Will

The power of the will of late is a privilege for me and for all.
I lost several years ago.

The tragedy is that hardly find respite in the things that represent,
One thing is always linked to another time and the truth inevitably makes a fundamental part of all this.

The time will come ... For me? ... I do not think so,
That is part of the will,
well, maybe reaching for things,
but for brands will wander the paths of the mind is healthier,
at least if it is to lay some weight in history other than hatred and all its influences sparing dyed colors.

Now it is better to see the innocence crucified,
At least I'm old enough to handle the truth but only wants to turn around the idea that I surrender to your eyes fixed on nothing.

I know that sounds of the soul at times not understand,
but without that would be the best way to say things from the heart,
not in vain dreams that inspire the best lyrics I can give hope that the world seen as his masterpiece.

Written by kmilo Published in: Thoughts, Poetry No Comments » 11 June 2008

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Since we learned to say

Ever since I learned to say what I think I have not ceased to find new questions ...
Now I do not have the limitation of paper .. I have only a little more than what it should, considering that the unicorns stopped flying there in 63.

Tired eyes not see the colors of dawn and the stench of a political landscape blind to the most lucid of all men.

Not for nothing who does not understand truths taught him to deceive,
even without intimidating in the slightest essence of decency.

For men it seems that God had taught him to stop lying and capes not without more the ruler of the evicted lets you glimpse what the crying is not enough to perceive light.
That comic strip so grotesque truth,
I prefer something by watching live TV,
hoping that sooner rather than later found out that never came to the problem "nonexistent"

"! That I'm sarcastic."

One more day,
one day less,
never gives equal,
At least today, a day with a little more background to let my little lucidity even nods things that they feel.

Look for yourself and note the difference if you can.

Written by kmilo Published in: Thoughts No Comments » 11 June 2008

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Happiness

Every poem,
all euphoria,
I am drunk and joy is not for less,
Satisfaction is the best gift for the evicted,
and you've given me everything and give you almost nothing,
Thanks life,
Now that there is not a cloud in the sky, what otherwise could define poetry?
Happiness.
Simple and plain happiness.
It will not be the best writing you have made,
but if the more visceral and honest.
Happiness!

Written by kmilo Published in: Thoughts No Comments » 09 May 2008

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