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  25: Poems and Writings

  Luiz Guilherme

  Published: 2010

  Tag(s): poem inspirational

  It all starts like this …

  …

  unintentionally

  without knowing

  without understanding

  but with curiosity in mind

  which awakens a desire: to go ahead.

  L. Guilherme

  Two friends were watching a chemistry class. In the midst of the explanation, one whispers to another:

  -To what serves the chemical, full configurations, atoms and particles?

  -For all [said another friend]

  -For all? You're kidding. It just fills your head with 10% of all brain function that we have.

  "You're wrong. All this track yet more of our thinking being.

  -Is it? Well I guess not.

  "Do not you think that does not strive.

  -Really?

  -Yeah. You study it to a race?

  -No.

  -So.

  -It 's why I think all this is very annoying.

  -Sometimes it's boring is necessary. And what is necessary, is useful in our lives.

  -And if everything is boring, what would you do?

  -It would make it possible for everything to be good, because if it did not, that everything would remain flat.

  The friend returned to the attention of the class with a little more awareness.

  Where I run now, if I have no where to go there?

  If the roads are nonexistent, I should be stopped, without drafting a will to go forward.

  But if I say so, what will I do?

  Stares at nothing before me, or invent something that can distract me?

  I'd better sit spin, wait for a path that can be calved at all.

  Or is it better that I build paths, which appear to directions and new directions?

  …

  It's raining.

  Nobody rains.

  But the rain wets

  Everything and everyone.

  Then it rains.

  Is anybody out there, wanting to invade and grow into solitude?

  If you want to come, why will not fear because the company would not leave me all alone.

  We can talk kill miss something intimate to us, live with this and maybe think about the future.

  We can have coffee if you want to watch something that pleases us, or simply do nothing.

  We can also move up the slab, flying kites, imagining something, or watch the sunset sun.

  Even if you do not make me the happiest man in the world, I accepted as a being who is filling a place that lives a long time without anyone.

  A small disturbance of the lack of patience just happened.

  Four friends formed a band with a cool sound.

  There was just one problem between them: the fights.

  They fought for very little.

  Heating up the head by something as cold.

  They were furious at a time where they could relax and praise (or assist) each other.

  But only discuss, speak evil, and end up fighting over minimum.

  They beat his mouth with an overwhelming intensity, and thus initiated the fighting, which left many brands.

  These brands, which were exposed in the body and face.

  At small shows performed around the world, few realized that gaping, but soon stopped thinking, because their sound was mesmerizing.

  At the end of the shows, the fighting persisted, and that was a routine that eroded.

  Too bad they're so angry, dark, angry, like a storm in the city (or worse).

  Maybe someday, they can control their nerve impulses, and return to sing with a little more happiness.

  …

  There are times it hits a sadness so great that the heart and able to explode from so much displeasure.

  When you feel something, it seems that everything around us is one regrets, pain that follows us everywhere.

  Sometimes it is difficult to speak, think and even look for things that seem to be common for some time.

  It surrounds us, takes us through the heart in a way so overwhelming that it seems that he is strengthened for the good things, and has a fragile structure, where any simple touch, is an endless cry.

  Sadness is really strong when it will be a tough heart to it.

  Everything gets broken, mended, rolled up like a tough nut to crack.

  But when he is strong, does not feel these pains treacherous, because behind a stronger heart, there is a tinge of love, that makes that difference in existential life.

  Whenever lack light, I see the emptiness that was in me, it has expanded so sharply, eventually leading to a clasp of lights.

  Am I that strong to the point that my weakness may change what is impossible in the physical life?

  I will not hesitate anything about it.

  Just leave that my feelings do for me, without any harm happen to me so inadequate and serious, and without my stir no finger, and I end up inadvertently causing something bad, so pointless.

  …

  You have to learn to live

  To see and hear

  What life is more wise and tasty

  In his priceless moments.

  Every moment that I no see you soon start to shake, trying to react, so I can somehow find myself without you.

  Everything seems so unreal, because in a few moments, you feel close, closer than I think.

  Distance is a huge wall between us, but this will not stop our love so intense that we feel.

  Can I walk alone out there, not knowing where to go, but you will always be in command of this madman, who has a heart for all you woman of my life.

  …

  I'm waiting for the rain to pass, that my feelings back to me within my disenchant sufferer.

  I hope, I want to be happy, I have the smile back on my face, and not be locked here in this house, remembering my bitterness.

  I want to live on a beautiful blue sky and a sun-filled life, to forget what the rain brings me bad.

  …

  Lose sight of my eyes and could not react, is the worst thing that can feel.

  Being blind in a world filled with big eyes is hopeless as far as not loving.

  Could not find anything, noting that its restriction to prevent you from your life, is something that traumatizing that subtracts your desire to live.

  View a single color in your life, be a man with his eyes open without being able to see, it's painful, raw and cold, for someone who wants to live.

  Be a little cruel society that excludes him because of its limitation, the lake is so disappointing as to miss the sunrise.

  Present

  I am

  The poor do not rhyme

  The mind does not think

  The hands that do not work.

  Past

  I was

  Man who missed steps

  What little loved

  That nothing won

  What ever cried

  Future

  I can be

  The kind that may have something

  To be a

  To be happy

  To love as I want.

  Well, I do not feel good when I'm fucked up, but I feel better when I'm with those above me.

  I do not care too many words. Only care about those who teach me something.

  All I see is not merely illustrated, for life is no cartoon.

  The shock of the lights is like my ideas: Do not let sparks fly, but it is something useful (or [some times] useless).

  If I love you one way and another, all right. The important thing is knowing how to love for pleasure, not for any thing.

  Delighting is easy: you simply pay and ready, is yours. What is difficult is getting a great love for your life.

  We can not just talk about what he did, why in practice and you see what we can do.

  If I am or not this or that, I do not care, I'll be the same as always.

  …

  Even if it's something strange crawling through a fake, I will always follow my destiny, without turning to the past. Although there are substances suffocating trying to kill me, I'm going, that way I trusted to follow for a dream. Even if the ratio is much greater than faith, I never turn back from the dream, that the path I follow since I started thinking about it. Although all the heartache proves good and kindness proves bad, I will go the way I thought for a living for a dream.

  Living on dreams is not enough for those who have desires, as a being of truth lives of realities.

  We can not just think about what he wants, or thoughts you wish for comes to mind, that everything you see (and do), is real, not illusion.

  Dreaming is good, surely not disagree with that.

  But make it happen is all because we are giving the effort to something that until now was a fiction.

  Not to be insensitive, or crude as a stone, but a real thing is worth much more than a dream come see us every day.

  …

  Mean by saying is not correct when you have feelings at stake, why is there so that we can honestly talk about what really is being said, done, or executed at a time.

  Place any sense out without first thinking, is fatal, because inadvertently, it returns a so low and bad, as something said in vain.

  Play words in the air without a fixed foundation is useless, because the words need to be lovingly cared for (and spoken), that otherwise they vanish, and are at the mercy of petty things and for
ceful.

  Think before any verbal or physical act is essential for everything to evacuate in a free, lightweight, loose, unlike these so-called evil spoken and underutilized.

  …

  Inside is out of my brain, things run so crazy, different, who come to be inexplicable to me for my wise.

  Are few things that feel, and many are lost, why do not understand something vibrant, wagging my head.

  Frankly, I do not believe in a personal way, but I can assimilate my being sentimental, like I can play with madness that overtakes me at times.

  Sometimes I think I'm a robot, but when I look in the mirror, I see that I'm normal, with head, trunk and limbs.

  Occasionally, I hear voices, see the chairs to walk, but look at myself and say it's just wild.

  Glad that all is not trivial to the point of cruel, because my control works as a "click", warning me of a possible runaway.

  I am no one who can do the perfect rhyme.

  I am a seed

  In the midst of millions of grains

  That are far ahead

  A guy like me.

  I am a discrete point

  Amid this crowd that wants to stand out.

  I'm the one you see every day

  Waiting for the school bus

  Alone.

  I'm the guy who listens to learn

  And learn to live

  And live to survive this flood

  Of ego and ignorance.

  I am so

  Not pleasing anyone

  Not playing on stage.

  I'm normal.

  I'm human.

  I am one.

  … .

  I'm going out to enjoy myself because I can not stand the void that massacred all my joy.

  Night fell and now I have to smile and be happy for a moment, in order to scare the pain makes me a fool all the time.

  I want to enjoy the freedom, for which I am deprived of it, is this my biggest mistake.

  Life is exciting, so do not want to waste a minute more of this life that God gave me. I'll be happy and come back.

  I missed a word

  You have not heard

  But for me, meant something.

  You may have closed their ears

  But for me it was an almost.

  Almost disaster

  That could destroy our love.

  An almost goodbye

  You have told me something I'm not pleased

  And I leave you forever.

  This went unnoticed, even well

  Because he feared for my mistake, the worst of it all.

  But it's past.

  Now I do not error anymore.

  …

  It's so useless to say

  That life seems to be

  What good is.

  But it is not

  Futile because there is still

  Amid the goodness

  And the sad faces.

  …

  Act 1

  How to live without you?

  It's an endless void that consumes me.

  It's a pain that kills me smile.

  It's not like being in paradise.

  2nd Act

  The sun shone.

  I already feel the full morning

  as a sweet perfume that numbs me

  life reborn with each new second.

  Act 3

  I am flawed, defective, uncorrectable

  unpretentious, and friend … who is my enemy.

  I'm mad, uncontrolled, disentangling

  unloved, distracted and unmistakable defeat.

  …

  Breathe in and breathe

  which is not liquid

  what is invisible

  but it fills my lungs

  and give me the sustenance to live.

  And so it ends…

  …

  everything was done with sweat and effort.

  everything you thought

  heard and imagined.

  and took on what was done.

  L.Guilherme

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