Shinigami Thougth XXIX

There are so many words I cannot say,
when I look into your eyes.
I want to be able to tell you one day,
but I'm left speechless every time that I try.

You must have stumbled across the key,
and discovered so much more.
You found a hidden place in me,
you found my heart and opened the door.
And I cried in pain
of losing my dear friend.

Will it ever be the same again?
If it passes will it be the end?
I realized it was worth so much,
as I lie in bed that night.
So I allowed my soul to be touched,
without even putting up a fight.
Are my eyes deceiving me,
when I see you standing there?
Are you playing games,
just to prove I care?

Someday I might see,
though that day has not and might not come yet.
You'll say you love me,
but will you ever forget?
If that happens and my spirit dies,
if my emotions drop,
will you want to hold me when I cry?
Or will the love just suddenly stop?
We can't expect to fall in love and never cry.

You'll stay and play your part,
but after the beauty starts to die,
will your footprints still be on my heart?
Though it would be hard to say goodbye,
your friend I'll always be,
as long as we always try,
to keep the friendship between you and me.

The letter I will not send
will casually inquire,
how could you have brought it to an end?
I was your one desire.
After this life is over,
you'll be one person I know I'll miss.

It'll be too late to start over,
and so I leave you with this...
I'll hold you for a lifetime,
if you'll just hold my hand.
We could have a wonderful time,
in the days we have not yet planned.

Shinigami Thought XXVIII Alone

I hear the ticking of the clock
I'm lying here the room's pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won't end though
Alone...

Till now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone

You don't know how long I have wanted
To touch your lips and hold you tight
You don't know how long I have waited
And I was going to tell you tonight
But the secret is still my own
And my love for you is still unknown
Alone...

Shinigami Thought XXVII Erotico II

Mis labios Mis labios te recorren lentamente mientras te excitas inmensamente
Una inmensa pasión tu placer aumenta y mi boca dulcemente te atormenta.
Siento el fuego palpitante, de tu cuerpo vibrante.
Mis labios desciendan suavemente donde más desea tu mente.
Tu movimiento excitante, invita a mi boca provocante,
reposar en tu perfumada flor para despertar todo tu ardor.
Tus pétalos se abren para embriagarme de placer y mis sentidos no dejan de arder.
Mis labios comienzan una rítmica succión,
acelerando tu emoción,
te estremeces con ansiedad,
y deseo sentir tu humedad.
Mientras tu cuerpo toco,
el deleite te provoco.
Esperando ansioso la transformación,
de tu rostro marcado por la pasión.
Cierta parte en mi se está hinchando,
y mis caderas desean andando,
hacerte sentir muy bien,
en un rítmico vaivén.
Entonces me invitas con pasión a sentir mareas de emoción.
Tu cuerpo me acelera la emoción y siento un torrente de pasión,
Sientes el momento culminante y te apresuras a sentir ese instante,
en un vaivén desenfrenado,
con tu cuerpo caliente y mojado.
Tus flujos se deslizan y tus gemidos se agudizan.
Un estremecimiento me hace flotar,
y nuevamente me invitas a navegar,
en un mar de placer, donde mil cosas hacer.

Shinigami Thought XXVI my version of vivir sin aire

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
If I should die before I wakeIt's 'cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave
My heart won't move, it's incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand
But how do you expect meto live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It's so hard for me to breathe

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel whenever you ain't there
It's no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There's no gravity to hold me down for real
But somehow I'm still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don't know how, but I don't even care

You got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain't here, I just can't breathe
It's no air, no air

Shinigami Thought XXV Mujer

Mujer de mis locos sueños

Mujer de mis locas ansias

Mujer te regalo las notas

de mi alma enamorada

Mujer me embriaga la noche

la sencillez de tu mirada

el beso de vino tan dulce

que dejaste sobre mi alma

La risa dormida en tus labios

el verso de amor que agiganta

Mujer se esconde tu nombre.....

.....perdido entre mi almohada.

Shinigami Thought XXIV "erotico"

Verte vestida es la mejor excusa
para imaginar tu desnudez ya luego
pues bajo la ropa que ostentas ilusa,
yacen el infierno, la pasión y el fuego.

Entre tanto miro casi indiferente
aquellos rincones que tu piel asoma,
como aquel escote que a más de tu aroma
me regala un poco de tu ser ardiente.

Y mis manos suben, bajan, por tu ropa,
ansiando tu piel y deseando ser boca,
soñando la miel que tu vientre derrama
al sentirte mujer, cuando se te ama.

Extraño el temblor que sin querer tu cuerpo
después del amor como final regala,
el abrazo eterno tras la gran batalla
en que nos unimos más allá del tiempo...

Aun verte vestida agita el pensamiento,
puedes encenderme sin lugar a duda,
y tan sólo espero nos llegue el momento
para poseerte... esta vez desnuda.

Thor's Dream III

If this should meet the eye of the gentleman who favoured me with these disclosures, I trust he will excuse my confessing that the sight of the rising sun, and the contemplation of the magnificent Order of the vast Universe, made me impatient of them. In a word, I was so impatient of them, that I was mightily glad to get out at the next station, and to exchange these clouds and vapours for the free air of Heaven.
By that time it was a beautiful morning. As I walked away among such leaves as had already fallen from the golden, brown, and russet trees; and as I looked around me on the wonders of Creation, and thought of the steady, unchanging, and harmonious laws by which they are sustained; the gentleman's spiritual intercourse seemed to me as poor a piece of journey-work as ever this world saw. In which heathen state of mind, I came within view of the house, and stopped to examine it attentively.
It was a solitary house, standing in a sadly neglected garden: a pretty even square of some two acres. It was a house of about the time of George the Second; as stiff, as cold, as formal, and in as bad taste, as could possibly be desired by the most loyal admirer of the whole quartet of Georges. It was uninhabited, but had, within a year or two, been cheaply repaired to render it habitable; I say cheaply, because the work had been done in a surface manner, and was already decaying as to the paint and plaster, though the colours were fresh. A lop-sided board drooped over the garden wall, announcing that it was "to let on very reasonable terms, well furnished." It was much too closely and heavily shadowed by trees, and, in particular, there were six tall poplars before the front windows, which were excessively melancholy, and the site of which had been extremely ill chosen.
It was easy to see that it was an avoided house -- a house that was shunned by the village, to which my eye was guided by a church spire some half a mile off -- a house that nobody would take. And the natural inference was, that it had the reputation of being a haunted house.
No period within the four-and-twenty hours of day and night is so solemn to me, as the early morning. In the summer-time, I often rise very early, and repair to my room to do a day's work before breakfast, and I am always on those occasions deeply impressed by the stillness and solitude around me. Besides that there is something awful in the being surrounded by familiar faces asleep -- in the knowledge that those who are dearest to us and to whom we are dearest, are profoundly unconscious of us, in an impassive state, anticipative of that mysterious condition to which we are all tending -- the stopped life, the broken threads of yesterday, the deserted seat, the closed book, the unfinished but abandoned occupation, all are images of Death. The tranquillity of the hour is the tranquillity of Death. The colour and the chill have the same association. Even a certain air that familiar household objects take upon them when they first emerge from the shadows of the night into the morning, of being newer, and as they used to be long ago, has its counterpart in the subsidence of the worn face of maturity or age, in death, into the old youthful look. Moreover, I once saw the apparition of my father, at this hour. He was alive and well, and nothing ever came of it, but I saw him in the daylight, sitting with his back towards me, on a seat that stood beside my bed. His head was resting on his hand, and whether he was slumbering or grieving, I could not discern. Amazed to see him there, I sat up, moved my position, leaned out of bed, and watched him. As he did not move, I spoke to him more than once. As he did not move then, I became alarmed and laid my hand upon his shoulder, as I thought -- and there was no such thing.

Thor's dream II The mortals that Linger in the house

It was a cold, dead morning (the sun not being up yet), and when I had out-watched the paling light of the fires of the iron country, and the curtain of heavy smoke that hung at once between me and the stars and between me and the day, I turned to my fellow-traveller and said:
"I BEG your pardon, sir, but do you observe anything particular in me"? For, really, he appeared to be taking down, either my travelling-cap or my hair, with a minuteness that was a liberty.
The goggle-eyed gentleman withdrew his eyes from behind me, as if the back of the carriage were a hundred miles off, and said, with a lofty look of compassion for my insignificance:
"In you, sir? -- B."
"B, sir?" said I, growing warm.
"I have nothing to do with you, sir," returned the gentleman; "pray let me listen -- O."
He enunciated this vowel after a pause, and noted it down.
At first I was alarmed, for an Express lunatic and no communication with the guard, is a serious position. The thought came to my relief that the gentleman might be what is popularly called a Rapper: one of a sect for (some of) whom I have the highest respect, but whom I don't believe in. I was going to ask him the question, when he took the bread out of my mouth.
"You will excuse me," said the gentleman contemptuously, "if I am too much in advance of common humanity to trouble myself at all about it. I have passed the night -- as indeed I pass the whole of my time now -- in spiritual intercourse."
"O!" said I, somewhat snappishly.
"The conferences of the night began," continued the gentleman, turning several leaves of his note-book, "with this message: 'Evil communications corrupt good manners.'"
"Sound," said I; "but, absolutely new?"
"New from spirits," returned the gentleman.
I could only repeat my rather snappish "O!" and ask if I might be favoured with the last communication.
"'A bird in the hand,'" said the gentleman, reading his last entry with great solemnity, "'is worth two in the Bosh.'"
"Truly I am of the same opinion," said I; "but shouldn't it be Bush?"
"It came to me, Bosh," returned the gentleman.
The gentleman then informed me that the spirit of Socrates had delivered this special revelation in the course of the night. "My friend, I hope you are pretty well. There are two in this railway carriage. How do you do? There are seventeen thousand four hundred and seventy-nine spirits here, but you cannot see them. Pythagoras is here. He is not at liberty to mention it, but hopes you like travelling." Galileo likewise had dropped in, with this scientific intelligence. "I am glad to see you, AMICO. COME STA? Water will freeze when it is cold enough. ADDIO!" In the course of the night, also, the following phenomena had occurred. Bishop Butler had insisted on spelling his name, "Bubler," for which offence against orthography and good manners he had been dismissed as out of temper. John Milton (suspected of wilful mystification) had repudiated the authorship of Paradise Lost, and had introduced, as joint authors of that poem, two Unknown gentlemen, respectively named Grungers and Scadgingtone. And Prince Arthur, nephew of King John of England, had described himself as tolerably comfortable in the seventh circle, where he was learning to paint on velvet, under the direction of Mrs. Trimmer and Mary Queen of Scots.

Thor's dream I the haunted house

Dream I - THE MORTALS IN THE HOUSE

Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make acquaintance with the house which is the subject of this Christmas piece. I saw it in the daylight, with the sun upon it. There was no wind, no rain, no lightning, no thunder, no awful or unwonted circumstance, of any kind, to heighten its effect. More than that: I had come to it direct from a railway station: it was not more than a mile distant from the railway station; and, as I stood outside the house, looking back upon the way I had come, I could see the goods train running smoothly along the embankment in the valley. I will not say that everything was utterly commonplace, because I doubt if anything can be that, except to utterly commonplace people- -and there my vanity steps in; but, I will take it on myself to say that anybody might see the house as I saw it, any fine autumn morning.
The manner of my lighting on it was this.
I was travelling towards London out of the North, intending to stop by the way, to look at the house. My health required a temporary residence in the country; and a friend of mine who knew that, and who had happened to drive past the house, had written to me to suggest it as a likely place. I had got into the train at midnight, and had fallen asleep, and had woke up and had sat looking out of window at the brilliant Northern Lights in the sky, and had fallen asleep again, and had woke up again to find the night gone, with the usual discontented conviction on me that I hadn't been to sleep at all; -- upon which question, in the first imbecility of that condition, I am ashamed to believe that I would have done wager by battle with the man who sat opposite me. That opposite man had had, through the night -- as that opposite man always has -- several legs too many, and all of them too long. In addition to this unreasonable conduct (which was only to be expected of him), he had had a pencil and a pocket-book, and had been perpetually listening and taking notes. It had appeared to me that these aggravating notes related to the jolts and bumps of the carriage, and I should have resigned myself to his taking them, under a general supposition that he was in the civil-engineering way of life, if he had not sat staring straight over my head whenever he listened. He was a goggle-eyed gentleman of a perplexed aspect, and his demeanour became unbearable.

Shinigami Thought XXIII Suffering

My deepest fear has come true my pain has trascended in to constant suffering I walk down a path no one can follow

Like the moon

you are changeable,

ever waxing

and waning;

hateful life

first oppresses

and then soothes

as fancy takes it;

poverty

and power

it melts them like ice.

Fate – monstrous

and empty,

you whirling wheel,

you are malevolent,

well-being is vain

and always fades to nothing,

shadowed

and veiled

you plague me too;

now through the game

I bring my bare back

to your villainy.

Fate is against me

in health

and virtue,

driven on

and weighted down,

always enslaved.

So at this hour

without delay

pluck the vibrating strings;

since Fate

strikes down the string man,

everyone weep with me!

Shinigami Thought XXII Pain

Commending my thoughts in hatred
“There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.”
(hate leads to pain pain leads to suffering this is my down fall im found in the edge of the abyss)


[Agony] I am pain
I am real. I'm not a dream
I'm the chain around your neck as you scream

Surrender now
You can't beat death at his ruthless game
Make your bow
Hang your head in shame

[Me] I can't believe there is no way out...
[Agony] You'll find you are wrong
[Me] You fill me with doubt...
[Agony] You were never that strong

[Agony] I am pain
I am the wound that never heals
It's all in vain
No compromise, no deals...

[Me] I can't believe this is the end
[Agony] It's written in stone
[Me] Where are my friends?
[Agony] You have always been alone!

[Rage] (Pain!) We lead
We hide as the pain leaves the rage inside
(Motion personified alpha)
Being here, welcomed by...a sane mind
A travelled lie

[Agony] I am pain
I am the end, I am your wraith
Nothing remains
I'm the loss of hope and faith

[Me] I can't believe there is no way out...
[Agony] You'll I find you are wrong
[Me] You fill me with doubt...
[Agony] You were never that strong

[Rage] We lead, we hide as the pain leaves the rage inside
(Motion personified alpha)
Being here, welcomed by...a sane mind
A travelled lie
All the time, I had waited with rage
All the time, I was promised my salvation

[Love] I can't accept this, we will find a way
Out of this cesspool of doom and dismay
Beyond this dejection there's beauty and grace
A glorious future we long to embrace

[Rage] (Pain!) All the time, I have waited with rage
(Motion personified alpha)
All the time, I was promised my salvation

Shinigami-thought XXI HATE

As hate fills up a this lone spirit here is my version of hate the hate of her of them of...life....(aware of my feelings i am i understand this path leads to the dark side)

Hate has burned a gaping hole -
The rancid reek of charring flesh
Is dancing on my very soul.
And as the rising fumes enmesh
My crumpled heart, I play the role
Of crabby fart, gassing off
A diatribe; bleeding out a
Bitter part: an ugly twisted man.

hate the way you dress
I hate that you are a mess
I hate your eyes
I hate your lies.

I hate it when you talk
I hate the way you walk
I hate your smile
I hate your style.

I hate your arms
I hate your charms
I hate your face
I hate your place.

I hate your hands
I hate your plans
I hate the way you think
I hate it when you drink.

I hate when you call
I hate it all
I hate it that you are true
I hate you when I’m blue.

I hate you when you sleep
I hate you very deep
I hate the way you kiss
I hate to be like this.

I hate your touch
I hate you much
I hate myself more

I hate how I loved you
I hate how I felt
I hate everything you said
That made my heart melt

I hate what you did
I hate how I hurt
I hate how you left me
Alone to die in the dirt

I hate how I let you in
And watched you steal my heart
I hate how much you put me through
I hate how much I cried

I hate how I try to hate you
I hate it that I can't
I hate it that I miss you
Even though you don't

I hate how I still love you
I hate how I still care
But most of all I hate it
That you are no longer here

Shinigami Thought XX whispers

My Dearest,

I have heard by whispers in the dark that you have been invaded by the same kind of sounds in the night that have miss lead you far form the truth my dear I tresure you like the winter sun treasures the spring flower whe it misses its beuty and has nothing but cold white to shine its care upon. I assure you my dearest epiphany that in this words there are no lies there are no miss leading words no intempt to confuse you just a solemn desire for your understanding hoping you could use your insght to see what is there but no one wishes to see hoping youd understand that those lone whispers at night bring nothing but double-dealing attempts to lead you far fom me.


Hope you listen my words not just whispers

The rustling of leaves
A stirring of the wind
Those things that I hear
grows fainter
and fainter
and fainter
until nothing but silence
is left to me. I hear nothing
but my thoughts and fears.

Shinigami thought XIX (don't ask 4 # XVIII it will never come out)

El silencio, compañero de la noche, que solo lo interrumpe los suspiros de recuerdos que a duras penas emite el alma, mientras agoniza tu ausencia, y se pregunta ¿Porque no estas aquí?

Mientras tanto te pienso, linda, dulce y alegre; de piel aterciopelada, impregnada por ese sutil aroma que se obtiene en los campos de alcatraces.

Será que tanto te extraño, que pienso en aquel día que te vi y que se paralizaron mis sentidos al ver tu silueta, ese sentimiento que me envolvía e invadía solo al verte, un fuerte palpitar dentro de mi capaz de mover montañas y de hacer cosas imposibles e inimaginables.

Desde que te alejaste solo me consuela la luna, que alumbra mi rostro humedecido, por las lágrimas que llevan tú nombre. A la cual pregunto por ti y el porque de no merecerme tu cariño; pero ni ella ni nadie me da la respuesta, que habré hecho mal, a caso seré merecedor de esta gran pena.

Será que no oyes mi llanto, será que no ves mi anhelo. Tal vez mi cariño nunca te convenció, tal vez nunca merecí quererte; quisiera cerrar el libro del recuerdo, dejando paso al presente, Encontrando a alguien que pueda estar con migo de la misma forma que tu lo pidiste haber estado.

Thor Secret II

Si pudiera deslizarme por el cielo
una estrella brillante te traería,
y para adornar tu cabellera
de diadema el arco iris te daría.

Si tu fueras mi reina
tu esclavo fiel sería
y postrado a tus pies,
yo mil besos te daría.

Si yo pudiera pasearte por el cielo
entre mis brazos yo te llevaría,
formaría un lecho de luceros
y allí te imploraría fueras mía.

Si tú fueras mía
sería linda fantasía
y en coro las estrellas
una canción de amor entonarían.

Si un día sucediera, reina mía
que mi sueño fuera realidad,
lucharía con todita mi alma
para darte toda la felicidad.

Si algún día fueras mía,
mi corazón yo te daría
y entre risas de alegría
tú serías mi linda fantasía.

Thor confession IV

Yo quisiera que encontraras en mis ojos
todas las respuestas que no se te decir.
Yo quisiera que buscaras dentro de mí,
todo lo que todavía no he podido encontrar.
Yo quisiera que estuvieras realmente segura,
de que eres Importante para mí.
Yo quisiera que todo mi ser ,
no tuviera un secreto para ti.
Yo quisiera muchas cosas,
pero lo que más quiero,
es que tú me quieras .

Shinigami thought XVII

Me pregunto niña bella

Radiante como la rosa

Si eres mujer o eres Diosa.

Eres claro amanecer

de un florido Abril Risueño

mitad Mujer mitad sueño,

gozo, deleite y placer.

En cuanto tu imagen vi

hechizado me rendi

al embrujo de tus ojos

y un dulce nectar bebi

en la copa de rubi

que forman tus labios

Thor confession III

Te he mirado a los ojos y tan destellantes son el brillo de ellos, son una linda mirada dulce, cautivante son esas lindas palabras que dices sólo para mi.

Tan importante para mi que sólo quiero seguirte a ti, todo el momento que pienso yo en ti, he anhelado de tus labios que prueben los míos, lo soñé tanto que quiero mirarte y decirte que eres importante para mi.

¿Tú hermosa carita no la puedes ver? Tan perfecta, tallada por los angeles de Dios, es mi tentación acaricirte, no me puedo creer que un ser como tú me ame tanto.

Toda mi vida el romance ha sido importante para mi, tú me haz cuidado con toda tú alma que sólo he necesitado de tú calor, cuando miro tus ojos me lleno de felicidad.

En que momentos pude ver tu sonrisa florecer, fue lo más destellante que pude ver, borrando el ayer, esos recuerdos que me hacen suspirar de amor y pasión.

Te miraré otra ves y plasmaré ese brillo intenso de ti, te probaré y lo guardaré en mi corazón, pues de ti jamás yo de mi alma jamás te sacaré

Thor confession II

Y tú ¿Me lo preguntas?
Tú que me robaste el corazón
tú que de deseos me embriagas.
Hoy declaras al mundo
que estoy prisionero
de tu mirada,
tu que esclavizaste mi voluntad
hurtaste mis caricias,
robaste mi virilidad
todo te lo di,
el cuerpo
el alma
a cambio de libar
el néctar de tu cuenco
a cambio de danzar
con mi hombría
en las profundidades
de tu cavidad,
a cambio de lamer
tus inhiestos volcanes
de lava blanca,
a cambio
de besar tu boca.
Y hoy proclamas al viento
que soy todo tuyo.
Acaso crees
que habiéndome embriagado
con tu cuerpo
¿Deseo ser de otra?

Shinigami thought XVI How sad...

Que difícil es tenerte
sin lograr poder tocarte,
que difícil es amarte
Sin lograr poder besarte.

La distancia nos aleja
y queremos estar juntos
Mi paciencia ya se queja
porque no me siento tuyo.

Que difícil es desearte
sin lograr que estés conmigo
pasa el tiempo y ya quiero
volver a sentirme vivo.

Tu me pides que te espere
pero esta pasando el tiempo
y no te estas dando cuenta
que mi amor se esta muriendo.

Mi destino esta en tus manos
pero quiero ahora decirte
que si no puedes salvarlo
por favor déjame irme.

Shinigami thought XV: Perfeccion estetica

He alcanzado una estrella;
He visto por primera vez, un ángel;
He visto una chica de belleza incomparable.
Con sus labios bañados en cristal;
Con sus ojos invaluables como diamantes;
Con su cabello hermoso;
Ella es toda una perfección intocable.

Magistral mirada, voz de ángel;
Desearía que me tomara de las manos,
Desearía que el milagro del amor entre nosotros pase.

Una perfección, una belleza celestial;
Una hermosura divina;
Una experiencia sin igual;
Ver a su hermoso rostro, a sus lindos ojos,
La belleza angelical.

Páginas sin escribir, hay en mi cuaderno;
En todas ellas resuena tu recuerdo;
Dificultando mi capacidad para pensar;
Dejando sólo a mi sexto sentido;
Dejando que según mi corazón, yo tenga que actuar.

Muchas veces, sin siquiera pensar,
Sin siquiera mi realidad poder visualizar;
Me encuentro escribiendo estas desesperadas cartas,
Esperando a él día que pueda a tu corazón finalmente llegar.

Lucho en contra de la soledad;
Pero esta batalla está perdida si tú no estás;
Te necesito aquí a mi lado,
Ayúdame a sanar, y a cerrar estas heridas
Que en el pasado, el dolor tuve que soportar.

Busco puertas que me puedan guiar;
Que me lleven por un camino corto,
Que me lleven directo a dónde tú estás;
No soporto tener que esperar,
Él tiempo no me acompaña;
Quizá mañana vivo no vuelva a estar,
Por eso te digo con el corazón en mis manos una vez más;
Que Te Amo con todas mis fuerzas;
Te pido que me des una oportunidad.

Every morning

there is one girl in my life that makes me love again
as pretty as a girl could be so beautiful.
Every morning she makes me a cup of coffee
with a smile on her face I´m a man in love
and she´s glourious.

Every morning I wake up and I think of you
with a smile on my face I´m a man in love
and she´s glourious

I want you to stay in my life.
Never say goodbye even if you cry im still by your side.

Shinigami Thought XIV

No es lo q verdaderamente siento solo escribi en auto piloto y salio mejor de lo q creia

Últimamente mis noches

se han tornado luminosas

he perdido tu amor de rosas

y esos sentimientos de amores.

Cuando más cerca estoy de tu silueta

más celoso estoy de tu mente;

nunca has tenido carácter autosuficiente

pera elegir tu verdadero yo valiente.

Y por mas que confío en ti,

no puedo entender el porque

esto ya no volverá a ser igual

y porque no volveré a respirar...

Los celos felinos me llenan el cerebro

de mentiras asesinas de amor

que despacio entran en el agujero

de mi mente; y este gran resplandor

me llena los ojos de tristezas pervertidas

y de alegrías estropeadas

porque tu amor se ha vuelto una mentira

que lentamente entra en mi corazón

que hace del dolor/amor una sátira

haciéndolo una ilusión!

Y no entiendo porque

¿Por qué haces esto?

es mentira o es la realidad?

la realidad atormentadora

de mi vida de vanidad

donde una serpiente voladora

se apodera de mi melancólico corazón....

y aun me amas??

aun me escuchas?

siénteme y lléname de amor

pero no me des la espalda

frente a el,

que no quiero perderte,

y menos frente a ese delincuente

que me ha robado

lo que tenía

que me ha robado tu amor

desde la lejanía

dejándome este triste color.

Thor secret II -palabas al azar-

"No sé como decirte que mi voz te busca

Y la atención comienza a florecer, cuando sucede una noche

Espléndida y colosal. No sé que decir, cuando lejanamente tus muñecas

Se llenan de un brillo luminoso

Y te estremeces como un pensamiento íntimo. Cuando,

Iniciado en el campo, el centeno inmaduro se ondula tocado

Por el presentir de un tiempo distante,

Y en la tierra crecida los hombres entonan una vendimia

- yo no se como decirte que cientos de ideas,

Dentro de mí, te buscan.

Cuando las hojas de la melancolía arremeten contra los astros

Al lado del espacio

Y el corazón es una semilla inventada

En su fondo oscuro y en su huracán diario,

Tú arrebatas los caminos de mi soledad

Como si toda la casa ardiese descansando en la noche.

- Y entonces no sé que decir

Junto a la taza de piedra de tu silencio tan joven.

Cuando los niños despiertan sobrecogidos en la luna

De donde caen a veces en medio del tiempo

- no se como decirte que la pureza,

Dentro de mí, te busca.

Durante la primavera entera aprendo

Los tréboles, el agua sobrenatural, el leve y abstracto

Correr del espacio - Y pienso que voy a decir algo con sentido,

Pero cuando la sombra cae de la ávida curva

De mis labios, siento que me faltan

Un girasol, una piedra, un ave - cualquier cosa extraordinaria.

Porque no se como decirte sin milagros

Que dentro de mí está el sol, el fruto,

El niño, el agua, el dios, la leche, la madre,

El amor,

Que te buscan. "

shinigami thought XIII

As the sun goes down
Everybody is in town
At the opera, that’s were they’ll be
That is were I’m going to go, see
Everyone sang the same
No feelings, bunch of lames
Until I heard her
A perfect songster
She is the one to be heard
She was the only songbird
Her voice, talented and special
Her appearance was sensational
Her long blond hair, blue eyes
Her skin makes me cry
But she sang so pure
She was like the potion for my cure
She sang and made me weak
She is the one I am to seek
Beautiful eyes on where she sees
She even brought me to my knees
It can’t be real what you can not steal
So I went and told her how I feel
I was scared at first
Which made me feel worst
I felt such a worry
She was in a hurry
I thought she’ll say no
It was the only way to know
Her answer was a surprise
The we lived our lives with no lies
Then we lived happily ever after
That’s if the story ended to be shorter
We did live happy together
We did get married forever
She also kept her career
Which I didn’t interfere
I went to all her concerts
Every guy wants her which hurts
I never let it build up
So I kept it shut
That night I felt bad
These thoughts made me sad
I told her something is going to end wrong
She closed her eyes then she sang my song
At one point I felt good
Then I understood
Pain, shame I felt for her
All my feelings are gone for her
I graved my pillow, held it on her head
Minutes later, she lay dead

Thor secret I

In the dark caves of my mind, I fall asleep spending time hoping and dreaming for the truth from my princes.
Instead loneliness knocks on my door to come over and play knowing I’ll answer every time

Shinigami Thought XII

Hogar ese dulce hogar
donde anidó ni cariño
y mis caprichos de niño
rebelde para olvidar

Puro pasar con sentido
despertar con alegría
la magia, la fantasía
lo bueno de lo vivido

Eran los tiempos felices
maravilla de colores
verdaderos los amores
un festival de matices

Y mi madre tan amada
y tan franca su sonrisa
todo se fue con la brisa
y en mis manos sólo nada

De regreso en lo que deberia llamar hogar despues de un mes de descanso volvere a donde lo sueños no estan al otro lado del arcoiris
extrañare denuevo el pacifico... aquel oceano q le hace honor a su nombre donde solo puedes navegar y respirar paz....

Thor Confession I (for his lost penguin)

Alice cooper Die for you....
A HUNDRED NUMBERS ON MY WALL
SOME WITH NAMES I SOMETIMES CALL
I DROP A COIN AND WATCH IT FALL
TRYIN TO GET CONNECTED TO YOU

A THOUSAND HOURS ALL ALONE
MY SOFTEST PILLOW TURNS HARD AS STONE
THIS IS THE LONGEST NIGHT ON MY OWN
LYING HERE THINKING OF YOU

SOMETIMES I SHAKE MY HEAD
AND LAUGH TO MYSELF
ID LIKE TO START AGAIN WITH SOMEBODY ELSE
IM LIKE A BROKEN TOY FORGOTTEN ON THE SHELF

BABY, I COULD HAVE BEEN SOMEONE
I COULD HAVE BEEN SOMETHING
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NOTHING TO DIE FOR YOU
BABY, YOURE GOING TO NEED ME
YOUD BETTER BELIEVE ME
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY TO DIE FOR YOU

A MILLION MEMORIES FLOOD MY BRAIN
DROWN MY SORROW
KILL MY PAIN
WHETS MY THIRST FOR YOU AGAIN
JUST ANOTHER NIGHT TO GET THROUGH


ALL MY NEIGHBORS SCREAM FOR QUIET AT MY DOOR
SHATTERED GLASS AND TORN UP PHOTOS ON THE FLOOR
WELL, I COULDNT STAND TO SEE YOUR PICTURES ANYMORE

BABY, I COULD HAVE BEEN SOMEONE
I COULD HAVE BEEN SOMETHING
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NOTHING TO DIE FOR YOU
BABY, YOURE GOING TO NEED ME
YOUD BETTER BELIEVE ME
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY TO DIE FOR YOU

THESE CUTS ARE DEEP BUT YOU PLEAD INNOCENT
ARE YOU HELL OR ARE YOU HEAVEN-SENT
YOURE MUCH TO COLD TO KNOW HOW MUCH
YOU MEANT TO ME, YEAH

A BILLION TEAR DROPS FALLEN FROM MY EYES
BUT ITS JUST A JOKE NOW
AND IM LAUGHING AT YOUR LIES
YOU MAKE ME HARD AS ROCK
AND NOW I REALIZE

BABY, I COULD HAVE BEEN SOMEONE
I COULD HAVE BEEN SOMETHING
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NOTHING TO DIE FOR YOU
BABY, YOURE GOING TO NEED ME
YOUD BETTER BELIEVE ME
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY TO DIE FOR YOU