El Último Gran Maestro

es una pastilla dificil de tragar

cuando descubres que "la tóxica" ha sido tu

 

WIP

reflections

I don’t want to talk about all the bad that is happening.
and I refuse to observe as I turn an inward eye.  

I am aware of everything that I am losing.
I stop to take note, of the beauty in and around me.
How have we come so far? To arrive here where we are.
The irreparable damage, the force which wrought our dishelved lives.
They say survival is of the fittest, rightly so, it seems unjust.

as I contemplate the sky, I wonder if my prayers are heard,

though I believe that I must solidly behold my faith.

That what must be will be 

and the losses we've suffered, 

give reason to our path.

Inward bound

 

if I cannot have you I shall have me...

brick wall

 I've walked without stopping and I have come this far, 

lights shining bright, but I'm ready to hit a wall.

Enroute to catastrophe, I choose to ignore any warning of doing wrong.

If the course once set has not fully subsided, 

there is a danger of falling off a monsterous cliff.

Hungrily I search, although my wounds have yet to heal.

Silently I wander, despite the resistant voice,

 which tells me to call off the hunt.

toll bridge

I heard the laughter richochet off the wall

belitting my fall into temporary madness.

The world had drawn tight the curtain of uncertainty...

Was it worth it, the price I paid for the pain inflicted?

I summon my soul back into place,

and I rise from the depths of believing the deceptive façade.

You believe you've won but I shake my head no.

Whatever power that you HAD was bestowed to you by me.

And a fierce drive and love calls me back to my path.

Now time seems lost and  perhaps was ill spent, 

it was merely a moment in my life and I choose to encounter what's best.

Illusions return to their origin and the faith that I once had remains in tact.

 

 

As One

I said that my hope was to one day, arrive as One.

The rhythm, electricity, and fusion... the ability to coincide...

This desire remains although the hope I feel is expiring.

For what I believed to exist has since been destroyed

So HERE I sit, picking up the pieces of my shattered dream 

The sun warms me as the tears stream down my face,

washing away, once and for all this fantasy of US.

broken

 estoy rota, en millon de pedazos y a pesar de todo qué intento, no sé como volver a reponerme. Esta vez, a pesar de cuidarme, creo qué es el tiempo, lo menos que quiero admitir.  La sensación de mi cuerpo, este falta de tú, no sé como superarlo.Entonces sigo, mirando otros caminos pero si no estás tú, no las quiero seguir.  Es muy jodido después de tanto tiempo, confesar el error pero sobretodo intento empezar de nuevo.

time

 

Time... 

precision at it's finest, 

quickly fleeting, 

unforgiving, 

use it wisely or it shall waste away

what a moment once was, 

shall now 

nor forever more 

be.

El mundo es mi ostra

 The world is my oyster

Me gustaría decir qué paso de repente pero no,

ha sido un camino lleno de barro y al contra corriente

pero por fin veo el Sol y todo qué me rodea.

Arrepentimientos no tengo por qué cada proceso te enseña,

pero ahora veo el arco iris, y estoy rodeada de arboles grandes, dulces, 

aunque aveces repugnantes y asquerosos.

Mi ojos están abiertos a las posibilidades y es una maravilla descubrir de "su" existencia.

Y como una niña rodeada de caramelos, disfruto conocer lo que hay que vive afuera.

Como una persona con mucho amor, mi deseo es compartirlo.

Tarde o temprano, encontraré lo qué siempre buscaba.

Abriré este ostra y con cariño, voy a absorbarla, 

apreciar y darle las gracias por tenerla. 

Y es sorprendente, por qué cuando menos esperas, el mundo puede dar un giro

Lo que una vez fue ostra, se convierte en una perla.