sexta-feira, 10 de abril de 2026

The colors of you

 The yellow of you is a beach the color of food
Windblown sand rippling like waves
temporary and moving like your mood

The brown of you is the land fertile and rich
waiting to be tilled, waiting for roots
To be planted with something that bears fruit

The pink of you is river clay
Where water tries to breach but instead it sways
Thick with sustanance the color of giving


Beyond this essence

Is your sacred boundary

the perfect meeting space


They ride so

 They dont walk they ride

The air lifts them sensually

The sun licks them and lights smile

The leg bends now watch the release


They don't walk they ride

Limbs dragons breathing fire out of the trouser leg

Lifting them off the ground wow

Check out the wings and talons oh I'm smitten


They never actually land

It's like a good pound of pure fantasy has been snorted

the things just keep flying

almost bouncing but I got a case of that fierce enchantment


A nerve and a broken tooth

Pain taints reality
compounding searing nailing
it's exhausting and heavy
it's vibrating through the nerve

The sharpness of the agony
pinpointed into one spot
pulsating ugly reverberating and throbbing
Relief is just a fantasy

A dream my mind sells me as I wrythe
And it continues like a raw flame inside the gum of my mouth
I scream and there's no relief
Just the next wave of torment


quinta-feira, 9 de abril de 2026

Chewing on the track

 The feeling that my brain chews the rhythm of the song
The one I used to choose the one that made me long
It still plays in my mind as if yesterday was now
The song covers me like my head in a cloud

The words massage an emotion
Forming gum you chew, teeth in motion
The song gets stuck on your mind so it replays
You remember the chorus but the rest is on delay

Mind chewing over those beats and melodies
You tap out the cadence to feel it agree
Then remember that moment with your car stereo
headphones, disco, old LP playing eerily slow



A sensação de que meu cérebro mastiga o ritmo da canção
Aquela que eu costumava escolher, a que despertava algo
Ainda toca na minha mente como se ontem fosse agora
A canção me envolve como uma cabeça na névoa afora

As palavras massageiam uma emoção
Formando goma que se mastiga, dentes em ação
A música gruda na mente e então se repete
Você lembra o refrão, o resto se esquece

A mente mastiga batidas e melodias
Você marca o compasso, buscando harmonias
Então lembra daquele momento no som do carro
Fones, discoteca, um LP antigo, lento e bizarro



Waiting through the last hours of the night

 I waited up at the hotel that night
Actually I tried to get some shut eye
But they wouldn't shut
So I watched the hours pass

at one am I thought about cars
passing one another on a busy highway
At two I looked at the ceiling
symmetrical concrete beams

At three am I was all of a sudden aware
That I sought to distract myself from the lonliness
At four you arrived and i still hadn't slept
You were full of the energy of a busy nightclub

Your aura and your voice electrifying
I felt like a tired frustrated moribund
we barely slept the sun was already entering
hotel visitors could see into our room

The symmetrical concrete beams
And busy highways
clouding my mind
each time I attempted to close my eyes

quarta-feira, 8 de abril de 2026

Redirecting me

 She stopped me three meters from the train.
Saved my life as almost I ran straight.
By God I am alive and will go on living.
My story continues i go on giving.

Those hundreds of thousands of tonnes.
Would have ran through me, i'd be done.
Every meter shouting abrasive truths 
Where's your will to continue?

I screamed back at the grinding railway tracks
It's here, i am grateful, I want to show eternal thanks
It shouted loudly- don't you want to have your life?
Don't you want to live despite your petty gripes?

I said yes i do, yes I will, the longer I live the more I will appreciate!
And the woman on the crossing warned me of the oncoming train.
She saved my life, I'm still here, the rescue not invain.
Demons still on the periphery, God in the middle.


Wanting is a weakness

 Wanting is weakness
Desire keeps you in chains

Destruction and creation transform you

Wanting is feeble
Desire is loss

Destruction and creation rebirth you

Hunger is the state
creativity is the state

Dance inside this reality and feel alive