sexta-feira, 31 de maio de 2024

blacken tongue, tv static. effortless desire to be anything other than human

disfigures the happy faces

waving back, at me

through a cracked screen

they are so thoughtful

on a loop repeating a speech

of parasocial brew

a deadly cocktail, attire and regal format

blade in the ribs; poison for dessert

no farewells or goodbyes for everyone dies

in the end. in this perfect story no ones worth it

seemingly summoned into being

a foot on a landmine afraid of running into paradise

I dreamt of Buddha buried in white crystal sand

the gravitas a spear through the reset of misty rain in a sad day

a walk by the park in source for reasons

to contemplate what power contained in breathing

can produce the euphoria born in Eden

the bitterness of salt awash this island

has us preserved in volcanic tomb

Julian the whale a titanic watchtower, both guardian and villain

demon and angel for his belly contains sustenance and grave

never truly an empty space for refuse

nor salvation for the drown rejoin the cycle

anew, hard to realize the release is not found in a crux

but a coffin instead, name engraved my heartbreak.

cemented the design meant to unfold

swallowing whole the specie that aware

thought itself special and unique

a flawed logic self-imploding from inside

an avalanche of tremendous conseguence

alas, in the spectral of the aftermath the individual

does not matter but should we split the atom

we will all die

as babies we shan't strive

nor survive without a nurturing kind guidance

a blessing now forgone, out of reach

I never understood why I felt inapt

felt broken and less than human

I now remember I went into hiding 

and gone back to sleep.

quinta-feira, 23 de maio de 2024

do without ice-tea

recess avent healing minds eyes set on fire

atop the empire a pyre of wires and desires

feline presence, holy mirror of mine bestow wisdom of old

upon the youth of yesteryear, those meek lost lamp and sheep alike

I pray I figure out where did I go wrong in places I walked by, far and away

in the lessons we exchanged, gave away and simply displaced: momentarily.

like fleeting summer scalds, unlearnt scars to bear in strives of passion

skinship of friendship a sail that dependent of wind and matching

what exactly, I could not trace the relevance and yet

undoubtly a duel of might, wills and corny jokes

has occured and faced due judgement in the arena

rocking up to the joint waiting for that something something

to whisk our spirits and take our breath, surprised it hasn't happened yet

maybe I forget. 

elated, elastic, unmotivated occupier of this space, don't watch closely it dulls the mind.

a complete waste of time.

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a chanced talk trapped in a call mid queue to buy something I did not really want

but nevertheless could not breakaway from the day, a mistake

turnover the wardrobe, knock it over all the same

by inaction, attentive devotion to a reluctant

war against oneself. loud and messy, twitching

a pending appointment, a misterious pain

glassdoors offer no privacy nor security

flesh pressed on connections, against fragments alive and bright

awake, flying, lodged deep, slicing and floating atop clouds and dreams

in dilligence they work whose sleepy cranky head, should we

follow. I volunteer to reimagine the wires connecting the chain reaction. 

shapeless, within, as they should for they belong here.

what I conjure as my realm

of wanted confort, normality and peace, it takes a while

not as long as to take, in, the sights, endless as they are pretty

wide as they are grand these roads suspended and free.

requests cutting deeper, heavier

are perceived threats to my enemies

a crystal clear blow out

forest of silent hunters on the prowl, beware do take care

(shared) co-existance a living hell of sorts round these parts

trail a scent of 'over 'nothings' a tell tale of fundamentally disagreeing

a thing of the heart I 'sppose

crime tomb of mine, of speedy stories that serve as time gauge, metrics and odd devices

prison to hold a secret, atop of my tongue and its an intoxicating feeling

freedom joined to the rotten crawling on the walls

loss tearing at the flesh never doing it on my own

a speedy overtake with family and friends, no less!

words alone cannot contain this lukewarm room mood

a worm infesting the ear canal

neutral unequal, bored and pressing

the strangle hold of waiting for the something else

the good change on a coin flip

                                                                    the usurpor of a bonbon

by a depressed, suicidal

housewife

locked by choice

on a lovely villa

ample garden

laughing, annoyingly energetic

children assault her senses

on the daily

some her own, by the way

sipping on a bottle

a call to the infancy

in need of nurture

red wine and expensive

bon-bons

chocolate, delicate liquor infused

chocolate.

a phantom whose gown

barely contain the lament

and feminine form

trapped, drapped and neglected

openely kind, in need of a shoulder to cry on

I slashed by childlike knee open, go go fast

or so I recall, and do hard as I try

I wish I knew better in the joys

of my childhood if,

a friend's mother and a dear crush

gone at 43

why in this page, and why now

what fragments got chopped

and otherwise embelished

or flowery regarded as a cover-up

for stories are shared

 never ours.