You Came...

Written 2006:

You came to me like a breath of fresh air

like water to an exhausted plant

Your jolt sparked fiery passions

and buried deep the scars of my past

Even if my love cannot be expressed through touch

my spirit dances with yours in the wind

And even if we can’t go any farther,

our emotions and troubles connect us

To me you are a gust of cold wind

in the separated deserts we live in

You were the drop of hope

that led this flower to bloom,

the last ounce of strength I needed to win

Therefore I can say jet’aime, te amo, mahal kita

If I never met you...My future wouldn’t be as it would be...

ILU,

John

Suicide

Written 2006:

Close all the windows

Shut all the doors

And tip my head on the stove

Gas all my depressions away

and send me to Nirvana

through clear like waves

that surface and blow

high into the air

Every little purple pill I take

will get me closer to defeat

Or is it a shortcut to the finish line?

A getaway car for a thief?

Monopoly for a tycoon?

Put a bullet through my head

So that it may blast away all

My memories and impact on

Every axon, strip away all

The myelin sheath around so that

No more pain carried through

Electricity may reach my brain

And let me die so no longer do I

Have to live in this sick world

And don’t let me live through false

Fantasies of hope and latter

Promises of heaven to come