Dont be sorry If you Cant forgive

Today is pretty nasty
I heard all my backyard is coming again
such a surprise,
dont have the answers
I said a few words,
having mixed all with images
didnt knew exactly what they mean..
I never dinner in the backyard
sun cannot reach my face long enough
I just cant live without the glamour of the sunligth

But, Im Lying again
Softly closing the window to the backyard
carefully enough I have done it
to forget
and avoiding any contact with it

Because backyard means a back space from memory
close is the path leading to the place
where things listed we dont like
had happened, had saved, had not disappear
as memory remains
its not posible holding such visions between hands

Yesterday I took roses to my backyard
see if beautiful things can growth in the middle of that misery
and after all the winters and summers
augusts and julys raining over and over
even strong memories are carved by water and time
wich turns everything into dust
similar to nothing, because nothing we are


I know there is no rewards in believe
a rose can grow on a backyard
because is not easy find in that place
other emotions...
like you cannot drop on your hopes
let it be, let it be
let the little flower grow and set roofs
day by day
hour by hour
knowing you are being healed small dosis
but sustained in time, lasting

Dont be sorry If you cant forgive
If you can let time decompose
all this images breath takers
forgive, and forgive yourself
next spring you will see roses
where you never believed it was posible
feel any good,
amazed, you will look on perfect armony
through the window, yesterday closed
shaking hands with every past rage, past anger, every past times

Because past time, are death
Because backyards shouldnt exists
they are an extension of our rememberings
But stick in time we dont need anymore
Because you have change, we are never the same

Heal and forgive
take my hand and come for new journeys
for new adventures ahead of you
for every new thing you have never posess before
discovering the new you, in complete armony
you have make it, no matter what
you have succeed in every effort
in every figth helded today
you are there.

Im loosing IT

As I was told,
Life is a battle to find
places you havent conquer yet
Things havent done yet
See where those places are
Go rigth away
See where those things are,
take `em
Wake up from a bad dream without a memory
Embrace the chance of living
cant be wasted,
Or can I?

With a sense of a deep loosing,
This time helds a music
emotions im driving through
May be a whitesnake theme like ..Is this love?..

Last nigth my sheets were a hell
it was so hard feel any comfort
it was so hard find some relaxing
Where are the places I havent been there?

The air was noixious
But still, the moonligth over my garden
had so much fantasy
I could envy its beauty

Nigths like this one
Put up my memories against the wall
I just dont want to be in remembering bedroom
I just dont want to understand what had happened with me
as if there is no such place as the one you came from
Ahead is my Must
but behind, crystals over the floor wants some fix
still claim for an explain doesnt exist
Is just the way every reason turns out so chemical
sexual, void..

Where are those things I meant to take
Brake this circle walking
cooling off myself on gin and tonic
Just feeling like loosing it
Moving on the oposite side as you are
but bounded with a million of reasons

My love is swift, changing
going back in time
from that point everything started
having fun with my freedom spirits
to the angel I was
to the falling angel became
where to
clear the water of my ocean
to bounce finally

The End of Heaven

By Zen Riley

The way I raise you is so much similar to those days when gods built the earth giving life to the human kind so much time ago. Or better say, just one loved god took that challenge alone, like me. From time to time sun showed its face while he decided the color of every ligth that posses on earth. No reason at all was given, he choosen to make it by love. When I think about it, I see also what I have choose once on the road. My master piece of love. He just kept moving forward, caressing the life he injected to all his labor. There were lot of work to do, indeed, but he never regretted any.

As he created ligth days, they were too the dark ones. Even the darkers, when the rain comes and you cant see what is about to come. Trees became just into shadows, and the flowers close their hearts tired of the wind´s blow. For a moment, an insecure instant, it could seems like the end of heaven. The force of a storm has turned over whelming and threatening. But It will end too like everything else, its nothing but another tricky cloud, more of those unsafe moments between millions left ahead us. But yes, there is only one thing really dramatic about the end of heaven,... be unable to finish your master piece of love.

Things I only wish to change

I Hate when people cant leave competition aside
I Hate when his family brings confrontation to my dinner table
I Hate when people only see the outside
I Hate when people has too many beliefs and they dont know why
I Hate when people thinks they are over me without even know each other
I Hate when I have only MUST, when I want to LIKE things
I Hate when life isnt fair to many innocent people
and no one cares
I Hate when people think is rigth to play with someone elses lifes
I Hate violence, but Im not affraid to face the enemy
I Hate Superficial speaking, ligth thinking is just the base for stupidity
ligth thinking makes everything easy to evil ones
I Hate to serve people dont have respect enough for me
I Hate Manipulation in the name of love
I Hate is hard for me to be a clown more often, to see my child smiling
I Hate when developed societys are just about plastic food, rush and lack of time, loneliness and sexual out of hand
I Hate when a developed society believe they are developed
I Hate when developed societys believe they are open minded, but more often than not diferences are a barrier
I Hate when developed societys like to think they are ecologists, but arent interested in commit.
I Hate when people request money for katrina in the neighborhood, developed society shouldnt be such a crying baby.
I Hate when people requested money for 11 september attack, the main richest city, is blind when in the neighborhood people is starving to death without a complaint
I Hate when only rich countrys disgrace is meaningful for compasion
I Hate when someone wants to live in a developed society, rather to own life quality
I Hate when life is another day shopping
I Hate when ego tells people they cannot be other than God,
I Hate the disability to give away love
I Hate when ignorance is join by decision power
I Hate when I hear that values are out of fashion, and the day after his sister is raped to death
I Hate lazy
I Hate more when someone believes to be the exception for all the rules

Most of all I hate our world is changing more faster than our simple human condition can asimilate

I Thougth Justice was forgotten

I was lying over the grass
spring is incredible colorful,
people should be growth like flowers
spring is not the season of my life,
but you know, you cannot stop on dreaming..
its just too perfect
and my world is nucked by imperfection
like is not easy avoiding hate
like is not easy, people play, have fun at being your enemy
Being your enemy for real, in a lifetime war
enemys constantly looks for destroy
Building that we sometimes named bad luck
I think i struggle myself enough to came out from misery
to enjoy this surroundings..
to deligth my senses while seems no more sand storm

But today,I thougth justice was forgotten
I thougth we were so forgotten
alone stands in the desert
swimming in a sea of questions
sometimes it should be enough

Soft between the flowers
free spirit in the sunny day of my life
and battered kid time to time
the evil hand is taken the glass of my heart to breake it
to spitt over my face, to distort what I am
to take me wherever is the bottom of the humilliation
and finally, step into my back once and again
until my last desire were being taken by angels

oh,I thougth justice was forgotten

I thougth my life was helpless
turning my piece of green heaven
into millions of voices in my head crying loud
turning myself now
into millions of small people running in every direction,
like cant help it, cant heal it
undone the hit I did get for being small and quiet
to remain pasive,
wheter if knowing is always the chance to figth back

I thougth justice was forgotten,
In my despare I got isolated by this sadness
But now Im shock
fear far more this justice,
revealing in front of my eyes, so brave
Nobody will hide from it

I thougth justice was forgotten
it takes stranges shapes,
evolving misteriously

I thougth the justice was forgotten
Now i fear more the justice speaking
because is not forgotten
Is just awaiting, like a hungry lion
for every damage it will swallow evil by pieces

Serenity

Snow is serenity
snow is my white space of liberty
as far as my seek can reach, bleach
untouched, pure, calm
freezing and welcoming

lie, anybody who said world need colors is lying
life isnt colorful itself
sliding down the hill you are the one to over rule the mountains
choice done, leading where you go
nobody hanging on your good heart
between the trees cross
now you are too far
and the earth has swallow your steps
I can go everywhere I want
I can hit with the freeze of the ice
because my voice its been cold and silenced
too long,

Because Im the snow
Im Its serenity

Ears

by Zen Riley

Homeless in the middle of this living room
I can only think of you, and dream
Is all I have talk to you every nigth
every day
Some people says you arent real
No point on waste my time stick in some advices,
If Ive built my own opinions
even helpless as I am
How can I doubt that you are there somewhere?
That you see every tear falling from my face
counting the distance between them and the floor,with sorrow..
That maybe, you raise a hand to grasp my back and wake me up
and so I know It cant be
I just want you to look at me for a moment
and steel the answers I ve been waiting for
without pressure, knowing there is so much time ahead
like taking you to my garden
so much beauty there would like to show you,
As if you were looking this for the first time
no matter where we are my world, yours..

So I know It can not be

I havent been an easy child
I know there are few things left to be proud
Even the way I look rigth now
untiddy hair, dark shadows surroundings my eyes
Im not worried, dont care enough
has become my pleasure not to allowed myself to feel any comfort
since the day you got mad with me,
since every deception I did brougth to your life
Me, a profound believer
Im profane, had been profane, wont wish to be anymore..
or trying to set conditions
because how inconditional you were ever
I hold in my memory your blood running downhill
but sometimes Im guessing you dont like me
and my world is senseless without you
like senseless is my condition, so complex i still dont understand
No Im not Ill,
Im just bewitched by your beauty
In everything I see, discover your touch
became beyond facination
so, now, dont let us to loose each other
because Im figthing to reverse what I have done
dont be away,
there is more love than begatry remaining inside
I know you are here cant fool myself
like the sweet life of a butterfly fligth
gentle as a wisper
soft your touch,
make me feel Im made of crystal
Follow your path has been tough
but you never said easy it would be
Every morning I woke up with you in my head
knowing you are
happy Im, secure
No matter how battered I can be
you always warm me up
so now, dont let us to loose each other
there is more love than begatry remaining inside
What else you are asking me now?
What else you are wanting?
Please take my hands
Please do look in my eyes
Please let your love make me someone new.

Copyrigthed, all rigths reserved to zen poetry.

The Others

By Zen Riley


I just got open the news
heavily sat in my armchair
the body tunned to relax
while the mind is too damn ready
is it the same for everyone?
sure the answer i cant have
but yes, there are some of them overload

Not too long, not so sure
I have watched the images
tons of smiling people
stares at me from living paper
tons of troubled one are too
and I refuse to stare them back
cos they are noixius, pests
bother my air, overfilled my space
why should i carry with such a disgrace?

But they are still there
with their bleeding sunrise
human in every color, so real
grounded myself to earth
loud call to wake up have gave them
feeling like no more fantasy,
imprisoned like they are
but my heart is tough
no door open to pain
No a sad tear to share
or a prayer drop instead
so my eyes just avoid them
without any disturbance
time is so precious
there is a need to rush too
move the next thing to do
like wasting some hours doing nothing.