Leaving

Making a new vision

What is possible

What is the dream

Leaving the emotional

Chaos that been

Dominating my mind

The fear, the stress

What was the use?

Lost Consciousness

Losing my mind

All the thing

All the thoughts

Are being demolished

Destroyed

Soon I will not know

Who I once was

Just a human leftover

In a big city

Inside a Poem

Writing in silence

The knowledge is concealed

In a few trivial words

Meaning nothing and everything

Outside those bounds other rules

Reins

Inside here everything is different

Filled with the beauty of order and chaos

As well as the dreams and reality

Of the fragile mind

Care for it well

Protagonist

I have been silent

For such a long time

No uttering a word

Kept my thoughts

To my self

And now I don’t see

Why it would matter

Anymore

All my battles will be lost

All my thoughts will be forgotten

One day so let’s give them

Wings and words

Middle of Madness

To be creative is painful

It takes time and there are

Long periods of procrastination

So here we are again

A manic stroke in end of May

When the lights is on the whole night

And people getting crazy

Nervous and filled with desire

The mind is turning, round, round all the time

Feeling bad and lost

Still so creative

How I love this feeling

Still hate it

Cannot find word

These last days has been like that

Loss of words

The Words

I have no hope and no fear

Just a feeling of being free

Free like Kazantzakis

Reading the writings on the dirty wall

Long time ago in Heraklion, Crete

A game of words

Leading to this conclusion

Still so tempting for

The tired mind

Processing and A Wall

The mind is rotating

In circles around itself

Lost in so many ways

Trying to find a way

To have it functional

A connection with everything

Inside myself