Perfect 10

I can finally see.
The hype of this number from my friends.
It is not just any numbers in the open sea.
This four number defined "Perfect 10"

No, I never had a Sweet Sixteen.
The event where my parents said: "You are an adult."
No, because I wasn't yet, I was still a young, sick teen.
Now, I can see. Next year, I will be making the thunderbolt.

This teeth will break from its metal cage,
With the independence, it will make happiness and love.
Smoothness of the divine creation and not man's rage.
Let me smile to people and they smile back, we will create a dove.

This is mine and I don't want it on my face.
It sneaky popping out, creating yellow and red on mine and their's.
Insecure surrounds me. "What are you looking when you are talkin to me, ace?"
Not me, huh? Let friendships destroy and the pain, silently, I bear.

2010
A new era will come and let the old kingdom perish.
My brothers, your time has ended.
In life, there can be only one king. No,
neither of you. Me.
I will lay the law, people are bees.
With my new form, I will be surround with ho.
No, you are a slut. Too late, you are tired.
I will lay the law, raise the bar, make life ravish.

Beware.
scared.
No where to run.
My destiny has come, innocence and guilty
will be collateral.
Friend will stay friend, join and enjoy.
People called "Fri-end" will feel the sun.
Climbing is tiring, but satisfy.
Waiting is...waiting, but satisfy without grafity.

Destiny has come and I am ready.
Come and suck me.
I let you, take me, and throw me
Because I am lost,
throw me far and hard...
To a perfect 10, to greatness.

I will land.

Time+Expectations= Truth (Change)

He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.

After so long,
After so many expectations,
You haven't change,
I haven't change,
The world hasn't change.

What say you, my friend?
Disagreement?
Ay, the only difference between the world and space
Is the idea of truth.
I had the idea of truth that you will, eventually, accept me.
Not mock me.
Not patronized me.
Not dehumanized me.
The static of time could have been a lifeline, but we all have needs.
I miss the past and its friends.

You expect too much.
No, I can't.
I don't why.
I can touch the sky, but I won't leave the grass.
Soft, green and it has not long to live.
How can a great leader claimed and fall?
To life, I am not following failure, lies, and hypocrisy.

2020
Big number, little effort.
We, brothers, are still fighting since the beginning of independence.
Are we really independent?
The fight has shown no difference than the one in 69'.
Instead of parangs, we use politics and words.
Words. Words. Words.
Manipulative and it bleeds and murder through the ears of a Sr. Hamlet.

The world still kills, part of human traits.
Now, laws and rights restrain us from killing each other, no politically,
We clinched our teeth and cry our eyes,
We kill the helpless.
The helpless moving object without a conscious,
The voiceless still object without mercy.
Woody noises, cold tears, and falling existence.
We know and see nothing.

Studying the truth by dissecting it.
Numbers, words, humans, animals, and molecules.
The equation of the world:
Time+Expectations=Truth
Time is physical, spiritually, and emotionally.
Valuable and created and infinite.
Expectations are mentally.
We expect and expect and we don't do anything.
Don't expect, just jump and jump.
Truth is between space and Earth.
It is ugly, full of gas that drowns us, sinners.
Time is truth-physical and mentally.
Yes,
We are the truth of time.

Sorry, I Am Alive

Trace back the steps of your life
one by one...

The sport events that made you a hero,
The drama showcases that you starred,
The speech that put your school on the map,
The love relationships that you got caught PDA-ing.

What do you feel?
Happy? Normal? Whatever?
The compliments that you receive must be plethora.

"Wow, great save"
"Wow, great show"
"Wow, great speech"
"Wow, great sex"

Wow, wow, wow! Fuck it!
For once, I want to be you.
At least, survived the early stages.
The rejections are unbearable anymore.

"Sorry, you didn't make the team because you are too short."
"Sorry, you did well in the audition but there were better people."
"Sorry, with sadness, I tell you that you are not one of those 4 participants who was chosen by the panel of judges"
"Sorry, I only see you as a friend."

"Sorry" takes the very core of you feeling,
making you feel useless,
making you vulnerable,
making you try and try and never gets it.

Flying Love

Tights, wearing red underwear infront of them, and cape
guy has never been my favorite superhero.
But he can fly.
I want to fly up high, sky high, up, up and away!

Not for the thrill.
Not to save the world.
Not for myself.

Just for you.
To show my love for you.
To show a picture of my love.
To love the love over again.

A tiny push of the ground
like the tiny spark of my love
I will take you high as the moon
Calmly, cool, cautious night.
I will show you the love that is in my heart, up there.
I will point you down to the city.
The beautiful city lights.

A tiny thought
like the first time I saw you
I will take you around the world.
Windy, winding, wet altitude, we will fly.
To woo you heart, I will take days, months, years
to prove to you that the world is small
compared to my love.

A tiny anger
like when I saw you with him
I will take you high as the sun
Red-hot, raging, rut, we will slowly be burn and rot.
To prove my love to you,
I will let our body burn and set our love free
without limitation.

Tights, wearing red underwear infront of them, and cape
guy has never been an icon for me
but like him,
I am crazy for the girl of my dream.

The Pass-Through

Children, today I am going to tell you something.
It is no secret. No lies. No fun.
Just the truth.
Dear old gramps is going to tell you a story
of a kind of people. A special kind.
No race. No nationality. No religion.
Just personality.
I call them "The Pass-Through."

No invincible. No invisible. No reliable.
They are everywhere.
You may have them in your family,
your group of friends,
or your schoolmate.
You know them but you just "pass-through" them.

They are the kids that just sit alone in the middle of mumbling crowd.
Just to be a part of society.
They are the kids that just hope for a "friend" to talk to them.
Just to share their problems.
They are the kids that just dream about the girl of their dream.
Just to believe in love.
They are the kids that just loose in everything, but never gives up.
Just to think that they can be somebody.

Now.
Do you any "The Pass-Through?"
A family member?
A friend?
Someone from school?
No?

You rigid-rugrats!
You mouthful-morons!
You fucking-freaks!
I AM ONE! well at least, was.

Now, hush up, stop crying and let gramps finish his story.
"The Pass-Through" just like anyone are capable of change.

I decided not to be a "The Pass-Through."
I decided not to be passing through life.
I decided not to be passing through until no one realize i am dead.
I decided not just to be the kid that try-outs and fail.
I decided to be Lazarus of Bethany.

"Live the life. Live the dream. No fear"
"Tomorrow Will Be Another Yesterday, Today Never Existed."
Wake up, grandsons!