Broken Dreams

Imposing our truth on the soul of another,

To protect, to guide, to care or to love.

At least that's what we want to believe;

In reality, we are just ignorant cowards.

Why did you so cruelly destroy my dreams?

You were a part of them as well, you know

A very important one, mysterious, intense.

Yet, it was still unknown, unready to emerge.

You wanted to play games with my raw wildness.

I showed you the secret vulnerable space in me,

The soft, fragile temple of my inner open heart.

But you set on fire me and our shared dreams.

What scared your soul so much in there?

What did you feel, but couldn't name to me?

What kind of lies won over your true desires?

What fear was stronger than your love?

What kind of story did you self-imagine?

Why didn't you finish our unwritten book?

What shaded projections did you prefer,

Just to remain in denial of what you feel

How could you bring me between your worlds

Expand my soul deeper than the entire void

And leave me there in empty space, alone

To watch my own desires burn in flames?

You cracked the code to my forbidden places

You took me by big surprise, but I didn't care

I trusted you that much, of course, I dared

I let you in, but you weren't ready to enter.

You showed me the path to my own power

When I wanted to offer you what I'd found

You told me I was a naïve fool, crazy bitch

That lives in a delusion... you had created.

You had a free pass to my intimate vision

I trusted you that much and with zero filters

You knew exactly how and where I dream

Why did you use my trust against us?

You wanted to remain on your throne

You even invited me to sit next to you

To see, to sense inside the raw dreams

I guess, you didn't enjoy how that felt.

You invited me for a clever adventure

Was it you? Or did I invite myself in there?

Or, maybe, we both were asked to join

A sacred dance of the unknown magic.

I jumped without even hesitating

Into the deep waters of potentials

I didn't even care to lose my mind

My heart already knew its own way

I trusted us: you, me, them, the space.

I had surrendered fully to what was there;

I wanted to dance and play with our love.

You saw it as a call for war of madness.

What kind of king would fight the fragile queen?

Which one would hide from his shame and fear?

Who would even dare to overpower her freewill

To manipulate her desires to fit their own?

Who would lie to her soul so absurdly

Use her deep pain to prove their reasons

Which coward gets in her broken heart

Just to leave there a piece of his own shit?

Be very careful to whom you open up,

To whom you trust showing your inside.

Sometimes people you trust the most

Are craving to crush it for their pleasure.

They wait to feel you weak and powerless;

They take advantage of your vulnerable ego

To get revenge against their own demons

By projecting them on other suffering people.

They feed their broken hearts with logic

Without even understanding its wisdom

They only listen to their own corruption

They dismiss you if you dare to disagree.

The prison of their closed mind is so tragic

They believe all the rules of our nonsense

They blindly obey the authority of the order

Because they are so damn scared of power.

The power of the unknown and the chaos

This movement that infuses every breath

They are terrified of the life force existing

While they pretend to sell you its freedom

They name themselves the saviors of divine

With such excuse you can allow whatever

They think that war, abuse and destruction

Are justifiable and fair if done for the good.

They have themselves created the definitions

Of moral judgment, the law of right and wrong

They can change the rules and the procedures

Just to enslave your soul in their selfish ego trip

They preach the universal love and peace

They eat, drink, and masturbate the light itself

They are ascended masters in the metaverse

Of their own delusional and wounded selves.

You only matter if you accept their game

Where you keep validating what they want

Where they remain in power over your soul

Because they think they are better than you.

They are just scared and ashamed themselves

The real problem is that they don't know why

Because feelings don't make much sense

It's easier for them to put it in your garden

The hypocrisy is blooming with naked power

So many new wild species of deep self-denial

Such beautiful smells and colors of flowers

Are still sleeping and prefer staying this way

Because they cannot yet see their own tree

They don't even know what this means

So when you talk to them about the roots

They are unable to perceive the stars in it

They prefer to grow wings and fly away

They want to dance and sing far in space

It is so much easier to become invisible

Than to walk on this earth with true honor

They separate the world in black and white

They create division between left and right

They have the list of who deserves to survive

Based on their self-proclaimed status of kings

The cultural supremacy at its exquisite peak

Since we are convinced to be best and most

We have no problem to impose our false truth

With violence, even where we don't belong

We have entitled our own selves as judges

Of what is welcome in the privacy of others

In distant lands with unknown to us people

We believed that our beliefs are just better

How can you even understand the raw mind

Of someone who comes from so deep and far?

How can you pretend to feel inside the heart

Of the body that didn't grow up on your land?

How can you know from where comes my power?

Can you hear my ancestral forest singing its songs?

How can you humiliate, condemn and disapprove

The secrets of my homeland you haven't even met?

Why when you experience something unknown

Do you automatically think it must be judged?

Your ‘’new’’ becomes the divine gift from God

And the ‘’new’’ of the other is probably evil.

You create fantasies about what you don't know

Your judgments constrict the flow of our nature

You innovate, you co-create, and you transform

And you criticize the results of your own efforts

You cannibalize the sacred dreams of others

You think you are a welcomed master in there

You show up with no invitation or real purpose

You think it gives you the permission to feel them.

And, after, you complain to be confused

Lost in not knowing to whom it belongs

You get lost in the open field of nowhere

Just to avoid feeling your own deeper pain

You protect your own suffering and shame

You are the slave of your darkest desires

The eternal student of your fears at play

In this majestic game of your transcendence.