I feast of pain...

I can feel the winter

heading our way,

I am a winter child

that predicts when the 

summer castle will collapse

at glance,

Is a defense mechanism

to self destruct what i

currently have empower 

to my best knowledge,

of what and how to destruct

such a feeling that makes me

weak to my knees,

Overcoming routine,

is that strong woman in me,

I'll lie if i tell you,

I give it all,

I was born to be numb

to emotions,

to behave in such a freedom,

rumors whisper and so is such

a magnet,

that attract those in need,

never the least,

I foretell that is exact

my deed,

Understand I feast over pain,

strong battle that I fight everyday,

it sound difficult,

but more difficult is 

thinking that is that difficult,

cult of knowledge is required

to deal with such a monster,

So i was created a million years ago,

where winter was cold and

summer was hot,

short season in both,

to keep the balance within,

it is simple,

 I feast of pain,

don't over think it,

it is very simple,

A soft touch,

a master mind,

determine position,

with strong grounds,

intelligence under sleeves,

to surprise the monster out of me,

knowledge of peace,

for that's the key,

to empower the demons in me...

Life is what you make of it....

Hesitations,

lack of motivation,

never the less all excuses made

to not do and so forth,

Everyday is a lie,

lack of acknowledging

the truth for who i really am,

the bad was past,

and so i grew out of all

that venom,

that used to consume me on a daily basis,

Is not a question,

is an answer,

is not rudeness,

is honesty,

is not pity,

is understanding,

is not insensitive,

is the naked truth

of what life is all about,

I stumble very clumsy,

and so i was named,

perhaps i was judged,

the talent was hiding

behind all those criticism,

that attacked me 

even when i sleep,

Quietly i sit and listen,

so much wisdom i had accomplished,

not only because ages of ages i have aged,

but rough feet that sanding them

don't seem to get smoother,

Life is what you make of it,

is not only understanding,

is believing it,

and so is as easy said then done,

but so the road we daily go down,

is un-predictable,

Perhaps a daily prayer

to guide us,

because with faith

we won't stumble,

and it may be so pathetic,

but more pathetic is those daily

constant bad decision that make you

sound like a broken record,

with that word sorry

that you made it have no value,

I may not have many friends,

because i am real,

and so my thoughts,

and so my writing,

and so many words that may come

out of my mouth,

Yes!! with rough edges

but sincere intentions

that want the world to know,

i was born to make history,

with only but the truth,

with a thirst of knowledge,

to become a better person within me..

What i meant to do.....

I can taste the sea,

as i walk down a path 

full of memories

that reminds me who i was,

I can feel the wind,

as i sit still with my 

eyes close trying to find the medium,

recollecting myself 

from falling pieces

that can't seem to stick together,

Perhaps i have been

in that track that skip,

over and over and don't seem

to move on the next song,

and so it has been worn out,

and my story is tore up,

Common sense,

the blinded man stresses,

as is a vibe that you feel in your spine,

causing chills for that winter storm

that make those thoughts freeze,

In age, I've aged,

saddest stories so wise i became,

true love was not written on books

when i went to school,

bitter taste memories

that made my skin tough,

as my life has slued,
in many ways,
in many perspectives,
heart felt transition,
that has spell love sake
petition,

Every day is a struggle,
complicating every day decisions,
that constantly remind me,
that life is too short to dwell,
to stop, to persist of nothing
more then revenge,

i was born to love,
curse with a beauty,
blessed with a heart,
and so let the journey begin,
for what i meant to do....

Romeo must die!!

In complicated versions,

there is a story to tell,

and so for a man taste there 

she is,
with beautiful eyes,

beautiful lips,

beautiful face that enlighten the room,

and that personality that occupies the room, 

full of fools that want only but dust,

She doesn't believe,

that this gift of true power

over man she consist of,

wave moves as she moves,

reflection on the mirror has told it all,

and so is an interesting story..

and so strangers feed over her words,

and that personality that does it all,

so romeo came along,
 as it was an accident,

it never meant to happen,

it never meant to meet
 and hug and kiss and 

discover what was discover,

A beauty within,
that has taken her 

to where she was afraid to go,

it just couldn't be!!!

it can not be!!!

and so her heart raises

not understanding this new feeling,

Many souls in search of this beauty,

not because her outer beauty,

but because inside,
she is as beautiful,

as an innocent child can be,

and so the story begins,

This romeo has taken away last hope

of this poor souls,
of finding the right one, 

she is it and romeo romance her,

and so there is questions of shallow man,

what could've they done to capture her heart,

Death was wished upon romeo,

when she has turn her head,
taking chances,

and give this romeo a chance,

as the world is agaisnt him,

 and so question arises,

why settle?
when the world you own!,

and she answers, 

because he loves me!,
but for he must die...