School...

Going on

Don't look back
If you don't want to be straight up.
Just follow your instincts.
Schools don't say the truth,
They just draw a line to make you go through.
Learn, have fun with your friends,
But don't waste all your time on studying ,
'cause there are better thing to
explore just by seizing the day.
That's why it's important to
be with the eyes open.
I am not telling to do what I do,
perhaps I'm wrong, but read
this carfully.
Just go on...



What's up?

"Line up", "shirt in the trousers", "stand up",
"how do you don't understand?", "don't laugh!",
"you got a one!".
Please, tell me the truth,
it is just a school
or what kind of thing we are trying to go through.
Long ago, someone told me
"Enjoy", so I do. But some things
gets me mad, specifically, the
teachers that doesn't know
how to teach us.
"Please Miss, my sick granma
explains it better than
this". What if I could tell her that?
There are awesome teachers,
that cares more about teaching
you, than about the headmasters
rules.

Danger...?

El Oso


Un oso,
peligroso,
acecha en el medio de la noche,
a un grupo que solo quiere ocio.
"Porque Mr. Oso?
Usted que tan amistoso era,
se pone a la altura del lobo.
Inverne,
duerma,
descanse,
aproveche,

y no corrompa en esta tranquila noche.



I Know

Now That Time Has Passed,
I Know.
I Know When To Laugh,
When To Comment,
When To Act,
When To Reason.
I Know,
How To Treat Equally,
How To Answer.
How To Hold Back.
I Know.
I’ve Grown Up.

Spanish Poems...

Lugares Insuperables

El inconsciente,
plagado de imágenes que no conocemos.
Plagado de cosas hermosas que queremos en lo más profundo de nuestras almas.
Nuestas almas;
ese lugar donde todas las hermosas cosas que anhelamos esperan para poder ser
encontradas y salir a la luz,
Los deseos más profundos que tenemos cada uno de nosotros;
aquellos que se van a cumplir,
aquellos que son imposibles,
aquellos que únicamente se van a cumplir cuando nosotros los queremos.
Aunque solo muy pocos de nosotros los busquemos
y tratemos de conseguir con tanta voracidad,
las cosas que queremos siempre las tenemos que conseguir nosotros,
Los deseos más profundos;
Los que nadie sabe que tiene;
esos lugares,
personas,
cosas que viste y no recuerdas;
o solo lo que esperas ver en algún momento.
Lo más gratificante es que todas estas cosas se pueden recrear en los sueños,
todo lo que anhelamos lo podemos
soñar.
(Vanina.J)

Asi Son Las Cosas


Miseria, pobreza, soledad,
Necesidad, intemperie.
Asi son las cosas,
Amargas, Borrosas.
Un hombre en una vereda,
Pide una limosna.
La gente pasa junto a el,
Sin darse cuanta que la verdad esta aquí.
Este hombre es la verdad.
Asi son las cosas,
Oscuras borrosas.
Miremos la realidad,
Observemos la miseria,
Penemos la pobrza,
CAMBIEMOS

(Alfonso.R.G)

Note: We May Continue Postin' Poems In Spanish, Over-Lookin' The Fact That The Whole Blog It's In English.

Pacifyin'...

Meditatin'

It's Quiet Now.
Nothin' Can Bother Me.
I'm Sitted On The Ground,
Legs Crossed,
Palms Up,
Eyes Shutted,
Mind Wide Opened.

Real Death


Dyein’ It’s Not To Stop Livin’.
Not Bein’ Able To Love,
To Feel,
To Dream,
To Imagine.
Not Bein’ Able
To Make Poetry.
That’s Death.

A Poem Shelter...

A Cold Enemy

A Strange Is Between Us,
He Came To Stay
Is This Marvelous?
Or It’s Just Clay?

Winter Is Here
And It Is Not Desired
Life Is Dieing
Or Maybe Recovering.

I Won‘t Hurry
I‘ve Got Three Months
I Must Be Happy
It Will Be Gone

How Cold Is The Wind
When You Live In The Street.

(Alfonso R.G)


What Is It?

What’s love,
Who is it for?

If we really want to love
we must learn how to forgive.

Love is a yearning
Of the One
For the One.

Love is not a thing to understand.
Love is not a thing to feel.
Love is not a thing to give and receive.
Love is a thing only to become
And eternally be...

A Poetry Fact..

Thinkin'

Right in the Uk,
there is a man with no land,
Standing in front of a mirror,
thinks about his liquors,
but he doesnt know
how to play his cards.
Sometimes he thinks how wrong he was of going away from home...
TO BE THE MAN WITH NO LAND!






Things

Little Things
Maybe
The Biggest Things.
It Depends
From Where You See Them.

People.. Trouble...

Unescapable Reality

There's A Kid Runnin' Down The Street,
He Is In A Hurry And With Little Belongings.
A Man Follows Him And Shout.
He's Gone.
The Kid Runs,
He Is Lost In The Woods,
At A Station.
Nobody Cares About Him But He Continues His Journey,
Until Nature Says:
"Here's As Far As You Get".
He Drops To The Ground,
Breathless.





Before It's To late

People Are Differtent,
There's Nothin' We Can Do.
So I Say:
"Everybody Be The Way They Want To Be,
Belive In Whatever You Want,
Just Don't Fu*k With Eachother"
You've Gotta Accept That.

Takin' About Nothin'

A Confession

A Woman Surrenders
Under The Beloved Sound And
Looks Of The Rain.
She Sits On a Corner Speakin',
Nobody Cares,
But She Is Speakin' To Him,
A Gone Lover,
An Unforgotten Memory Of Love.
He's Not There, But He Listen
Her Confession Of Love.


Sad, Dark And A Smile.

Cryin' In That Lonely Room,
In That Lonely City,
In That Lonely Country,
In That Lonely World,
Is Whera That Man is.
The Screams Of Madness And Sadness
Are Not Compare In
Any Way.
There Is No Light Near That Bright Man.
He is So Terribly Alone
Like A Very Far Away Balloon.
He Doesn't Talk,
His Throat Is Terribly Destroyed,
By His Sad Roar.
I Need To Put
A Smile On His Lips,
That's It.



Free, But In A Dream
(The Name Of The Blog)


I Can See A Crazy Mad Man,
With Bright Words Full Of Light
Comin' Out Of His Mouth, Honest Ones.
He Doesn't Know If He Is Right,
But He Doesnt Care About That,
He's Happy With What he Shouts.
He Is Free Like A Bird,
But Remember,
A Man it's Only Free In His Dreams,
It Is Like This And It Will Always Be.


A Lonely Man, In A Lonely Road.


Lonely, Old, Long-Beared,Wise,
And With Few Words.
That Was The Looks
Of The Man On The Road.
He Stoped Me And Taught Me
Everythin' I Know.
But His Sudden Dissapearin'
Let Me In Wonder And Dispair.
But Now I Know Everythin' He Taught Me
Was Useful For This Occation.
He Taught Me How To
Live, How To Love,
How To Enjoy,
How To Overcome Looses
And Hard Times.
It Was Him,
My Teacher, My Mentor
My Father.



Nothin' But A Regular Kid.
That's Me.

What If... We keep Tellin' Poems?

What If..

What If There Is No God,
No After-Life,
No Hell, No Heaven.
What If There's No Time,
No Space,
No Place To Be Safe,
What If There Is No Friends,
Just Foes,
Just People That Can't Be Trusted.
What If Love It's Just An Illusion,
A Warnin', A Close Danger,
What If Rules Waren't Imposed,
Just Free People,
Happy People,
People Free Of Speakin' Their Mind.
What If There Was No Money,
No Worries,
No Big Corporations.
Just People Livin' With What They Need
What's Essential.

Lye

There Is A Black Dark Beside Us,

It's A Night That Shouts,

It's A Dark That Cries,

I Cannot Tell You The Truth,

But The Only Thing I Know

Is That I Call Her

LYE.

We Keep Tellin' Poems...

Eatin'.

A Man Walkin' In The Night Of New York, He Stops In a Restaurant, He Sits, He Takes A Fork And Chops A Piece Of Meat.









In A Bar.

At A Bar, Standin' Up In Front Of A Man
That's Sings With a Sax Behind Him.
Black Women Singin' The Chourus.
FREE!!

Poems To Tell...

Alone, Cry, Sad.
Why I Am So Alone?
God Didn't Expected So,
I'm Crazy For Trying And Not Getting It.


Liberty
There's A Man Sitting On A House Porch,
He Plays The Tunes Of Wind And Earth.
He Talks To Whoever Wants To Hear.
Speaking His Heart And Mind,
Freelly.