Flawed

Sometimes you are flawed, you make mistakes, you make bad decisions.

Do you know what that means? 

You are human.

Perfection is overrated.

Finis et vitae

Dance as you listen to life's music
Sing as you feel life's lyrics
Cry to the end of life's song.

And Listen to the echoes,
as you remember life,
but never again, its Touch.

Amor sive solitudini

It can eat through your heart
It can catch up with you in a moments notice
It can capture you and  leave you defenseless
Some may think I speak of love
Others, that I speak of loneliness
In which fate does your heart lie?

Blindness

Everything seems to turn dark.
A shadow has taken over my eyes.
When day turns to night,
When reality and illusion collide,
What will you do?
See?
Or let yourself be blind?

Politiquices

Agora um bocadinho de actualidade. Dizem que anda por aí o FMI. Acho que é verdade. Agora se os ditos senhores e senhoras andam a por as mãos na cabeça a tentar encontrar soluções, bebam muito café ( ou então algo mais forte, pois vão precisar). E não se preocupem se acharem que estão a precisar de óculos. Não precisam. O buraco é mesmo desse tamanho. Uma solução seria pôr os nossos amigos políticos e dirigentes a um canto de castigo. Se resulta com as crianças, deduzo que com homens e mulheres supostamente adultos também. Nem que seja para haver uma viagem introspectiva à infância. Por outro lado, a Finlândia não quer ajudar? Não faz mal. Podem sempre ir a uns joguitos de futebol. Têm uns quantos marmanjos a andar de um lado para o outro em calções cujas contas bancárias estão recheadas. Façam uma petição.

Change the DJ

Last night went out with friends. It was great to let out some steam. Enjoy the weekend while it lasts. It was good until we decided to lift our buts out of the chairs and dance. This is where, as until then we where more into our conversation (or some remotely like that), we concentrated on the music. Well, it suched. We were begging for the change in the DJ. Have something to tell you about that.... DIDN'T WORK!!!

Inspiration

Well, it seems there hasn't been any really inspiration to write. Although, maybe I'm lying (is this right??) there. Maybe there has been a word there, a sentence here. And I should have more material with all the schizophrenic people I put up everyday.

What do you do?

What do you do,
When you can't do a thing?
What do you say
When there's nothing to say?
What do you feel
When you can't feel?

Do you turn around?
Do you keep quiet?
Do you turn cold?

Or do you fight?

The humming bird

Once upon a time I saw a humming bird
Flying through the sky
Bright and colourful
It seemed to go high and high
Through the white clouds
But they changed
Storm came
Rain started to pour down
Mixed with tears
that feel through my eyes
All I saw now was grey
The sky dark
And the humming bird falling.

Holding on...

Temptation looks down on you
It pulls you through,
Even when you try to hold on.
Your hands and feet,
May be carved to the dusty floor,
But blood is pumping in your veins
Adrenaline squeezing your thoughts
And you still want to reach it

After the dream ends

Have you ever seen such beautiful sight?
That it seems as blue as the ocean's depth
Have you ever touched such soft skin?
That your hand seems to run through velvet?
Have you ever felt such powerful feeling?
That robs you of your heart and soul
Have you ever tasted such sweet taste?
That it can overcome your other senses?
Did you feel whole then?
Even after you awoke from the dream?

Thinking...

Have you ever stopped and really looked around you? I mean...not just look but see.
We go through life looking but never seeing.
Now...a different thing...

Have you ever tried to think? I don't mean just to consume what others say and do. Others Opinions don't count! I mean to think for yourself and then...

Think and see.

First step. SEE yourself through a mirror.
Second Step. Think for yourself. Don't let yourself jut be there.
Third Step. Actually do it.

P.S.: I had a wish for self help... Tell me if it works

Will I ever understand why?

© By Sammie

I once tried to break free
Tried to feel the dark waters crash around
to let them wash away the tears
to see If the ropes around me let go of their grip

I tried to understand what went wrong
why the ropes kept gripping harder
why the harder the tears came
the more the dark waters turned violent

Then I understood
I was holdin' on to something
something that had long ago gone by
and the more i cried
the more i couldn't break free

...so...

I let go...I broke free...

and no more tears for nothing