The Rise and Fall

“You only know how much anything means to you; only when its gone.” A very typical humane phrase; we say. But do we consider? NEVER!

I have lost a life.
You have lost a heart.
He has lost a kith.
She has lost a beat.

We, all, have lost someone and probably something at some point. Do we care?
We say we do. Yet, we are no haimish. Hallowed probably. Galimatias, we are, living in a world full of tailored and costumed outfits; accompanied by personal masks.

Infra dig. We have turned into zombie infra digs. Ones with zero breathing & zillion make-ups! Carmen, the gypsyish of gypsies,  was once trapped for fall. Her beliefs have fed her wants. Her needs have escorted her abilities. Her behavior has grown to attitude.

Carmen was free enough to not bow to life but to let it surrender. No one could have stopped her even life and its vicious plans.

Higher powers of elevate self-belief and faith have led her ego to lift body and soul on a mission.
But Madame, Carmen died!
Correction: Victoriously died! Goalled a man, look after her goal. Dying for such. What else would a “Free
Spirit” not do? 


No matter how conclusions end-up like; pride will always have a way with trials. In fact, that no trial; that is one goal check to not only achieve but have had her claimed for revenge to.
That prideful soul of hers who died for a dream not only achieved; yet warrior-like to, never cared for less. Tough heart of hers believed; only believed.

Question is: For how long will we ever NOT be “The Carmen”?

What are you waiting for?
What are you fearing?
Life and death…
Her pride lived ever after immortality.

Your pride is worth the stab. Die for it!


To my Carmen,
Long you live in that beat of mine. I shall immortal your vagrant conceit heart.

Oh, Carmen…

The Rise and Fall

“You only know how much anything means to you; only when its gone.” A very typical humane phrase; we say. But do we consider? NEVER!

I have lost a life.
You have lost a heart.
He has lost a kith.
She has lost a beat.

We, all, have lost someone and probably something at some point. Do we care?
We say we do. Yet, we are no haimish. Hallowed probably. Galimatias, we are, living in a world full of tailored and costumed outfits; accompanied by personal masks.

Infra dig. We have turned into zombie infra digs. Ones with zero breathing & zillion make-ups! Carmen, the gypsyish of gypsies,  was once trapped for fall. Her beliefs have fed her wants. Her needs have escorted her abilities. Her behavior has grown to attitude.

Carmen was free enough to not bow to life but to let it surrender. No one could have stopped her even life and its vicious plans.

Higher powers of elevate self-belief and faith have led her ego to lift body and soul on a mission.
But Madame, Carmen died!
Correction: Victoriously died! Goalled a man, look after her goal. Dying for such. What else would a “Free
Spirit” not do? 


No matter how conclusions end-up like; pride will always have a way with trials. In fact, that no trial; that is one goal check to not only achieve but have had her claimed for revenge to.
That prideful soul of hers who died for a dream not only achieved; yet warrior-like to, never cared for less. Tough heart of hers believed; only believed.

Question is: For how long will we ever NOT be “The Carmen”?

What are you waiting for?
What are you fearing?
Life and death…
Her pride lived ever after immortality.

Your pride is worth the stab. Die for it!


To my Carmen,
Long you live in that beat of mine. I shall immortal your vagrant conceit heart.

Oh, Carmen…

Where did the love go?

"Back then, when feelings mattered and we appreciated emotions."

Standing on top of a mountain, zooming in my goggles; have been that “humane” curious kind of girl. Exploring that creature called “US” is my main stream challenge. “WE” always get me questioning; leading to probably all interrogation keywords ever taught run into my head.

Before we were even born, learning how to love and cherish lies in between a mom through her umbilical cord to her kid. As squeezing out her toughest breathe to free you to life; that is love. Growing up to exposure, this breathe builds up its own likes. You taste things, see others, meet people and speak words of your emotional choice.

Our lives were just certain to love. We were brought to love, teach love, learn love and experience it. For all the disguise that is in life, it is out of de-love!

Since I was a kid, watching a romantic or cheesy full of emotions TV production was a life taker. Growing up to be the she I am now, nothing bugs me more than hearts! YES. Sadly true.

How could a heart act so harsh, probably dark! So, contre nature, in English so against nature.

A heart is a pusher. Pushing blood to far limb body parts, keeping it alive. Weird how hearts can provide life and we chase them die living now!

 What on earth have happened to us?! Money? Technology? Power? Probably.. ALL!
Have we forgotten our limbs? Or have our limbs not depend on us anymore?! BUT HOW? Nothing pumps like hearts; them can NOT be replaced. What have? And when was it replaced?

Peaking on people nowadays, loving themselves is not a living option; in fact it has been buried with ancients.. ancient ancients! They are gone; dead gone!
I see people in their 20s hating life because of people in their 60s probably 40s! I witness people in their 80s control people in their teens! I see kiddos walking in their dead’s footsteps!
What have happened to humanity?

Where did the love go? Is it gone forever? Is it coming back?.. Any sooner? Will it ever come back?!

Breaks my heart watching people act so stiff, so harsh, so tough; when a pump can ease their dump!
Shades of black covering shiny marron eyes; that if smiled peace comes within.
Blue covering brains; that if touched skies life would have begun.
Efforts spilt on floors, mopping money for chores and no touch to ease in!
I hear tongues uttering love, but hearts empty as jars.
I see actions that tell love but cold as ice hoping to melt.

Running down the hill.. “Hey, am not from town! Lead me to your frown. Probably, love will hear me sin!”
Town full of dead souls and living skins, “CEASED! He who loved is ceased till the end of time”
Thunder, storms and valleys to drown.. on top of voice, “probably am your sentenced grin!”
Merchants turned backs; walking and running; claiming it was a pessimist zenith of me!

Rain poured down my cheek; am awake and nothing will break my space.
You live for the lost and found.
You fight cause you will always win.
A heart of spirit you will begin and remain as always; a grin.

Why die now, When you can relive?!