segunda-feira, 26 de junho de 2023

"no love for myself and no love for another"

frighten to converge to the abyss

that black hole where empty 'fines' go to die

a toll ticket exchanged for tears that have dried

in a well emptied by farewells denied

cut in ribbons and half exchanged memories

pieces fragmented like a wasted life embraces insanity in order to survive

sharp not when inflicted, the pain shies away from the natural

it is when they return sheepily and meek, hysteria difuses a sense of familiarity

like being scared and trapped, at home, from the beginning 'till then:

if you pray and tell no one but the blue sky at noon

like a call upon, hypnotized

did it really happen... to us?

swallowing hard for no fucking reason

weighted down by dramatic nostalgia out of boredom I suppose

a mountain of faded eyes bother me like satellites

we concur to be a mistake still we wave as we go under

pleading our case to the depths

no emperor could grant respite

no calm post-storm could restore

lost childhood contempt for reason

the ultimate prize of curiosity interwined with innocence

is all but lost as we descent further out of reach of Eden

chicken too run headless, momentarily, in a finite proportion

as death reaches suicide (or is it the other way spun?)

following orders so I don't get left behind

not realizing indecision is disappointing the demon in the mirror

preying on my downfall

all agitation, disoriented or so excuses compel my tongue

a poison I hope penetrates my frame akin to acid trust

bones and karma are the ultimate equalizer in this living hell we both share beloved

in no way shape or form could you come to understand how my distain has infected my desire

'till I find my purpose,

wipe the slat clean 

and (bite down)

dispose of the rag with (what?)'s on display

your body will have to suffice.

terça-feira, 6 de junho de 2023

drifter: a choice, faulty by design. Nomad is the correct word.

a tingle at the ear

nags, drags, dyes meaning to pain

an open ocean tainted by tainted liquid

contamination cannot contain the bite at sight

gospel to paths taken at length, distain to desire

butterflies and bees are not welcome on this mechanized eden.

 hands that once toiled at the land now stand still holding token

beacon of blue light screens, a pyre eating away at the frame

higher delight at looking down never higher...

a choice, consumed by fault on the greater design

a judge callous, bound by encarcerating wisdom to fail

gets rewarded on length, bounty in gold

on the duty promised to uphold normal justice

distractions irrelevant (she says my name I break)

A choice granted, doomed to expire

in grave disappointed post fuck in your face

great are the expectations

confined to pressure, peers on the lookout

jolting, sneering, plotting away

the fever crashing waves

swalloed opinions are deemed venomous

and weaponized as such, satisfied death of mine.

Sand, amongst numerous other things

is a finite resource

misunderstood as otherwise, sad might have a lil' cry

singular finger drilling at my temple

minor source of disconfort and discontent

like a boy whose hungry gaze matches the burning sun

scalding only to erase his vision in a struggle of wills

barren milky white stark eyes

draws awe, terror and wander (no longer cursed)

a warning deflected sought movement

compare two blind men in the swing

breeders match fitting dog to bitch

mix an excess of colour and you too will find

a dark resolve in absence of shine.


slimey, sticky

ever so icky irritating nick

wishing they would bite deeper

oh shadow do move along

flaring up my ears

stealing my breath

putting my heart on the treadmill

taking my blurry vision for a spin

face a mountain of rumble

as the appetite and sleep crumble

where to begin;

now, ahead, onwards.

in is not, after all that eas-