quarta-feira, 4 de outubro de 2017

Close to the ideal that came to be
Slide right through, crack widen and echo
Those voices that acomplish disinfection
An amputee needs no apt serum
Or a call for arms, those that he no longer has
Upwards then, the colour of the green monster
is my conception yellow under the Sun?

Beneath my doormat
Blocked by dirt and despair
A trace of a hole that needs digging
Unfinished issue to be serialized
By deeper abstract thought, an oversight
In front of me

The enchantment ran it's due course
the track lingers beyond the horizon
and I sure came pacing backwards
Inevitablely caged within the idea
Introduced to the phenomena of wonderlust
I originated from established demonstrative drama
Speech, a certain kind of truth bursting flat out
From my chest to the left, all that is left
Could be either rage or sin
In equal measures, excited to exist, ahha
I might care to await maturity
To equate infinity with artillery
But youth is chained to a binding search
For heartbreak, qualms of the soul and
Generaly speaking
Resolutions to come anew once old
Grey and at once grim
Owned to those carried within
That could not attend this day
In hopes that
Hope molds as wax
And mends my rocky boat
To a livier port

quinta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2017

Sound recording of my trajectory, ol' sport anew, now say hello.

Disonesty comes cordial to these
who wait and preach
Cardinal virtues that insist
In salvation from Eternal Dammnation
For a heck of a probable cause
Is ever within reach

Thirst for an uphill battle, old sport
Feint struggle to levitate doubt
Arousing and imminent, threatning
To crumble and fall, whichever comes first
Force these hands, iddle and anemic
Blank pages in the cold ol' nights
In consection, step followed by a drip
No longer a stretch to long for a breath
Release this tension from my chest
Patterns in motion, the move is latched
If fortune is to be believed
We too shall drink blood before the night gets high

And breathing is a chore
When the mundane floods the gates
Wrasp, gasp, grasp the concept little one
as you lean on the window
Yawn as you drink nectar at dawn
fruity, picky for style is such a bore
effervescent passions can linger
A toll; the lust, transition, anyway
do fairies have tails?
do monsters grant wishes?
are these voices whispers?
Or kindred spirits?
beyond this door, nevermore.

the grin wears a lie
breeze dances with the flesh
caresses scars, productive and eager
reagent, accomplice, to embrace
akin to tradition, expected
to devour the soul, willing
fell to both knees, bended
missed my arms, ablazed essences
there will be conseguences say I
as I ran to the hills and tripped over it

A mask is therefore a fixure
A mark token of caracter
Listing emotion worn like wool
Fuzzy to touch, itching to burst
what's the password. 

sexta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2017

I hearsay that I fear to show myself. Awkward..

The wall is not a wall
But a totem of hope warped beyond
Tainted by the ideal framed through skin
Scratched in a flurry of gestures, each farther
Inside a rotten concept of trashy desolation
There is no original ideals, only new modalities
Around flashy prostitution. Plastic too can bend.

A new layer does not protect from infection
That which has not changed, much less improved
We already been there, taking candles for viability
The hot wax for playthings, and before we knew it
Gone. Animals too can be impatience, and we feel
The same, running it down to the minimal effect.
In fact, I infer by particulars and sinisters frames
In my eyes we do not shout, we embrace doubt publicly
To float anew in the dauntingly high veranda
Nauseated with ourselves.

I talk in riddles not for I might be only one
But for many could take my place
And come up to the very same conclusions
Helping none, whatsoever, to improve my condition
This enfermity it consumes, ravenous plague of conscious resolve
I want to be somebody, rather, it becomes therefore awkward
Society, as it should, and by principle throws me that low baller'
"Now, now, slow your roll
Keep your head low
Your life is a joke
Don't make this awkward"
Cannot say I disagree. 

Bitter laughter rings in my brain
Or somewhere damm near it
Now that I achieved the bliss
Of ever wishful solitude
What comes next remains a mistery
For I got no one to contradict for way of passage
Direction or otherwise guidance, please send help

quarta-feira, 23 de agosto de 2017

I used to care

If in order to recreate the momentum
A silver lining before we turn coats
To the way we were raised, choosing to embrace
Each other inbetween all the lost, the anger
Separation bounces these and those like toy
Soldiers of fate, of misfortune and gold
To crumble upon, such as my atrophy
No panic lingers beyond the necessary
To feed one last charade, a rather cute nostalgia
Effective and optional, and one I would repeat
Without objecting more then enough to make it obvious
How I would trade the good for the bad
To impossibility commit myself to repetition
And the irony of a multitude of destruction and charity
For no lesser evil then enforcing what I believe to be
Just that, be truthful and realistictly so dubious
At best. On my lesser days the confidance weakens

And so, forward, came proof
That early came what sought after went
A day without conflict, that we chose to erase
We already been there, and glimples
Off with tranquility, we chase soul adjectives
Meaning, alas, tell, rather, explain it
To a better man, I shall begone
Past the wall that divides us
And now, sea and land apart
It feels the same, if I am to be honest
I see it still, every now and again
Frame by frame
Sinister images of what could had been

Realizations that drag on
Courage that fates immediatly
For current changes for no man
And I used to care more
And when, on what I assumed
To be good intent I was pointed out
Of my shortcomings
My very soul gave in
I have given up
Running it down
I feel the same
But then again
Something fell apart
I still see it in their eyes
Kindness and hope
And so I wait
For the current to change

terça-feira, 1 de agosto de 2017

In hindsight, I could admit
In want of precaution and superstition
In equal measures a sound reasonsing
To linger in ghastly depravation
To an ideal of a wrong advise
From myself to me mind, no harm done.

Restless nights under the vigilant present of light
That would confort me to a swift lullaby
Stranger things have happened since then
Now I have came to realize I cannot save the World
I reckon I am still afraid of the shadows
But the sun burns my eyes

Disconcerning how self-assured
Of an everlasting impeding doom
Senseless and chained to the walls
Shallowed the key, already well tamed
Devoid of a survival instint my friend
Touched by misery to such an extend
I struggle to come to terms with
You have changed, and not for my sake

I identify as crazy other's that iluminate my wrongs
My shortcomings and my failings
To erase my presence, or at the very least
My malice and selfishness
Reduce it really, let's not to overly ambicious
Anything to lesser the risk of self-destruction
Anything to be able to say once again
I am coming home.

quinta-feira, 13 de julho de 2017

Light the stage, ablaze forefather with manufactured might.

As the face contorns
Whiskers tremble, at the very least honest
Cannot contain this moment inside of your head
I break shells, thread missed the line of a breakpoint
Flash news I lost the game, again.
Wait, no, stop. Forget about your pain
I endorse violence. I am ever so angry at Life.
and I refuse to live it for you're the frozen one.

It is incredible how naive youth should be
precious, and above the smallest precatious
I did not get shame, and dulled over repetition
fuck being straight edge, I seen cuts run seas afloat
As I stood taller over ages, income spent and hard fought, for.
Wait, no, stop it. I came to realize there is no need to apologize
But is is ever so nice and soathing. Comparable to coming up
To my funeral to see, understanding alas, couldn't shake the thought
Mistakes too could be experimentation
But I had a choice. And I could had known better.
It is never the If's that criple. But the need to amend
Frozen in a past rust and spent
Wait, no, stop it. I do not believe in lies.
"No way to make it right". I did it my way.

It hurts to be average
And whenever the melodrama hits harder
Beneath the ground of reason and common sense
On a free fall to decay and confusion
Who is to say I deserve to be shown how?

I am no King
or a heir to the kingdom come
And all around me specters roam
Funny though, they cannot track time
Or tell it otherwise amid the sun, etcetera.
I deviate, granted, of my purpose to travel
Clicking drinks and clinging to the plot
I land to stand, for I stood to fight
For a cause to be discussed if lucky enough
To triumph and reciprocate, another day. 

terça-feira, 20 de junho de 2017

Attend to the extend of my failings

Is the virtues of self-discovery
As volumous as we perceive it to be?
Did we stroke a vine of livelihood
perhaps during the day, we could be a-ok
No internal bleeding, ringing a futile alarm
Draining someone else's chances of reconciliation
At night, as we waited for a sign
We managed to stop counting the days

What could open this cage
On which I have consolidated my devotion
How can it be, intermutual and falling through
I had a plan, and she a change to be set in time.
Can't I truly kill time? Everything always changes and then turns around..
Beyond that lapse, over each obstacle that I left behind

If I swore I do apologize
As it is expected and long overdue
Emocional, of sorts, honest to the God's
Both in my dreams and close to me
Masters of my soul, destiny and cell
Are you calling me?