Have a shadow idea

Have a shadow idea
And absolute forgiveness
Like the Teenager
Who sees the end of the world
Wandering in the ocean of emptiness,
Wandering soul
Becoming Black Angel
At the last step

Have a shadow idea
And eternal embrace
To the sound of the great bell tower,
To the sound of a violin
Leaving the evening,
And for no reason
When the sewer cleared,
At the back of the alley

Having a shadow idea,
Evaporate in the distance
As an acid drop
And become someone


Poetry by MrJuan (2017)


Will we see our children grow
and the roses continue to blush

Will we see happy fish in the sea
and the fairies in the woods no longer cry

Will we see the rich mess tins
give a little to the others

Will we see the gaping holes
filled by the will of the gods

Will we see the moons and the suns
no longer shine without hurting

Will we see the soulless
give love to the righteous

Will we see a spring
that will never end again

Will we see an army of love shine
and fight this lost world

Will we see the next day
after seeing yesterday

Poetry by MrJuan (2017)


Is it better not to
feel the smell of corn
rather than to dream
of stones and torments

Is it not better to
return to the Dawn
as soon as one draws its way
into the infinitely pure

Is it better not to
ride a storm
every time another
loses his faith in the Azure

Is it not better to
relive every moment
when we lose a flame
that will no longer shine

Is not it better to
live for a dance
when the rose hatched
and no one else worships

Is not it better?

Is not it better?

poetry by MrJuan (2017)


What to do or not to do
To stir up love
that others do not

What to do or not to do
To believe that everything is everything,
to believe that everything is nothing

What to do or not to do
So that the sounds rumble
and darken less quickly

What to do or not to do
For angels rock at night
and no longer haunt the days

What to do or not to do
For Love to be King,
for Love to be Peace

To forget the end,
to forget these cries

To jump as the child
they will never be

To learn again,
that everything is to be

poetry by MrJuan (2017)


To get old
Getting up one morning
Without thinking about sadness
Which we love almost,

And no longer see the sea
Without becoming the other
Because one dreams no longer,

In the groove of oblivion
To the thousand splashes
That one sees more than oneself,

Thousand luminescent rocks
And invisible to the gods
Which are not the same,

Like the fairies
In these cursed tales
Which no longer read,

Was the wind
Was the trouble
Was the time
And now


poetry by MrJuan (2017)