My Inner Peace

Stardust

I’m going to leave my heart in a bottle

of dreams and magic stardust

just for the time my mind is in a battle

with itself and tries to adjust.

And then I’m going to take it out

and put it right back in my chest

chasing away any trace of doubt

removed from my mind’s list of guests.

And all the stardust shining inside

I’m going to use it in spells

enchanting my mind to become bright

and work with my heart and my cells.

Cause in the end we are just dust

coming down from the space

and only the mind makes such a fuss

trying to build us a base.

Above the growing shadows

Life is the sum of cloudy days
forgoten under the sun rays,
it’s that eternal voice of heart
pumping endlessly my blood,
it’s the smile of happy times
cancelling my shitty rhymes,
it’s the journey to oneself
alongside a hidden elf.

Still… Life it is full of doubts
grown by a mind that seldom shouts,
it’s full of troubles and dispair,
coming worries, and lack of air,
it’s furry against self and others
nurturing dark and growing shadows.

Yet… Life is bright when light arises
growing inside odd Paradises
it’s our job to stay connected
and live it full and resurrected.

Beginnings

In the shadows of the night

I am looking for that light,

for that tiny shiny light

growing strongly in my heart.

In the silence of the breath

there’s a whisper of the death

followed by a new born life

keeping this body alive.

Past is dead and left behind

leaving space for us to find

a new dawn in every breath

a new future there to get,

a New Year, a New Day

something special on the way

waiting for the eyes to see

how a seed becomes a tree.

In the shadows of the night

I am looking for that light

for that tinny shinny light

growing strongly in my heart.

It’s the light of my connection

with my inner voice perfection

keeping my feet on the ground

while I’m wandering around,

flying up above the stars,

acting like the angry Mars,

losing faith and feeling down,

waking up and wear the crown,

that makes us a royalty

when we keep our loyalty

to that inner voice perfection

showing us the right direction.

The End of the World

The End of the World

is where I found myself!

Is that place of the road

where I sat down and prayed,

for a life of my own

not conditioned by others

for a mindset of freedom

grown by light, not by shadows.

At the End of the World

there’s a magic spell singing,

giving pilgrims the sword

of enchanted beginnings,   

asking them to fulfil

their life mission and dreams

waiting them to reveal

how God lives in their genes.

And that magic spell says

to come back and to feel

how the End of the World

planted seeds for their dream.

Sunday mornings

Sunday mornings are like

blessings sent down by God.

Even cloudy or hard

I could never feel sad.

Sunday mornings are light

from another dimension, 

they can easily take back

the entire week tension. 

Sunday’s energy’s high

from the oldest time now,

we don’t even remember

why is that, but somehow

we feel good and recharged,

we can’t say why and how,

Sunday mornings are blessed

and I greatfully bow! 

In the eyes of the past

In the eyes of the past

there’s the path of the present,

there’s the light of a meaning

growing in a false desert.

In the steps of the past

there’s the track of today

like a beautiful answer

shining out every day.

And the seed of tomorrow

is the moment of Now,

built outside any sorrow

it’s a blessing somehow.

A dog’s heart

A dog’s heart is full of joy

and his most desired toy

is your hand gently to bite

sitting always by your side.

A dog’s life is not that long

but he’s presence is so strong

guarding you from any sound

you feel safe with him around.

A dog’s heart can also suffer

if he’s life is becoming tougher

and he’s sent away from home

wandering around alone.

My dog’s heart is my connection

with divinity’s protection

and her snore is like a song

chanting blissfully all night long.

Realities

There is a broken love under each anger,

there is a hidden felling behind each answer,

there is a lost dream inside a hopeless heart,

there is just a fear that keeps us all apart. 

There is more than light can ever show

under hidden shadows left inside to grow.

There is so much more you’ll ever know

under people’s mask hidding their glow.

There is light in children’s eyes

brightening in our lives so many times;

covered in abstract concepts and worries 

we forget to smile and live our stories. 

There is beauty in simplicity,

there is strength in authenticity,

there is power in a broken heart,

there is kindness in an open mind.

Words

Words can destroy worlds,

words can build bridges,

words can speak the thoughts

sending hugs and kisses.

Words can change a mood

bringing a big smile,

words taste so good

when used with style.

Words I’m using now,

greatful for your thoughts,

and humbly I bow,

cherishing your words.

Letter to my Mind

Thinking_Dreaming

Don’t stop

where you think

there’s nothing more

than a blink.

Don’t quit

when you feel you are

tired like

a dying star.

Don’t cry

when you’re down!

Put on the shoes

of a clown,

put on the wings

of a bird,

write down the letters

of a word,

dream all the dreams

of the world,

and find the notes

of your own song.