Monday, June 20, 2011

Dedicated to Javier

That poor little black guy
He was almost caught by the arms of darkness
If the angels were not there
To lift him up and showed their illuminance

He has pure white teeth and heart
Knowing what he needs to do, yet too tired to achieve it

That poor little black guy
Life has been taught him numerous things
Now, he is crying alone in the dark
Mourning one of the pearls of his life
Which would never ever go back again

That poor little black guy
With our little wings we can not bring you to fly around in the blue sky
Yet, we always spread it as your umbrella
And give you love and the beautiful lesson of a sincere human love

That poor little black guy
is wishing that that everything bad would be ended soon
the beautiful night will come again with its full moon
after tonight, I hope it will come soon


-Den Haag, 21/06/2011-

Thursday, June 16, 2011

My house is not a home

My house is a not a home
Anymore

My house is not a home
When I can not do the things that I like
My house is not a home
When I find that the conversations are not suitable for my ears
My house is not a home
When the companions do not support me to reach my dreams
My house is not a home
When I always insisted to join the things that is not suited for my soul
My house is not a home
When it is hard for me to do the right things!!

Should I stay or should I run away?
I did talk but it vanished by a single blow
If I yelled, they would run and never come back
I do not want to be the bad guy
then I trapped and I can not get out

My house is not a home anymore
What should I do for it??

-Our home, 17/06/2011-