hadesam

[hadesam]

I'm watching the divine universe from the eyes of God.

Offering the great me a chance and a new ride

A peaceful heart quite vast and quite wide

Feeling the smallest details and fool emotions collide

A new version so precious and so bright

Creating something that will definetly come back

Memoirs that will last longer than the purest soul

Finally holding the highest tip of the string and reaching my goal

No longer the divided pieces of the mask of that old broken doll

Smile,

Let the planet feel it not only witness it once in a lifetime

They fear it because they know it's as shiny as a grand dime

Embrace it and let the small village burn

Let their necks hurt and break when they turn

Trust,

You, the one who has always been the source of dew

Thou, who became all that you are.

Thee, the phoenix that rose from its ashes and surpassed the sea.

[hadesam]

Edification.

I no longer need a clarification.

The game I play now is called meditation.

I go fill my heart with peace at a gas station.

It may not like the answer my mind gives,

Or even the reality my body lives.

I'm not jumping off that cliff,

I became a warrior,

Extremely strong and stiff.

I became a soldier,

My way is only full of flowers that I usually sniff.

I am a survivor,

Even in a dark ocean at night I am that bright diver.

I am a smurf,

A color can define my surroundings but not the root of my nerve.

I am flying with birds,

A leash has no power on me exactly like your harmful words.

I'm now starting,

Fledging, trusting the process and no longer doubting.

Breaking the shield and offering my child a seat,

In a green field where you can find nothing but the soil of tomorrow to seed.

Cheers,

For ambitious times ahead and a new type of breed.

[hadesam]

On a crossroad in the west coast,

I stood in the middle and guess I witnessed a couple of ghosts.

I took a glance east,

They're suddenly celebrating by having a feast,

Surprisingly they're not as huge as a cannibal beast,

Or even terrifying like the ocean of the north

Where I jumped and fell deep in its waves because I know their worth.

I sat down and shut my mouth up.

I stopped breathing like I'm sipping coffee from a nasty cup.

I crossed my legs and hands as if I had some skin to rub.

I felt sorrow.

Didn't find the power to open my eyes like I'm a tunnel that is so narrow,

But even though there was no light to provide me the courage that I can borrow,

I was inspired enough by the box of Pandora,

To the point that I widely blinked away to find myself observing such a beautiful aurora

I'm sobbing and my tears are invisible since they're mixed with salty aqua.

I'm underneath,

it's all over the place yet feels like a homemade juice that I can forget my name but never its taste.

I'm extremely comfortable here, but to reach the stars I got to be somewhere near,

Surpass the space and hold my one of a kind brighty lighty mace.

That's why I'm currently heading south.

For freedom I offer a widely vast smile on my mouth.

Knowledge isn't what we must need to acknowledge,

Instead we need to work on having the privilege to actually start to fledge,

Then find the truth ourselves by living it step by step, take a breath to finally make another step and jump from our personal top shelf.

There's nothing called "running out of time" after all

Since we can manipulate the clock's hands and play them like a ball.

Either way, time is a cycle, a labyrinthine loop and there is no power in the universe that is able to make it stall.

[hadesam]

What a scene!

Everybody wants to be seen

Bright and white jeweleries all being clean

Free with different themes and dressing like a tree

Day to night, from a gala to a club

Money everywhere and checks to rub

Limitless cards yet never out from bars

Wasting anywhere

Wasting everywhere

When it comes to donations who are u to dare?

In need indeed unlike u, all u care about is to breed

Parties, bars

Champagne and cars

When u hear their voices u claim u have nthn to do or make

Then offer them to eat "CAKE"

Gala, clubs

Wine and pubs

Games indeed, monopoly and hunger that u seed

From weed and biscuit moving on to a district

Peace is the sign

Standing tall with faces filled with a smile.

Mines anywhere, bombing everyone everywhere

Buildings and hospitals exploded like a program being coded

I don't think I see gray even though it's still a day

And that's what we call black.

Shaming and cursing at them holding peace flags

Losing bodies and souls yet brightly smiling and focusing on their goals

Unlike those claiming the roles and acting like assholes and whoes

Destruction and war yet u can still see the spark in their eyes and the hope in their hi's

And that's what we call white.

An existing land for centuries should never end

Can't see the grass anymore

But still can feel it in spite of the mess

Heads up to the sky filled with what we call dream

And that here is what we call green.

Rotten hearts, empty minds

Soulless gazes, cruel phases

Beheaded civilian, not one but more than a million

Tortured, Burned and families praying to Lord

Ripped apart and this is not even the start

Lake at night

Dark color, is it a flood of mud?

So many doubts but I can assure u it's blood

Some seem to be sleeping peacefully in a bed

However, many others will rise from the dead

And that's what we call red.