Generic Poem

I
am
you
am I
mine?
she is
you cry
you have
she cries
we all cry
you’ve born
you’re human
you’re people
you are guilty
you’re what see
you’re different
you’re living now
you are dying soon
you’re what I’m not
you’re what was born
you were who was born
you were who I was not
you are what you became
you are your workmanship
you fought against no one
you have spent your forces
you wasn’t repented for any
you wanna be what you’re not
you’re what your daddy wanted
you are what the society waits
you wanted the past to not work
you won a ticket to the paradise
you have lost what is called hope
you lived your human life as I did
you can do almost nothing right now 
you then learned how to die in peace
you were exactly what it is to be you
 you came, then lived to later absent
  under the earth you’re gonna vanish
   in some memories, maybe you remain
    when one man will remember of you
     another man may forget your name
      without life everything will go
       you every day resting in peace
        what was material will perish
         so that other comes for life
          and another comes and reads
           and discovers your history
            while the legible letters
             that eyes will still see 
              come to tell our future
               you will remain nearby
                read prior to leaving
                 just let me go sleep
                  then depart smiling
                   leaves me to dream
                    as your last gift
                     then, when awake
                      I don’t see you
                       I followed you
                        you not there
                         did not wait
                          nor revisit
                           I believed
                            and chase
                             we blind
                              nor I’m
                               or you
                                their
                                 will
                                  was
                                   up
                                    I

Anti-Inspiration

Bullets pierce my skin,
blood string down my lips
punishing me for the sin
of being the light of eclipse.

My voice slowly fades,
the world stops to spin
giving a vision of shades
of all the fears I had within.

I hear angels playing lyre,
I see my own constellation,
but I don't feel the heating fire...

It's not my final destination,
there's no place I want retire
for I still have some inspiration.

My Muse Is Here

We didn't exchange words today,
I don't have any sentence to say.
God knows how much you're away,
I'm always alone to start my pray.

What you say just makes me cry,
every word is a tear on each eye
and every second that I can't smile
I'm crying of happiness, that's why!

We met and chat when time is free,
I think of the muse you're gonna be,
and of my love growing as a tall tree.

But every goodbye is a time to flee,
'cos when you're far away, you'll see
nothing between my heart and me.

Ambiguity

When we love us, we search us.
When we find us, we lose us,
we divide us in other branches
of soft loves and searches.

When we lose us, we earn much.
When we earn, we disdain such,
that we give us through the years
invisible to eyes and silent to ears.

The more we desire, more we dislike.
The more we hate, less we are alike.
When less we want, we have felicity,
we love much beyond the extremity.