terça-feira, 25 de dezembro de 2018

Read faces; mixed results.

As I rinse the scream, sore gums
Rasped throat, stuck in a row
Golden echo, gotta go (there there)
under the sunset, honestly (it felt great)
Once as a kid I found joy in changing
grace display of figuring out
From here and there I came to impress
anyway..

The day depicts a one in a million Christmas miracles
As flesh came once more, normality and ease
for some, ate fears and make-up, clear airways
From here on glee, we forget the past
Left it all behind, we own the night
Conundrum off a miles, vice, lit a candle
I am after all petrified of the dark
A seducer that whispers sweet nothings
Brings comfort to my still heart, a coward

To be thunderstruck, overwhelmed
reborn anew, flesh bare ajar atop this
process of being downloaded, planted the seed
of burning a cruder nature, pure joy
A delight to be left confused and breathless
helpless to content with this disease
To be her only one
and return to my mother victorious
Devout and worship the ground blessed by her feet
Surely I cannot be the only one.

How the spectrum lingers in a tilted lip
As I long to have her part my hair
And that confirmation, in linked two ways
How long did I long to return to the glow
ever so special, the smallest block of space
Occupied and the gatekeeper knows my name
By heart and soul-bound, a temporary friend
A figure that eases the passage as the top
of the mouth, the tongue dances in circles
and Swallow, fly downwards and chop the cord
The same old tune rusts the transaction

Repair, amends through fried brain, a poison
To frame, the nerve! rattles the limbs numb
equate to a singular spider threat, in need of trust
sing-a-long, for the old me
timer alarm frank tonight, putrid yellow rose
alas, dry shores are mere siren calls
echo to the fallen ones, heroes from tales lost

save yourself little one, mind the gap
will the leap of faith land the mark?

Repress the scream, regress to a fetus
From the bosom, for the umbilical cord
Protected from troublesome whining 
a time of crisis, of everlasting pain
Results, of wanting to be
Either decapitated or simply less
Afraid, recurring nightmares

Troubled once, I recall in pry lapse of judgement
Not uncommon, it has been known to be better
When we wake up, when we were able to
Admire the stars and get up
Face the scream and release the shade
That suffocates, dry the words by rants
For I am not what I heard
or what I was, I erased, I changed

The cocoon holds tight, so nicely wrapped
as nicely boxed it could (should not)
as I needed it to be, safe from the picture
of another life that could had been
Over there, nearer to the light
of thunder and warmth; of unity!
And pitch perfect harmony

The bottom of this lagoon receives,
the elements, the unexpected and
the apocalypse in due time,
An ascension proven righteous
To cure, fix, mold, unfold:

It dawned upon the boy
that Beyond the Hill
came another, taller in purpose
an apparition devices imagination
Tinkles with the vice, up the tempo
sets a gear, unstuck ,therefore, emotion
He came to drown in the empty ocean
Some are born blind, others perforate willingly
Lawless perpetrators of the silver lies, tapped minds
Came to exhaust my patience, so I have been told
Bought by easy indifference, in soft distaste, shout
Because the border is crunched between us
And I guess I just needed to know

Yet the bloody gums remain
for the words, hallow, came short
unsatisfying to the touch, slipped up
breathing too costs a token prize
traded silence for being misunderstood
condemned to being forgiven and lost
wait, what came to be is not what I wanted
I may be mad because I could endure forever
waiting for a click, plus one, in order of two

a conclusion, turn the page.  

sexta-feira, 23 de novembro de 2018

Not my story.

Rotten to the core,
sugarcoated memoir
found fault in the pace,
stolen breath, 'oi mind the false step
known regret, much too soon
embrace death, congealed blood at the depth

of this well, shone by moonbeams
readdress the allowance of contempt
instead, through thin walls, cruel words
truer silhouettes held in prestige
pristine shadowy state of undress
shallow toenails, caked in dirt and rage
a storm attested, a cliche.. (I know)
foment noxious intent, torment
monumental overlap of character
'oh well', we fell under a spell
a drink too, capsized by choice
We all out tonight lookin' up
A spark that ought to ignite
Approval or distraction
I get a an odd vibe.
Shook and restless,
a swarm buzz, what a drag,
puts her soul on the line
swears I used to care
fiction truly, not my story
Prove me wrong.

Agitated are the sober ones
in attribute, tribunal report
ought to play down the heat
a rangers attitude on a field
snow coats my humanity
proves me right, warmth
drawn the line, revives it
How to be a better a son
brother, friend or call it quits
royalties abdicated, be none
cured by irony, proved her right.

terça-feira, 6 de novembro de 2018

Forgo obscure faces lodged on empty names.

Thanatophobia held my scalp
Forged lingering chains of harmony
Ever fleeting, quick paced friendship
Meant to burn young and bright
Not quite what we came here for

Mementos latched at the shrine
A familiar stench triggers the alarm
One two, raid, figures we do
Owe wonders to nostalgia and Déjà vu 
A cursed closed closet bounces whispers
to the curtains, cutting a cunning picture
Allow thy sweet paranoia to gather dark
Gothic thoughts of ghosts and despair

To-morrow we retake the hatchet
Summon unpredictable allies, rally
Going backwards head first unto the swamp
Where myth meets the extraordinary
Origin a flair, dramatics in circulation
Tale of wonderful, over that side eh
Did you hear colors can fly?
Rainbows float, sprung to life
Weighty hand rests on the shoulder
Ancients claws assist, reach that nasty itch!
Depose the stump sovereignty fairy tales

Music and poetry alike are wasted on me
Dyslexic, the magic fades once I fix the lyrics
Glee in hammering the wall, rearrange the wall paint
In vast taints of polka dots, carmine and ever so pretty
Carnage fed Carmen 'till forcefully she bloomed 'cos
Brushing my bruised head, pasty hair makes me believe
The jig is up, chemical induced and about to cease
Figures I condone love to any but one, let it be.
All but hellish teeth, brushed shoulders with my enemy
Alright, I'll sway, shushed, to the tempo, a mere toy
Slow, eternally, once I too enjoyed the mellow taste
Of the common thread that link us as one.

sábado, 20 de outubro de 2018

Last entry.

I once fell ill, erased momentarily
The spoken word, unsavory
Empty, collapsed at my bosom
Worlds shattering at a hallow rhythm
The closet no longer haunted
Rather empty at that
and it feel genuinely awful
Tragic to be left to my devices
However macabre, truthful
To the memories that bought us here
The gap, a menace, outerly blow
Sang true, fearless and relentless
To my fears, panic, agony, free
From shackles bound, to the void
And if to my fate I was left
To it all I owe a debt, that is all.

Problematic indeed to answer
Define, explain if one will
What went wrong, what came to be
From the vision, intent, alas
We met, crossed paths and carried on
That is all.

My soul afflicted
Under duress because it knew
Once, more then one truth be told
Caress, tender love and compassion
Inflicted wounds, self-harm goes to show
Hatred produces suffering in equal amounts

Sinister spectrum
Equates to the horizon
Well traveled and predictable
At least 'till now, be honest.
Take a bite, I'll survive
To share among brethren
Blood bound , borrowed, hysterical
For we deserve, therefore we desert
In waves, round buckets of piss
For if ones cares he is foretold to meet her
The facade of regret, unblessed shade
For every single one of these friends I met
I carry the weight of their presence within me
An avalanche of investment, backwater
terrain that led into my home.

I may listen, I cannot speak
The handle is broke
Beyond repair
The gateway to salvation
A foxy little bugger
Blackout, blind to the fold
Timings sparkle conundrums
Let it be and live
Survive young one
That is all.

quarta-feira, 10 de outubro de 2018

tristeza nao tem fim, felicidade sim

Which witch ill concern hatched nab
Tipped toed to rope me in with lullabies
Of starlight, a cosy family affair sat
Bye the by granted custody, rectified fireplace
Consents unresistable, crooked museum
Played a melancolic tune at every toilet
Spoiled myself rotten with intent burned
Flipped over coin, thophy jacks, monkey acts
Anything to get by son, his wings temporary
straight edge my laminated ass

Supress your hunger or your innocent I shall timely pierce!
Hold those hands closely to your eyes, at the blink a verge!
Delightful little one your entrapment shines down; careful!
A globe shatters at my feet, strings resonate, a handle flips!
Resolute, palms sing of betrayal, fleet beggings, reckoning!

At the mercy of gospel, the night, decorum and the irracionality
that ran deep, inside.
Decap that gun son, falling in reverse has blind sided yours truly
go soft now, outside.

What do you mean?
Glaring heartbeat overclocked
Dock those wishes under the moon
That ought to do you good
Plastic roses lay on the floor
Sticky syrum drums down
Tip drip dimes trips over
The usual suspect, a golden spark
Muscles contract, keys on ignition
devils pacts, blood worn out, I want the truth
Could swore I tried my darn hardest
did I blink twice, got scared over the sound
of bombardment, of feeling out of place

Guess I forgot my name is human
and if Life finds a way to be part
of this equation, to balance the odds
In the fight, the struggle to find it
we are one, not the same and at war
Needed time to figure it out
Getting back up from the drop
Least they come back to finish the job.

segunda-feira, 1 de outubro de 2018

As if to a knock, I react.

Should have left that door alone
Stepped inside my dreams
A doorway, the gate leads, revolves
A natural catastrophe I chose to ignore

Noisy distractions amount to pitiful
Quakes of want, a rapture lays to waste
A state of decay, pain and everlasting gallows
Fit for king, fools and wizards. Plus the one
Whose willing, to trial through fire
Could had chosen the axe,
crossroads to the date
it had to be me.

Tempered to a shallow halo
Keeping us both sick
I speak in tongues to flare up
Curtains, walls and go the distance
Hoping they pick up meaning
To see meaning in their eyes
'Cos I don't. Make believe bite chunks
There's ever so much gut feeling alone
Can mold until the time to give it up
To own fault, recognize superhuman feat
Or ignite the man responsible, fine.

Everyone now and then
Call it a million years, invoked curve
Off a margin, silence is abandon
As if to a knock, I react.
My ears twitch, nail carved inner palms
Gone through the motions
Raise no waves, nor voices, set to wait
Chasing a dream, complete absolute darkness
The yearly mark we have came this far
Apocalyptic resolution, unfounded

Than be lost. walk out that door
Counter attack the tidal bloom
I do not believe in myself
For I stood by my queued mistakes
In distain I devoured my guts
Spitballed deformed ugly words
Best left unspoken, untold
And I do not trust the process
Of time, of getting old
Therefore I hate this day
For I do not trust old people
Nor the young, the naive
and those in love, be kind
Comprehensive extension
Conflicted mercenaries abide
To the highest bidder, sucess
Compassion for the weak
The frail, the dead and me.
A grey area to set a number
Tagged to extend a hand
To the masses, the blind
And the meek 

Escavate for pity, stroke a nerve instead
Kill
Gold digging, fool's errant, ransom fit for pirates
eyepatch irrelevant over the good eye,
walking backwards on the plank
Goodbye
Smirk as they come, capped them jolly caps
kneel and pray dreamer, entrapment for us all
Burn it to the ground, more kerozin pronto
Arms race for sore distress
and my primal sexual surge
as the rope burns, scratches and tightens
her composure stiffens and her consideration
pale and blue, maddening for I am madly,
ever so easily swayed by this violent wave
to carve the skin, brand her my own,
entirely a plaything until which my essence
is consumed, mouth links to my oblivion
I am truly lost as my hands rest at her feet.
Leave

Should the bottle tear
The compass of my morals
Exposed crystal jaw breached
Cannot afford to snap my fingers
The moment, lost, who goes there?
No signal still from up nowhere
Only bruises from knocking down walls
Bashing, trashing, clinging for dearest life
The pendulum at the bottom drawer
To the left, calibrated with blood
Shines familiar and bright
and I am always listening.

terça-feira, 18 de setembro de 2018

News report on the finally intolerable

Pages marred in a toxic soluction
Above the cause, raise a fool's request
Away with the blues, purge the taste
Too close to the entrapement of your lips
Livid state, mud for a bed, I'll drink to that

Your silence is mesmerizing, self-sabotage
a mere coincidence.
Cheeky on the verge of imminent, so I swore
Store the jerks, compulsive weeps, audible,
another engraved tombstone
Reckoning to those that survived
the melancholic violence, are you listening?
On the recourse of my darkest hour,
a plague was denied.

Corse stench, hair turned flat,
tame in otherwise planitude, turned on
My cavity walls tremble, heart gone quiet
ringtone deafness summons the report.
Abort.

Thus fire cleansed thy half parted heart
Thus wicked politeness bred virulent fear
Thus inventive ways of skillful
Transgressions dodge reality.
Let it be enough.

Set this world ablaze, alight the motives, engage.
Spin the wheel, unto which the mule's broken back
Not a farse, not a deflected trickery of thy eye
For my sleeve is a scarred skin weld, peeled naked
A banner for days past, a shallow thine, token
Token indeed, whilst compare the gargantuan expression
of loveable indifference barren and thrown our way
Today and beyond the curtains of transaction licenced violence
Comically generated for sole entertainment, a distraction
Born from jealousy, nothing left to see.
To rattle the brain and shush the flies, buzz buzz
Buzz that alarm, it haunts my reposte
For I am an animal and thus I breath to feel
Thus fire cooks my insecurities, kills my enemies.
Rollercoster led by the coward, I feel stupid
Though my legs are jelly and my belly poison
The taste of modified emotion turns wrong
I hate the celebrations, can't swallow the thought.

domingo, 9 de setembro de 2018

The adult in the closet.

It started as a joke, of sorts
Of course it was never meant
To last, to vanquish in due time

Akin a blur
Foggy dreamy eyes
Serenate in a winter hill
Enchanted by snow
Resting in the muse's back

Alas, the magic forest was vast
Greater the distance, the will
Colapse in stain dreamer
Your body is ours to devour
Such is the road we upkeep
Forgotten the trickery
Forgiven the reason to start

And what of the door that lead
Beaming, a beacon to the Past
Unruly pitfalls, paramount call
Trapped in the closet
Never to be worn, never meant
To last, to fate the conquest
And the poor another test

Paramore imaginary
Should Theseus find resolve
She too takes upon the mantle
Queen for the eons
Eloped at birthright
Fantasy is not a charity dear
This axe is sharp and that's a fact
That too will be enough.

Nowadays the screens provide
The much needed shelter
Souls reflected in a maze
Hardwired to resolve
Hard fought victory dark warrior
Know now your daughter
Escapes the clutches of the revolte
Unto the bosom of an endless vault of magic
Thus breaking the curse of the closet,
Rest in peace.

terça-feira, 4 de setembro de 2018

If a tree could talk, bittersweet company.

The mailman came bearing anew
I remember a flash, faltering knees
First the snow, later the frost
A desirable darker tune
Hand in wrist, counting graces

Watchers whose soul were sold
Faraway ,invictus, up Violet Hill
Where we hear love resonates
Greater things past a dark year
Whose life we recall in anger

They folded my inibition
Or did I forgot to miss a turn.
If trees could talk, sing back to me
Shelter to those mean birds
Taunting me with gracious fragility
Peacocking airways, throat grows weary
Display what you meant and stay,
odds were, you end up changing
Get better now cornered by chance

I swore to God I would wake up
By walking the path of an exile
I would find what I was missing
Yet the reason I close my eyes
Is but a painful realization I am a fool

My downfall was linked to caring little
Kindred spirits do die young, 'ya know?'
My vitals are a letdown, facing blink company
Drugs are the pump that defines it, bittersweet
Incoherent laughter, oh boy did I had my doubts
Into the next one, no swindler act
The only remedy up my sleeve is agony
That once I am no longer lost
I will still find myself in that lane
'Cos boy do I love getting cocky.

Hallmark to caution catapulted
Out with the old, make it pretty
To see, erupt in truly frightning fashion
A dome out of reach in silver barb wire
We talked about gold, jewelry for later days
Drum beat trapped behind the ear
I am always listening, festering again.

Bench those dark clouds son
Hate cannot outrun karma
Nor in zest thump a lovers nest.

A fantasy we don't talk about
And no prayer elevates the suffucation
Amounts to dust in the air
Closet virtue spares rocket adventures
To be stripped bare, off decay U ask
Lord peel my skin, consume my organs
The chariot signals the pathway inwards.

A soul that burns slowly hasn't travelled
It's symphony knows no tempo
Turn it on son, explore through blood
Exchange wrong by song, well met
By bodily lyrical decomposer
Only then will you have been taught
How to love.
____________________________________
I remember the day with peak clarity
Pushed under, breath stolen
On borrowed time, about to drown
Deconstruct the fallacy son
Hold it up and you will learn how to swim
Only then will we go home again.

sexta-feira, 31 de agosto de 2018

Fate does not intervene anymore.

I saw her study my palm, carefully
Ragged hands mirror edge ,asphalt
Gruff touch, uneven peaks

They thought I was a good man
She fought for a facade, not real butter
As easily fed though not tough as pigskin
Forged links coarsed beyond theft

Summer burned faster, I swear
We always knew; how it ends
A giggle that sets a rusty bell mute
The cannibal heart is under siege
Fate does not intervene anymore.

As sure as I stand in two feet doll
I do believe in time travel, the original sin
Are you aware you fool me your smile?
The street performers do the trick too
De-ja-vu, spoke softly blind, pause

For once we agree and it is sad
She felt it too and it breaks me
Wish I could kill Tonight
Join my betters in prayer
And the rest be bent in a cell

For the ordinary type a feast
Their existance is already hell

Time will play a part soon, d-accord?

Scales forsaken, cemetery stalking
Brave pants caught on fire
Put down a contrary lane of thought
A ghost held by a lassu I recognize
A doormat ever so gentle in welcoming
I blush, out of air and despair the surge
Words to live by engraved in fur
A recollection of sin left at the gates

Girl it does not translate, I swear
I might be dumb, can't read the atmosphere
Yes I hear you rearraging my ripcage
Barbwire dancing with my tongue
And we could tango but I am afraid
I would, perhaps, fall short of the task
And be unable to give way, love.

The clothes scatter, ammo to my defeat
To capture her wings and arrest her breath
To have her sing solely for me
I would master the art of silence
Cooperate with intent, playful mandman
Ah-oh-ohhh desperation incense to my conundrum
Are these butterflies fairies in disguise?
What did we even talked about..
Her lips quiver and sharks stroke battle
My spine shiver, the void calls
And I am always listening.

segunda-feira, 27 de agosto de 2018

I'll imagine that was not what I wanted to hear.

That word rang sleptalking
Peaked my falling insecurities
Escaped out of my waking hour
Locked my airways, no longer sound
Breath sounded less safe, the great escape
It meant 'nothing' to me.

And on the third bell I wake up
Does not add up towards a breakup
Maybe on the other side of the hemisphere
The right time frame where I should be
Overclocking what I want to see
Be owned by televised scenarios
Blue stained, purple taint in my eye routine
Things were better in America
Dreams felt smoother over crack-cocaine
Romancing the charade of dancing in the streets
Immersed heavy rain eyeing a dream
Ticklish blur ticks rub off wrong.

One I apply over dreafully bummed eyes
Soggy, it's complicated, over remembrance
I broke yet another promise, got edged under
shattered along the tracks, I would make up
Guess it was not just a phase, now I see silhouettes
Before I saw faces, right where I wish I could be
Memories stringed tight anyway.
I could had stayed in touch
I chose to disappear..

I lack clarity, the sunshine doesn't provide
Do I miss them or is it still all about me?
Do I feel that much better now?

It does take effort to drown oneself
On the aftermath of an accident
Overthinking instinct, gone either way
Right back to the apathy.

sexta-feira, 17 de agosto de 2018

Oded over a compass of wine and cheap hookers.

At pointblank the pores ooze of bleach
Seedy coke bought over sordid abstain
Do not get confused, a blue lacy is a dog
I merely get labeled a whimp, sorted.
Shredded instruments too can recover
That resemblance of borrowed time.

Nocturnal gails lyric makeshift pull
I make by-a-bye a collected tune
Laughable that my dollface is the product
of a trapped nerve, can't feel my face
Solid gold for the sting, was it worth
the cost timid, obscure so and so foretold.

I ain't no saint and a half-bad listener
To boot, the girl sat at the limbo steps
a dark whisperer to crystal balls
Oded over a compass of wine and cheap hookers
Pray tell girl how can that be a curse?

Nutty pretenses, should'a said no
A manequim strapless, devout
I apreciated the silence
and little else.

find's a new keeper lodged at your disposal
swift, immenent and fully deserved
a bullet sits at our nest, lukewarm satisfaction

I called shotgun.

The grandeur of a finale sits at bay
The mine lost the trust of the crowd
and popped the ballon, check it.
No laughter, no clamour, out of sink
Elemental pop, sounds good.
A wave of arms, the quiet dawn
Aftermath of abandon, a ghost that left
Once a vampire stroke by moonlight
bravely met the sun's reflection and burned
over the grace of science, broken tempo
Stopwatch held heart, more drugs to fuel
The rage, the measures to which no avail
Can be forgiven.

segunda-feira, 23 de julho de 2018

Shame walks the twilight

Heavy are thy aspirations
Turtled upon thy chest,
bottlenecked stroke tempo
Little girl haven't you realized?
The throne has no heir
Gods hipnotized by snails
No.. sooner, eclipsed by alergies
so to speak, her broken wings
my hidden body, tundra rippled.

This sudden vacancy, an avalance
Even the dead generate goose bump
Savage awoken hour, curse it all
Enervating itchy state, my ears lie
Selfishly transport me to passages
foraged home, ravaged memory foretold
Ancestors, kin of my flesh guide me
Up thy babel tower, should I make it
Undermine ascending scales under her feet
Screw the kneecaps and incapacitate
Melt away my suffering,
Traded my pain with my captive
Best desigrated glanced over a graveyard taunts

There's no denying healing takes pause
On the parade we held over shovel claps
The crown transmuted the golden halo
Wizard I still resent thy darkest secrets
Tomes of vile conduct, a knock on my door

Twice fell the blade that inseminates
Shame walks the twilight, disapproving
All knowing, queen forever and a day

I smirk not for an apocalipse dawns
No remorse for the empty glas, so-so
Pour me one for the long road home
Prayer only finds me on my sleep
When it is cold and my hands
Find another.

segunda-feira, 16 de julho de 2018

From breastfed to absinthe.

There goes the recess, an abyss
Devoid of flavour, my innibition
Nothing left, broken links
B-rated, repel my last breath
That tipped off veil kept me going
No upkeep on the extinguisher
Neglect provoked this burn out, shit.

New divider firmly lodged on drugs
Lotta' buff up self-prescripted preaching
no role model to teach them how to fraternize
My lighter ain't sized for purpose
Ain't got a choice, fuck it all up
You will find my front door upside down


Now now ragdoll it ain't a belief 
I mispoke, bent sore throat set aside
Dandelion serum to loosen your nerves
The ruler treatment brings us both to tears
Some birdo chants qualms, repeat the slander
Let us watch paint dry, "son never apologize"
Some day I will learn to speak my mind.

My words may be twisted, hell sent me
Read diagonally to match up sham slang
My irrittation as of late is that I can't complain
Pour me hope, feels awful just to sit down
Crack the bottle that kept me quiet
Hold me heartbeat, lead me home


Packed bags buried underneath junk
My skin crawls, neck cranks up bed sores
Might be time to colapse this tent
Retribution my penance, karma the looming
duty maimed, this holes on my hands
A conduit to a darker place, met with shiny
Little pretty things, the same amber pearls
Mine, identical in custom and fare rate
 
I wonder how come
The phone burns at touch
The letter disintegrates
The email cracks the screen
Under my knuckles, under my nails
Now now, those times are past me
I just ought to confess if I were
under durress, you, would not
see, me, plead.
Lure me a mistake
tangled vocal cords
Queue up and wait your turn.

quarta-feira, 4 de julho de 2018

A silver claw encarcerated in my lungs.

ol' stain trusthworthy to shut it up myself
somehow concuring yearning defies
conundrums, boy enamoured by fantasy
to pursue my lips as I masterfully interlock
the hang execution rope through use of your hair
resources abundant so as to pester
in decay a feast to celebrate the new age
the Eve of changes of heart, classic.

A silver claw encarcerated in my lungs.
I can feel it dance when I speak
it torments to no lavish end when I eat
From the spoils I have been gifted,
I hate it the most when I sit alone

and what of this demand for accessibility
How come telltales farscretch commodities?
while we try to figure it out culture colapses

Poise tokens of scarce embellishment
pierce my skin, dangle in vain my shinies
Let me rotate thy promise upon my lip
Twice folded and make it painful
rest assured the blood fuels a purpose
The good boy wears warpaint
packed bag, navigates the empty twilight
It too had a name missed in translation
a petty mistake not meant for me.

There is no nobler catastrophe
than the distant cornered prey
Fallen, ten thousand feet under
Alive and overdue, granted a slow death
Father I wished for many things
Not one came to be, sinful in weight
Greed, pride, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth
All is well when the furies sunder my ribcage
Do not defy me child, do scream my name
as I brand flesh and untie the ligaments of your soul
So fleeting pledges of due honor
Love harbor, ample bay divide
Beckon the others ahead
Hoy it is me.

terça-feira, 3 de julho de 2018

D a J C

Gash of crimson velvet
Uncomsumated debt
He muses atop vertical bounds
and bruises are rewards
Garden of busy tides
To fulfil a triple dock outing
Roll up a footstorm of personnel
Adquire mastery of hunger upon
I shan't feint I do wish for adoration
Peer through should you miss it

Gates are by definition flawed
Intrusion of privacy, fact
and death to those compelled
Should they so desire to object,

Delirious calls drowned under
my feet, the dirt shares my jaded appetite
_____________________________

A mane cascates dancing ever so slow
fleeting silk, defying gravity these locks
I confess I might be losing it, I signed up
for my own downfall, paramount to sing along
Sugar on the tip of my nose gives the word away

The backbone is shaped by peril
The soul intoxicated by cowardness
slipped down by babel tower
Riviera thy jewels appease them
they, the comical insane whose saliva
evaporates god tainted affront

For now the payment remains unchecked
for now I am swore to never come out
of my special place, aflicted by paranoia
Should earn prove heavy in steps
an imminent assault, that's only fair.
_________________________________

sexta-feira, 29 de junho de 2018

May your name escape my throat in my final day.

It was a hot summer day
Just like all those now and before
Anyway, you meant to run away
Get riddin' the moment, hurray
I do taste relieve when I wake up
Foul display of apathy, can't escape
To think I could not say it
Admit what I felt was new
Baby I would exchange
The sum of my travels
They did not seem to fortify
My mental, these fears resist
being washed away, cannot board
Dreams, art galleries haunted
By placeholders disfigured
By misunderstandings and blurs
Lay waste to reality
Paint the Moon red and destroy the Sun
Match my equals in battle and so far
Little else compares to your breath
Lingering on my neck as the drums
Skip my heartbeats, fasten by trance
Aching sore dry eyes serenate
Barren wastelands forgo innibit passion
Fastforward a broken state, that boat?
A ship that departed towards nowhere
Might as well keep walking
I breath easy only if I keep talking
Scared I forget to stand tall
Taxing true, as a hurricane at sea
And break yet another promise
I never intent to keep so close
though it seems only some golden words
worthwhile to trade for hope and a smile
Fortune was not what I was hearing
Then again rain makes for a fit companion
when everyone else moves on
so far from home, where is this place
God I forget to make up
a new condoned outbreak
Infect your ears with symphony
Baby it is not a zombie morphic state
I just gotta keep on sleepwalking
and perhaps you won't look so distant
Asia, America, Africa? Where do I need to be..
May your name escape my throat in my final day.

quinta-feira, 28 de junho de 2018

Infected dreams

Pinpoint my draining spirit
My answer is a resounding negative
Impulse to leg it, that rasp voice
Is a disease that clocks towards disaster
How can one become better?

I'll treat it like it should be
A foreshadow of disonesty
Though it is grave and daunting
To live to lose, grasp for torment
Canned worms are the evidence

 What else could be conforting
Caress the hair, interlock it
Felt like time itself spat opportunity
"Killing time that I left behind
Everything changes to a point that it stops and it turns around"
Glares impertinently like it knew now and then
The frame, make it dismay and sorrow
Of what would come to be

Imaginary friends, those whose voices
Sang in the breeze, carried over the sea
Where reflections were sparkles of brightness
My name a truce, war games lead sideways
Blood spilt granted companship; the true reward
Youth, a fortitude far greater deserving
And then there's me.

and if human interaction is a circus
of minor conseguence the falling down
factored into the ocupation
Provided, clarity ticks one over
the ledge of superiority, fitting
to become part of a orgasnism
It's mission desolation, stop.

In my infected dreams
I too can kill the buggyman
It's face familiar
It's voice peculiar
Her resolve inviting
Let the dead stay hidden.

segunda-feira, 18 de junho de 2018

They asked me for a favour. I obeyed.

A marked man
Breastfed painkillers
Loonie eyes cluckle on a murderers arms
Walls scratches do not constitute a lullaby
Go away. I find megalomaniacs sensual
In nature, virtue and prose, solidified opression
Shackles cutting far too shallow
A ditch, stank of piss, an hardcore interpretation
Of a toothpick, arranged vice, call it sleep
Drug pushin'  the some of my insignificanse
There aint no flowers up my sleeve babygirl
Only borrowed misery and decay ill gains

Am I, perhaps, a dragon?
A narcissist hoarding knowledge
echo of a legacy fortified by pride;
a gross rouse snowballed,
past the mountain of blood diamonds
hoarded underneath my bed
stashed for better days, I gambled ventures
certain, confusing chances as 'do or die'
chained to pleasure and pain
Be it a blade that redesigns my insides
As a corporal motive, calibrated by wax
Frail like a lie held unto my tongue
Should I elaborate or die on my own.

I concur. I agree. Dictate the pace
Lest his minds rages in a spiral
Boiled eyes in a recent frenzy
Trashed ice cubes melt, our undoing
He proper ate her voice whole
Watershed venues downstairs
In a dark place, bruises meaningless
as a generation disappeared
It finally got to you, not a broken toy
how tiny her hany, never to be married
She cannot be given away son, you took
All the firsts, the ifs and sorrows
The joy in her eye, no longer lively
Inprinted
The little thing

quarta-feira, 13 de junho de 2018

Lachesism, a sweet narrative for a remote not so close encounter underneath hideous backdrop stories eh?

Bloodsuckers flash their teeth
During the accidental encounter
Gloomy eyes, scales to be peeled at night
Someone call the police
Go now and kill your own mother
Monsters do love to be misunderstood
Lone wolfes thrive and sorry dollface,
that just a fucking fact.

Read between the lines,
cement at your own peril
What's another opinion at the asylum
where the predictable meets no friends
Voices floral allies, at least get back
mediocre insanity, built sonder bridges
victims of suffering beyond  recollection
Lone minds age faster and sorry dearest,
that just a fucking fact.

I dread this dull accusations
Gun to the temple, relationships measured
at the drop of a teaspoon, preference an act
your venom dances at the tip of an able tongue
not a picky eater bloodsucker, remorse a charade
If I do get caught dangling my legs across the branches
of this Life's tree, it is solely because my agility permits
makes it so that hanging does not cut it
That shine orb caressed by the sunlight,
my scissors stained with criminal intent

Should I be made to eat my own teeth
would they smile as they carve me up like a pig
Off tilt, chaos induced disorder
if I do bite my nails to the root
Somehow my fingers, succulent and chewy
Confess, let us settle this as good civillians should
They might embellish your organs, should taste just right.

Salivating as I panic
What would you do?
If your honorific manner, rather
Your ugly grimage provoked an open season
Had desecrated the general consensus
'Messed that shit up a bunch'
Solid object connects to my smile, abstract
Only to those that did not feel it
Mouthful really, boy was I stuffed

I hold dear to my condition
Many a faults, one rings true
pour me acid mixed with oxygen
just so I can erase, break it down in particular
this one fight worth dying for, surely (not)
"came close to being another echo"
please. do not stay to see me waste away.

sexta-feira, 8 de junho de 2018

Look the other way.

Let us look sideways
Traverse the sunlight
Gaze match, oh no
Incadescent ears
First, like rain on the pavement
please look the other way

Do not say my name
Measured words tickle falsettos
Dragged uptown, uptight
I swear your Honour
She looked like a Tara
Lost the compreension of reason
No need to change it.

I sincerely apologize
The calendar refuses to strike my day
Dangling on the threshold, window musing
Whether you could have it, scratch the vice
of imagination, fantastic obsidian marvel
al natural, perhaps, you fought your bad habits
Where's the expected argument?

Maybe amber
would had fit the purpose
just as well,
you simply would not have it;

Another one for the count
Passion? Cash in hand love
My restraint became a shell
it stank of dung and rolls downhill
Ashes, lashes, scratches, crash and burn
I felt my humanity shrank to the size of grapes
Couldn't make me an hero
Off the mark, powerless to admire

I did not start this war
That rages within my head
I wouldn't dare to aim that high
Just came to feel satisfaction
In feeling out of place
Those silhouettes I meant to impress?
They looked the other way as per requested
Can barely distinguise their faces anymore

Cause for a sentimental pause
Licked to a sliver of hope
I am in a severe need for a beating
So the bruises might match my mood
Or by force I might remain static
As if it were that easy to induce memory lost
Do talk slow dear, I happen to wish to kill time

However serene, please look the other way.

quinta-feira, 31 de maio de 2018

His skin ash. His skin ash. His skin ashes.

There seems to be a fiend courting my soul
When it gets quiet. I feel empty. 
deep down I know it is still there
And it cares, so I get caught up in drag
"I never wanted to be caught up in not looking back"

This civil unrest arrests my breath
Goddamm it feels like a force to get lost in
Those brave bright ones transpire charm
Orchestrate livin' in daring confort
As if dancing in the rain was not magnificent
If all it takes is to take your hand and get lost
In there, a bubble of affection, yes yearn

A rumble, party for those that make merry
Out of an ocasion, an spendable expression
"God damn it’s an obsession"
A force to be reckon with, a chain made to last
the wander, so and so, and off with her head
The words could fail us then
Aline off accord and clash, hell with it all
Banished to the realms of separate lifes
Once we forget, out of each others head
Not oathkeepers, alas the trees are wiser
than common flesh stood forecasted

and if all there ever was were red
shades of a memento too cosy,
taken by the breeze at dawn
as you dreamt of an open border policy
at a two ways strived oasis, a sinful mirage
Would you be unwilling to carry the weight?
Of legacy? What of good times, those memories?
Every now and then I recall proper advise
From the ones that kept me here
"Just find a way to be glad to be alive."
Humble to say it raises doubt to fleeting shivers
Can nonetheless safely reassure you friend
Do not try to rescue me.
This crusade goes for miles away a day
Ahaha do offer me a beverage when I retribute
the ol' sing-a-long, be it not too far long now.
Life is finite by default after all.

segunda-feira, 21 de maio de 2018

How? Ohh how could we forget about you

How, how could we forget about you
NO! Light up those string limes
Rope tight 'bout combing my throat
NO! I wish for a brighter tomorrow
Where breathing comes easy
And I feel apreciated in someone's plan
An answer, a purpose, a mortal ask
For however device, a tool. A fool.

NO I CANNOT LET IT GO
I need to be hated for falling out of reach
More turmoil! Then a razor in my wrists
A toxic coil coursing through my insides
That lights up my body, never late
Ignite this indecision out of sickness
A lump stuck on my throat, a thread
Ever so elusive and smooth
Oh how I despice when they say
"I wish I could be just like you"

Do not pretend you never felt lonely
I too am confused
How come we get to have came this far
Putting up airs, this shit show, and prevail

NO, I ain't listing a damage report
If I hold it close to my chest
It is indeed for dear life meaningful
I adore petty foolishness, growth conversed
Alas, it does indeed hurt to see my nemesis
Profoundly engraved in my soul
"How, how could we forget about you."
So easily wounded, I do scar deep
Tell me what's happening, it's all cool
What's good, ahha do not mind me
But indeed I rather hang from a tree
Than cure pain in order to induce apathy
Darling let it all flow
You are stronger than you have had the chance to show

sexta-feira, 18 de maio de 2018

A good night sleep calls for confetti and dodgy dance moves

The Good Life has been on my mind
Long overdue, a sigh held tight
Awkward back posture, I reckon
a quake to shatter the frame
to path dusty roads unturned
as I glance over my shoulder
For I did walk away

breathing be my sole curse
of existance a lesser menace
grimace for the sake of kindness
I might not understand but I did care
Let it be that Life starts now
Hard pressed for justification
Let the pulse in the veins instead
Regain the strength to carry on

Where did I go wrong
Wish my brain had been rearranged
Somehow, by beating with this heavy cane
A remedy or a poison, in the end
It all tastes the same

I came to adore hiding my brow
Heavy and insightful
To a living state of mind
Crocked back, lips of deceit
It just might be time to leave

Neutral, not indifferent
Anywhere would had been enough
from here onwards my stead is found
we construct over necessity

Let it be stated my Will is not immortal
it can in due time be cannibalized
serviceable for the effect of consumption
It has it would seem its uses
Once exhaustion settles in
for flying solo, mighty high, is both unbecoming
and sore cause for fractured bones.

I fell under the impression
the truth could be fashioned differently
and I believed it to be peachy
if a tad preachy, neat and supportive
for despicable events and silly escapades
made my best stories, entertaining outlets
of time, in time, again let's do it again..

To negociate one must confer the following dillema
It is not the price that breaks people, as they stale for time
God forbid if I would not abdicate of a limp or two too many
chasing white lies, if only I could I would
I care then, off transparent conseguences devoid of joy
Crossing the tenure of my household threshold whole
And they be dragged, ugly and amorph, thing that shapes to be
the death of me, oh-ohhh thy soul, a state of confusion instilled

I swear I glorify hypocricy to the stage where
upon ruin I would drown rescuing my shadow
from the tyranny of the sun, the cruelty of the moon
Glad to be alive but far too attached, the irony!
So, please please please, do not try to rescue me
Or let me get what I want.

sábado, 28 de abril de 2018

There is an hellish torment
that plagues the prayers resting
ever so tender for the Dead
under the careful watch, praise be the Yellow King
steadfast, undivided moarning state, goes to be seen
one can fasten his belt whenever causation appraises doubt
and wins, believe us, proves itself to propose Salvation
for I am the Sea, the Ocean and my worse enemy

Rage inflates, as desire is expected to be
chances that were never taken, feel them
crawl like ants, up your sleeve, whenever it rains
Free to rampage unchecked, welcomed even
Known not for want or lack thereof

Space, harden tempered forged Will
To be broken still by savoury experiences
One that fell to his knees, rather than abandon
knows now serenity, won is therefore the war
From yet not decided, future unchecked
It so happens my hands mold it everyday.

I am been meaning to tell you
I have been meaning to let you go
Guess I feel my words went just this far
And once I forget you I too will vanish
Alongside my bleeding pride and resentments
Oh well, all is well, no need to fight
Anymore. 

domingo, 15 de abril de 2018

Damage sourced below the skin
Blood pool, drip by-a-bye swollen, well fed
erupt, immersive as it ticks, thicken what made the heart stop
neurotic, blue lips no longer moist
human shelf, are books memories or fragments of people's self-worth
ruined, let it transpire further upon these alleyways
either dry or refine, anyday, dumped on a site
under foundation, bedsheets of morta. perish the thought!
should you too cease to exist. or seige the right.
under the star gaze, on the eve of someone.

and so down we go.
where do I stand?
who can gauge my options?
Amid this fanatics,
trilled to shed the weight, off;
their past mistakes.
a stare down, run me down
Ironic them, how without fault
Each and everytime they come to hate it
Their steel cladded darts spin
Conclaved and conspired, surely, as a group debates

So and so

how better to shove said rhetoric down one's throat
Gag, you better struggle. heh, no puking now
It's no use, the acids work as intented
Improved taste, clarify me this then
Am I to be an outsider, an exile
A sick mad bastard perhaps that left all that behind
were it to be pronunced factually
by overwhelming general consensus
that I came to drown in self-defeat
would you, my friends that I came to make
accept my death and forget
or moarn me, carrying me still
to the frontier of a new eve
the dawn of estability, neutral colours
and no everlasting pain.

sexta-feira, 23 de março de 2018

Cannot, no longer! upheld truths
carried over the ledge
misplaced during off-season
empty streets, occult hallow sleeves
Landlords throw hands in the air
'it's ours now, for as long as it collides'
a turn off putting, like snow adrift
So to speak, we brush remorse
somebody is dead, so let us dance
to the sickening tune of expectations
It is after all an emergency.

The weak cannot forgive
nor forget, petty absolutions
such is the trauma in rebirth
It has been years now, dreams drowned
Promises; dried up and left behind
Good intentions are after all
A none factor, as the world disappears
mere acessory to the living that could

If I meant any of this
I would cave in and surrender
This turn, wicked be thy jagged crown
To the nearest holy authority, haste
Broken rafts too drift, by chance, ashore
Foreign waters where evil cannot be amended
Foggy blurry vision, before all is lost
Alas, the path is not a line and I still feel crux






segunda-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2018

Snow flows, memories consumed
Sand dance, caress asphalt
Blossom tempest, inherent protest
Four complains, escalating into a depression
Temperature slips, rosy cheeks
Import liquor, pink silk rancy sheets
It's settled now, grey hallow tones kiss concrete
I held her tightly, suffocated, feint walls closed in, infiltrated

as snow flew I fell
once it melted, away anew
alas, all alterated, fear
It hurt when you walked away
what lingered, coughing spite
an over shoulder sinister hopeful glance
It truly broke my heart 
Now I crawl in hopes pity
Will glue the shattered pieces