I Can Only Put it in a Poem
I write and delete it/ I delete it and then rewrite it/ I rewrite it and don't send it/ My thoughts change, my fear of the outcome freezes me/ I defrost and live my life/ I live my life and have moments when I want to live it with you
No Tienes Que Decir Nada
…No tienes que decir nada, Si estoy en tu mente, Solo tengo que verte, Y yo no digo nada…
I Like You too Much
I like you too much/ What if I told you I dreamed of you before I met you/ Curly hair in my dreams by the sea of Tel Aviv/ I like you too much
Mar Del Plata
…What can I accomplish when I believe in bets beyond the flesh, It surprises me like lightening bolts striking through a sunset, I lived personal floods and lucky to survive my own reckon, Blessed to look up and see rainbows spilling through a pink heaven…
The Gift is the Curse
When does a gift become a curse, when does saving someone become kidnapping their destiny? When does protection become detention, when do positive vibes become a numb happy?
Death is Real
Death is real in the sense of living without living. That death is realer to me than actual death. It chases me when I do not live up to my fullest potential. It waits for me to make decisions based on my fear. And that choice takes me closer to death.
I Hear the Church Bell Ring
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How you paint me in your dreams
How I felt you in my sleep
How you knew I was coming before I came
And now I am coming
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I Know Why the Burning Bird Screams
Clawing from the flames of destruction to the light of potential.