Freedom is a breeze kissing my face, a passing though
of letting go and feel my life drip slowly away,
and between smiles to taste the earth of my own grave.
It is the feel of being complete and not afraid
to enjoy this sense of life bestowed,
the more I have the more I crave.
Freedom are the words I write with care
to lace my love for all the things I cannot keep
and pass along my earthy wants when time its right,
It is the feel of warming dreams and peaceful sleep
to take a chance and try again when I’m prepare,
to see myself within the dark as shining light.
Faces and more faces of seeking love
smiles frozen in a moment of hope
as in hope for eternal, what a lie
as no promises become alive
in such place, it becomes a rope
to hang our dreams thereof.
But to the pixels eyes glued
continue searching for someone
in desperation to rid life of loneliness,
to find a home in our homelessness,
“maybe tomorrow I’ll find the one”-
hanging on to hope and truth eluded.
For what I seek
undefined by human nature,
a drug to my senses awaken by a taste
or a sound of something unique.
What I pursue in haste
is to find an adventure
a language I can’t speak
or something else to face
before my days are done,
for what I seek
is to embrace
everything under the sun.
Si me muero por dentro entonces que me queda,
si el batir de mis alas se torna en un silencio
y el goteo de mis prosas se seca y desenreda.
Si el morir por dentro a solas ya presencio
mi corazón agotado latiendo solo por vida
y mi alma quebrantada a soledad ya sentencio,
si voy a morir por dentro mi batalla está perdida.