segunda-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2022

river of blood rushing, pouring, 

enerving waking up call

no longer drums, a siren

a forbidden softer rythem

from just to stormy weather

all is imagination and untold wasteful honey

golden legacy stolen from the sun

never sweeter than taken off a children's grasp

chopping teeth and coercing a surrender together

 to the hive mind we bow together

merrier candy for those left starring at the mirror

cycle once cycle twice, faded to repeat the circle

we say we are okay, tormented by empty words

that feel like waves crashing in hallow shore

daring admission, it is dangerous to travel alone

a leer to the crowd sparks concern that is tangible

to a polished believe from the looking type

a voyage towards the open seas held by prayer

word by word lighter and stronger, a waste of have, held, touched and thrown

a turn off, was not careful with what was a true lesson to shine upon the dying light

a turtle carries her whole home atop her back

lift off, seafare and all it takes one I am lead to believe

the wind calls to me ever fleeting and the anxiety is suffocating

exausting to act like a person that I do not know

nor can come to grips that I do not trust

a skin that trips me under a minefield of insecurities

I get spiked by the turbulense of curiosity

poke, probe and caress 

grab it and spin it

allow these million spikes to bleed me out

deconstruct mayfare better weather

on clever words without you

on the day we disappear amongst dust

from fame to widespread tumult

is it known secrets are best left alone.


what's so special about you?

braving the cold right to put up a poor fight

flag up the committal to flee on self-imposed exile

let it known nothing of remote importance shall change.

sexta-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2022

a rifting day whoever few that might give pause and a gentle shake as the world trembles and hope echos.

found a discarding car toy the other day

an older model granted

rusty and looking hella defeated

not worth a burial through fire

so I did what an adult should

sat on a pool of still water and homeless piss

and swang the vroom vroom gotta go fast

childhood no longer on hold

 we are just playing around lalala

straight to the store buy some Lego

found my limits face up into concrete

a car is not my enemy, may this anger be dead to me

 

repurposing humans or perhaps

as we take control anew and descent into

craving and animalistic instincts of struggle

be it faith or binding sounds of souls clashing

whatever floats: be it liquor (liquid truth)

 it hurts, hurts, hurts and it gets to me

my thorny crown is a civilized act of defience

fed by blood echos from victories left behind

call the police and desecrate this victim

compare their scars beneath the grey skin

desiccate the body, mummify the soul dangling

on borrowed time that we cannot hide nor deny

a tamed animal wants not for a cage or string

a command shan't suffice for he crawls under the hold

strangling sound of a stare that beckons the very stale air

 

I wish him goodbye but a confirmed farewell

 

may we never be saved

may we agree to disagree and fight to our merry deaths

may you leave and never return

 

find the door broken in 

in ashes all you ever loved

find yourself alone

may this chest implode without forged commitment

lungs empty devoid of all trust

all because of you.

quarta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2022

darkness a tempting blanket once the alarm kicks in

reality comes a calling and gets your name wrong again

feel up the rooml, slow breaths in to embrace the familiary

eyes shut, head first it is the silence that garantees

the expected normality or so I pray

I remember those nights when the shadows talked back

deformed and face blurry, knuckles bloody 

certain I held the goodbye but truly

did I fail to register a reply?

when I wake up holding my other hand

was that my undoing? or otherworldly intervention

a foggy detached mind can invite itself

to rad tappy travels, tacky and hungry

for release, rebuild a throne and start anew

because of you.

 

granted with chewed ankles one can still crawl

to chance upon a psycho whose lungs I might bestow

new air fuiled by adrenaline for if our destiny collide

I just might just eat them whole to fill up my soul

put right to the weight atop my chrest 

to permiate this guilt with justifiable blood

'till death do me apart demark clearly

why, how, when was my spirit broken

a loopy trade, sought after and dug up

 

inhale a moment of repress from running from regret for so long

tempted to take a break now that my lungs fill up so gently

I recall star sparks and wishing for different times

from feeling robbed to failing to decompress the constricts of my head

a satellite that troubles me so

so loud yet so clear

shouldn't had missed the funeral

allbecauseofyouohhIamdead.