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.

terça-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2022

coffee stains

 hear hear, they have found a way to kill the sun

alongside the frenemy that pierced the heavens

betrayed our principles and assassinated our logistics

came and dined at our table and slept with our spouse

in a mighty rouse, silver tongue and decadent risks


to just get what I can take away

a piece of new anew renew close to my heart

clear the words stuck on my throat 'fraid it caught on

regurgitated desire a tall tale left trailing like a donkey's tail

stubborn and foolish drowns at the well on the fairytale

decapitaded on Monday, a cursed day for utter pointless reasons

those that leave home willingly and still resent the merry crushed berry

they don't even like jam and yet the music tune lingers

haunting ear drums out of their depth: never alone 


afraid of fear

waiting to come down 

mocking the ground

 

up here we are safe, closer to the cosy mercy of the sun

doesn't take a fancy of genial inclination to be spent

and trilled by the sights uphill what wonders

and mysteries are resolved by splendor and distractions

raised stakes and burned testaments playing devils advocate

 a species scopes potential: controlled mutation

 

heroes death are stories foretold granted all along

they are bodies to the crematory either way

poor, sane or grey skinned

battle fit or white flag carrier 

only those that bare scars truth be told

are left behind, broken and bent

beyond repair, war a loom

greed the feet hard stuck on the pedal

calibrated to eternity the cost all blood on earth

as just as long as it misses Me

by all means set fire to the passions of old

outside of the corners of my desires

is the dragged skid marks of what I am

tyre reused, belongings of my parents

shown or lack of, it does not matter now

personal duty fucks me up over what I should do

to become a better human since society dictates

I should be something that not a mixed race man. 

quarta-feira, 12 de janeiro de 2022

do you know how to deconstruct a nose? or a noose? what about a broken spell?

 repeating on ocasion

on a loop that casts a longer shadow

under the borrowed brow of a show and tell

under a spell which sings the child to sleep

had my phone turned off I guess

silent and defiant we engage comatose parades

from birth to the grave we serenate 

moody and a sort of fucked up colour faded strength

when we do get to meet

we regret it however brief

we tend to repeat

 past blinding grievences 

we do carry in grief

a mourning slumber upon the shoulders

that we missed the shot at throwing it past

what was said and done

neurodic, allegory, effing fine planitude can too exaust

fake love a sorrow paperthin

the paper castle woke up the dragon whose yawns are toxic and killed the princess

flesh bleeding wounds scratch on repeat

I meant less harm and more feverous grace

to leave a mark on detachment 

however tender and brief

this pounded meat branded issues

that somehow got out of hand

booted up what's given, quick, freely flowing

on tap, not worth a penny, stuck, in a loop, on repeat

sábado, 1 de janeiro de 2022

 there's a fly buzz serenating in my bedroom

contemplating the infection of a circular disaster

the devil's contract a product of contraband 

a defected rectangular human skin marvel of the underground

nurtured by war, famine and disease soon to be followed by death

humanities darkest hour is upon those that forgotten how to pray

snowflakes have lingered as dawn departs upon a new year

I pray my resolve shan't falter and betray

the devotion of my past pretense, forgotten and abandoned 

to cast a longer shadow atop the hilt of a drawn greatsword

awaken breathing gates tremble as the dreaded name is forsaken

escaping lips best left in selfish regret: troubled cause

however much was lose beneath the crashing bay in this city

where adults are dreamers that have given up and grown up

always looking down, eyes so heavy that they borrow the ground

they stink of grounded sunflower dust crushed by heavy metals

telling stress weights down grave pale faces quietly telling 

whatever reasons they found to be stuck in a life that is bleeding out nevertheless

the candle is extinct, the traces foolish

no disease nor decay can cleanse a hopeless cause

to afraid to turn around and engage

thought process vanished

if life goes on do we comedown from meltdowns?

does it get more bearable to take a letdown

vanquished. 

sexta-feira, 31 de dezembro de 2021

predicted

 sorrow is the shift, back and forth

of a tidal wave returning at the bay,

that frost chill that peaks and slides

in the open winter season unrivalled,

the companionship a thunder

erupting like a lovers name 

a rune, a pillar in shambles

the backseat that is rejected

shotgun, loaded and imported


'here's to better days

champagne on the house

all around everyone do gather

do spread about to the party'

had a hell of a round

and the bell has yet to call it a stop

a month a year a turn to do wrong

count blessings like I see naked stars

blossoming as innocents burns

incent incense: elated prayers

if the predator has taken your scent

and developed a known attraction

no hunger can be ever faded and that just is not complicated

bound to be untold fortunes buried under the pretense of talking to a friend

what about the here, the now and what then? 

the alarm bells are disconnected atop the frame crocked dimes

spare a chance oh guardian angel to those waiting to die

let them peek, a glimpse

to what horrors shan't this curse drive us

smile and count stars 

plain to see, I got the message

did not took it to heart

heed the calling accustom