you say.

I wish I took off your chest the earth where you were burried,
I wish you took me out of my tomb.

Prison mate, looking at you, I can't stand you wounds
Though I don't tell you to cover them;
Your hands carry the shade of your shackles, the same
That surrounded my wrists.

I wish I could take your pain in my body,
I wish you endured my endeavours.

Dear prison mate, I can't say I love you
I don't know if I love you or not,
Yet I'd give you my chances for escaping,
Though I don't have a lot.

I wish I could set you free,
I wish you gave me wings to fly.

Found on the Street

On every corner, someone is waiting
A different face put on,
Instead of the usual mask,
Shotgun-carrying.

The ball, dropped on a passer-by,
Flowery, stained in blood,
Ready-made for a war
Between how and what to buy,
Non-lethal, it destroys all your thoughts
Of opposition.

New position, that takes hours of practise,
Shown in magazines,
You have to adopt, when you have sex on the moonlight
And under the sheets of paper,
Under the sand desk, you might.

Found on the street,
The diary you meet,
Written inside,
Broken outside,
Burned into pages,
Turned into cages
For words.

How to Cry without Reason

Torn into pieces, lost in the sand,
Your blood into a flood,
Pain inside ready to expand,
And catch every piece of the world within it.

Yet you cry
Without reason.
Without reason,
You cry.

Stepped on, you should believe
You are the earth you've been made of,
The patterns on the soles are the ones to relieve
You from your shapelessness, converting you into a negative.

Yet you cry
Without reason.
Without reason,
You cry.

Languages on your lips, like lipstick shades, fade away,
You belong to a country that doesn't exist,
Paying your thoughts in coins that stay
As long as no one wants, in your hands.

Yet you cry
Without reason,
Without reason,
Yet you cry.

You forget all the names you've been given,
All the sins that have been forgiven,
Clouds embrace you with shivers and rain,
Leaving you without the blue.

Yet you cry
Without reason,
Without reason,
Yet you cry.

20 Years

20 years old body,
Belonging to nobody,
Broken by everybody,
Coming out of all sin.

Wrapped in silk everyday,
Or in denim, washed away,
Body hanging all day
On the line coming in.

So unlikely to dry to dry in the sun,
Yet so dried out of wishes and lust,
Uncovered in age-old rust,
All the time on the run.

Phantasizing to be
Plain uncovered and free,
20 years old body,
Given to everybody,
Belonging to nobody.