Notes

Silence how eerie, the thoughts that erupt
am I corrupt, or simply onto something
eat at me? no, its simply the venom that I need to feast
to be free
it isn't a sin my mind wonders
captivating what some may pass blindly
or simply misconstrue; the truth
to never feel blue, to fear such pain
embrace with every grain.
Call it insane; I see it as my brain.
just a little restraint and its numbed all the way.
half truth but whole lies.
bits of a topic but nothing concrete mind will scatter
so where was it truly suppose to lead.
This short leash as others run free.
Question thee and yet i'm no where near the streets
How does it feel? A hypocrite who thinks we cant see
let the mind divulge and true colors will bleed
Its astonishing how in tuned as human beings we can be.
Only to disengage it as a mere coincidence or something that should never happen.
j=watch and listen as our world unfolds appreciate the lesson because each is gold
I'll give this the weight seems ungearing at times, you lose a step
fall back reassess the mess just to take to take a deep breathe
as if jumping in the artic was the last step.
Life though, the ups the downs
the hopeful limited frowns, tears short from the ground
what is fear? heightened senses of what could be or false pretenses leading to catastrophe
life, relationship, enternity, defined within industrializing
the river feeds the people grow happy,
the people become accustomed, new advances emerge
the river is still the same. expectations become higher because we know what it can do.
the river becomes weak, the corruptions have soiled the purity, the demands remain the same
advances continue to grow. the river disappears regret sets in, the people drown in sorrow
could more have been done? Yes, but its too late now advances must grow to adapt to the new course
this dusty old road.
How did we get here we proceed to ask, manipulation and greed. expectations continue to grow
but the river will shrink.
Dwindled to nothing of its former self, until something new takes upon this greed with shelf. but you'll never succeed it'll just be rinse and repeat. until there is nothing left to bleed so how will you feed.
as if its a necessity and not your own personal grief.
So for those who refuse to grow refuse to listen to or see that light, its isn't religion
it simply is your will, your inner guidance, ignore it and watch the leaves dry out in the desert heat.
The number of letters in my name, The number of my birthday, the meaning of my last name,
a true confliction of good and evil, but I remain seated listening to every which way watch as the sign fall into to place.
Sometimes I truly feel gifted, like sometimes the meaning of my words are too sporadic.
The confusion comes off rude, and the darkness enters the room.
Vinnie Tormos Aguayo. 666, 10/13/1990, Aguayo- An abundance of water
so i'll work till the core is disrupt, sweat till the sun erupts, and bleed till the leaves grow trees
and that isn't confusion that is simply me, a different route a different way to proceed
cuz the path is already too beat its time for a new river to feed. and watch I as cubs breathe in the sea.
A world upside down, don't be a clown.
a world ready to grow, to accept the change needed to evo.