Spoken Word || Domestic Violence is Not Okay || Trevor Young

In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
amargo, amargos and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this música of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written por the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.

My amor is like to ice, and I to fire
How come it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire
But harder grows the más I entreat
o how come it that my exeeding heat
Is not delayed por her heart-frozen cold
But that I burn much más in boiling sweat
And feel my flames augment manifold
What más miraculous thing may be told
That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold
Should kindle fuego with wonderful device
Such is the power of amor in gentle mind
That it can alter all the course of time

The world as I see
People tell me as a child
That it is beautiful and wonderful
Yet it's scary and unjust at the same time

The innocent dying
The guilty being set free and getting money
They laugh at other's pity
Standing in their own pit of filth they created

Poor lost little child
All alone she walks
Yet she knows she's más powerful than she knows

They never do see
What destruction they cause
They call it justice
I call it lying

Poor child all alone
Yet más powerful than these liars
They will see the other side one day

This giant filthy monster
Trampling down the innocent lost souls
Yet this little one holds the key to the truth

Their own definition of truth and justice
Their own definition of mercy and love
They say justice is blind
But all the lies we hear now
Don't tu ever wonder who the blind ones really are?

One day
One día the real truth will shine
mostrando all the laughing liars
That the muro they built from fake
Will come crashing down

Crippled soul, strung with fears
Is running into disaster
Of paranoia and indestructible fear,
While your thoughts are struggling
With imágenes of rottenness
Which is spreading as spiral evil,
Devastates every form of intelligent mind,
Now already lost in insanity of own mind.


Fear is growing inside,
Your mind is filled with worries,
While the picturesque dreams
Will corrode already exhausted brain.


And in openness of your own madness
Peace will come as confirmation,
To which you'll finally start to believe,
Although tu wasted your life
On rottenness and fears
Which is spreading inside as ominous spiral.

Life is filled with transitions.
young become old, rainbows dissapper,
self-esteem can be discouraged, courage
can become fear.
Happy faces and joyful hearts, can sometimes be sad. Sunny days with frustrations, can cause
perfectly good día to go bad.

segundos change into minutes, minutos change into
hours. A seed planted in soil with the proper
rain and sunlight, can grow into a lovely flower.
friendships may grow distant because of problems and pain. Times are filled with transitions, but I amor tu just the same.

Forgive my bitterness
I never knew my corazón was this cold
Please oh please forgive me
Please

My words cut like knives
They hurt and bleed others
Oh what pain I've caused
Oh and what pain I feel

Forgive me
I never knew I could hurt
I just feel bad now
For what I've caused in life

I made good, bad
I made beauty, ugly
I made fun, dull
I turned healing into suffering

I know I was bad
But I feel remorse
I feel bad
I feel bad now

Listen to me
Listen my love
I will not shatter
Your fragile heart
Never again
We'll be okay
And amor again

Everyone will know now
That I will mostrar love
Hate is gone
It's buried
Beneath the ground

amor glows in the darkness of hate
But why so much hate?
amor feels better
Towards everything
So why oh why so much pain?
Hate cuts like a knife
But amor can heal
So why try to hurt
When tu can heal

Some día earth will cease to be
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My inicial for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can tu beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.



~an original poem por me~

My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the día that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I amor the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.

I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little bebés crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell tu one más thing
before I have to go:
I think tu are the most attractive
person that I know.