Limehouse Laughter(Shadows on the Thames. circa 1820)

 The docks were deserted
One hour after midnight
All there was, was lamplight
Stirring drunkyard beneath cratewood

I pushed my cart over jarring cobblestone
Toward the ship's plank was I sensing a ghost?
No, just first mate snoring against the mast post
Rats scurried by as my wheel hit the slat

One rat turned it's eyes questioning
It's motion back toward the mischief slow and unafraid
What did it know of the wee hours that gossip forbade
From the shadows a man surfaced in a stovepipe hat

I could hear laughing from all around me
The man's face was obscured in the pitch 
Up my spine, goosebumps and a strange itch
As the lamp light slowly exposed

There a pale unshaven face, I froze
He jumped right over me landing on board
A menacing shape dressed as a lord
First mate jumped up startled

The man in the hat turned to me as he produced a Dirk
Horrific grin, visions of a clock face sharp and mean
Whites of his eyes looking into me a sinister sheen
The iris in green and blue somehow tarnished

First mate screamed, in a trice the man had vanished
I pushed the cart aboard and comforted first mate
Terrorfied he asked me what was that ghastly wraith
I could only answer - a soul troubled and doomed

Then a lantern came on in the wardroom
And a voice crept out the door just in range
-Tese ol' docks have seen much thangs strange

T'is not your mind blurred and eccentric
T'is the Limehouse specter playing tricks"


 “throwing his inexpressibles indignantly,” and “absorbed in those chaste connubial endearments” but altogether a sad sorry tale of  ghostly manic laughing.

The original Bedroom

 Back to the first drawers you used
To keep your clothes in
Packed tight everything well folded

The original bedroom floor
The carpet beige not yet stained
The thread of it soft but not strong

The first addiction
Bringing the teenager down from study
Distracting him from school work

Creating a mundane void
A place to escape
A state of numb

Other's faults and attempts at control
slip off like duck water
But so did opportunities

The ocean in the mind

 I looked out to the docks
Then looked into where things were transported to me
Inside me from off earth
From that far off ocean we call space

Visions started coming on
Each one a screen coming int from the horizon
Moving steadily toward me and then enveloping my sight
Different images of the sea itself appeared to me

Creamy light blue full of little living things
Coming on slowly and gracing my senses
Then a reddish angry color started to appear
Out of nowhere blurry came a charming green

A screen of yellow and blue now bearing down fast
Then a video game screen overwhelmed all sight
 a ninteen eighty atari like game screen the figures barely clear
The picture and the graphics were distorted

So I waited for the next screen
and each one came on in a different color or strange bad graphic videogame
It was as if the ocean in my mind was trying to communicate with me
It was indeed communicating, it was telling me my life story

Limehouse (I the stranger, they the strange)

 I got to the River shore of the town
Organized groups of performers
Dressed in black costumes
Imitating crows

They danced and sang near the wharves
Where the merchants had come off from
The piers and wooden platforms now seemed like stages
Street lamps the same shape and color as the actors
Redundant in the day well lit

Most of the actors were young
Putting their bodies into strange shapes
Calling the out of town tourists to watch
Was I one of these absent minded tourists?

Confused and bemused I looked out
As these little groups of people
Acted out scenarios from their town's distant past
It became expected and lost its mystery until

I spotted a man lying on a park bench
Out of his mind on the poppy juice
Smoking the strange sap without a care in the world
Watching this young man pretend to be a crow

Playing out his struggle to fame infront of this opium addled wretch
Expressing how he'd never made it despite his many skills
The situation unfolded as a drama in the young actor's head
The smack fiend saw the whole thing as a comedy

Life is about failure the smack fiend bellowed laughing
-You are too young to know it through
Tell me your life story in twenty years
Or join me in the golden haze of my oblivion!

I thought to yell out to the constable
But the land was rife with lawlessness
The people focused more on appearances and purchasing
Than building something solid for their future

Stranger on the Thames

 Made my way over the bridge
Thick with people and their carts
Trying to get in and out of the town
to sell their wares or food

Some bringing corn
bread, butter and honey
I tried to move around them
But the bridge was so narrow

I had to wait as they pushed by
Their eyes to the ground placing foot into step
Some looked curiously into my face
Their expression said they would like to know me better

I struggled to push past eventually
After being observed by half the town's peddlers
Off the bridge I went, now close to riverside
Down there were even more merchants

Coming off the ships with their goods
Grinning with morning optimism
Their eyes mesmerized by the sight of London
They thought it was the strangest thing

Resistance is futile said the youth

 The party took place half way between the eastern and western zones of town
On a slope slap bang on the backside of town
Afternoon got drunk and drooped, so the sun slowly makes it's way beyond
Illuminating the party slope under some pretty gnarly rooty ficus

Early evening bares it's teeth greedy hungry for both food and trouble
Chaos ensued beautifully as many late teens lost to the bottle unraveled
Smoking and shouting and fighting on that backside slope of town
There were not enough locals to disperse the rowdy lot

So the party's turmoil brewed a true sense of sporadic havoc
The locals that attempted to break it up got pushed down the slope
Again and again until these old ones just lay at the bottom exhausted
For the young this was as exciting as their lives would ever be

So the local bar and restaurant owners gave up
And just let them self destruct

O mundo perfeito

 O mundo esta perfeito
nada esta pronto
Tudo esta a espera
Teoricamente em andamento

O grande final está por vir
Alcançando sua própria conclusão
não chegou ainda, pois
estamos todos antecipando

Não esta totalmente claro
O que vai vir
O mundo esta tão bonito
Justamente por não ser perfeito

O mundo está lindo
Por que sempre há um problema para resolver
por sempre esta à espera de receber manutenção
O mundo está maravilhoso e completamente inacabado