How would you like to bash me with the clouds.
Looks like god gave you that power. And proud...
Send me into your private dimension...
Where i get lost in my feelings for you.
Real life zero mention.
Taunt me being the most feminine creature in the southern hemisphere.
Toast my insides as my heart´s aflame.
Though zero care.
Not a nod or a shrug from you.
Not a blink. As you Pass me with that smirk walk right through...
Whether I have you or not the smell of me wont leave.
Golden as you are.
Warm as you keep these empty rooms.
The shrine is cracking there are holes.
Yet I still worship you.
domingo, 27 de maio de 2012
My stream
It´s all over the eye.
Got my flexy brainveins working overtime to chip this out on paper.
Oh it sucks me dry, the work we do, us poets.
The fury of both light and dark.
The curve of some new love pop song they want to call poetry.
We just give it three and move on.
But really what have you to offer the world?
Afraid it´s only volume;
My twisting epiphany doesn´t interest you?
My river.
My stream.
Throw junk at it if you dare.
But don´t let it run dry.
Got my flexy brainveins working overtime to chip this out on paper.
Oh it sucks me dry, the work we do, us poets.
The fury of both light and dark.
The curve of some new love pop song they want to call poetry.
We just give it three and move on.
But really what have you to offer the world?
Afraid it´s only volume;
My twisting epiphany doesn´t interest you?
My river.
My stream.
Throw junk at it if you dare.
But don´t let it run dry.
Old woman and the stew.
She stood over the great cauldron,
mixing up a super stew.
The ingredients would perhaps put my discontent to rest, soothe.
She stirred it all up, welcoming me willingly.
As she asked me what was the recipe;
To my surprise I already knew.
She just smiled an unshy species of de ja vu.
As the bubbles of the boil grew.
mixing up a super stew.
The ingredients would perhaps put my discontent to rest, soothe.
She stirred it all up, welcoming me willingly.
As she asked me what was the recipe;
To my surprise I already knew.
She just smiled an unshy species of de ja vu.
As the bubbles of the boil grew.
Memory kitchen
There they sat smoking.
Wanting to talk over old times.
Not having the courage.
Ashtrays filled as the restaurant next door did.
Tabacco smoke and stew aromas.
My best friends arrived preoccupied.
They went out the door as if a trap had been set.
I made a quick awkward comparison about one of the guys...
How he´d changed.
At first that warm bobbing laughter woke the dull room.
That soon died and quiet discomfort took over,
as I attempted to explain myself.
I tried to bum a cigarrete and get out to see my best friends.
The one I went for had been half smoked and lacked a filter,
much like my adult life.
I got out the door to see a broad field sloping down to willows.
I started walking towards what I thought was their laughter.
Suddenly another friend banged into me purposely,
With his two blonde princesses, he urgently looked for signs of envy,
trying not to brag between his grin and chin.
They were charming but not my idea of splendour.
Their dark blue eyes with about 2% indigenous blood
really excited him.
I guess my mind cooked this dream from a batch
of the memory kitchen´s finest moments.
Wanting to talk over old times.
Not having the courage.
Ashtrays filled as the restaurant next door did.
Tabacco smoke and stew aromas.
My best friends arrived preoccupied.
They went out the door as if a trap had been set.
I made a quick awkward comparison about one of the guys...
How he´d changed.
At first that warm bobbing laughter woke the dull room.
That soon died and quiet discomfort took over,
as I attempted to explain myself.
I tried to bum a cigarrete and get out to see my best friends.
The one I went for had been half smoked and lacked a filter,
much like my adult life.
I got out the door to see a broad field sloping down to willows.
I started walking towards what I thought was their laughter.
Suddenly another friend banged into me purposely,
With his two blonde princesses, he urgently looked for signs of envy,
trying not to brag between his grin and chin.
They were charming but not my idea of splendour.
Their dark blue eyes with about 2% indigenous blood
really excited him.
I guess my mind cooked this dream from a batch
of the memory kitchen´s finest moments.
It´s not bliss
The further I get into ignorance the more I kiss the wall.
The deeper I enter the harder it is to breath.
I am swallowed up from the ground.
Enveloped by half truths.
Pinnochio guards stop me from exiting.
The dark side lays on the otherside of this asylum.
The water dries before it enters your mouth.
Crumbs spilt on the floor by our blind master...
Are hard to ingest.
The deeper I enter the harder it is to breath.
I am swallowed up from the ground.
Enveloped by half truths.
Pinnochio guards stop me from exiting.
The dark side lays on the otherside of this asylum.
The water dries before it enters your mouth.
Crumbs spilt on the floor by our blind master...
Are hard to ingest.
Lazy arguement
Who cares of the truth it´s just to get it out.
To express that fury.
Ease yourself of that tense feeling.
Get back into life like you had a point.
You are stubborn ropes.
Tying everyone up with your coarse threads.
Your broken record.
To express that fury.
Ease yourself of that tense feeling.
Get back into life like you had a point.
You are stubborn ropes.
Tying everyone up with your coarse threads.
Your broken record.
She enters the dream.
She enters my dreams face first.
Get´s shaken and she quenches my thirst.
She tries to find an exit,
all the doors are locked.
She attempts to run but she´s trapped by the socks.
Soon she´s liberated to leave my dream.
Like struggling out of a straight jacket.
The way she struggles out of me.
Get´s shaken and she quenches my thirst.
She tries to find an exit,
all the doors are locked.
She attempts to run but she´s trapped by the socks.
Soon she´s liberated to leave my dream.
Like struggling out of a straight jacket.
The way she struggles out of me.
The vital.
The vital energy.
Coming in and out like the tide.
Like air inside our lungs.
Drawing in brimming with electricity.
Hot like noon when summer and cloudless.
Vibrant as a nude ballet dancer shameless.
Brushing as canopies in the wind.
Carrying it in me,
penetrating the world with it.
Giving my eyes their illumination.
Swimming in our hearts like wreckless tadpoles.
Sending our personalities bounding out across tables,
to touch frowns or smiles.
Vibrations knocked out of our shaken slumber.
The will of organs.
The GO...
In our bloodflow!
Coming in and out like the tide.
Like air inside our lungs.
Drawing in brimming with electricity.
Hot like noon when summer and cloudless.
Vibrant as a nude ballet dancer shameless.
Brushing as canopies in the wind.
Carrying it in me,
penetrating the world with it.
Giving my eyes their illumination.
Swimming in our hearts like wreckless tadpoles.
Sending our personalities bounding out across tables,
to touch frowns or smiles.
Vibrations knocked out of our shaken slumber.
The will of organs.
The GO...
In our bloodflow!
God dillema
When I get lucky god speaks to me.
Though every sometimes he brings satan with him.
He tells me to have patience and faith, be forgiving.
And above all get busy loving.
But the devil is still there whispering, contradicting him.
Speaking of lust and power and to crave there.
Sending clean visions that arouse me
and affect my behaviour.
Possessed by evil and good.
Serving both like a schizophrenic.
Controlled totally by the mix.
How I reach for god and fall short of his glory.
Attempting to ignore satan, his appeal and stories.
Something angry in me forms.
A need for my own world.
A need for peace away from pastors and priests
righteous speeches.
Away from occult idiots and the devil worshippers screech.
A world without time, a world without the Devil.
A world with a nice climate.
Where flora and fauna grow on an abundant level.
A world to just be.
Oh lord, here we go again forgive me.
Though every sometimes he brings satan with him.
He tells me to have patience and faith, be forgiving.
And above all get busy loving.
But the devil is still there whispering, contradicting him.
Speaking of lust and power and to crave there.
Sending clean visions that arouse me
and affect my behaviour.
Possessed by evil and good.
Serving both like a schizophrenic.
Controlled totally by the mix.
How I reach for god and fall short of his glory.
Attempting to ignore satan, his appeal and stories.
Something angry in me forms.
A need for my own world.
A need for peace away from pastors and priests
righteous speeches.
Away from occult idiots and the devil worshippers screech.
A world without time, a world without the Devil.
A world with a nice climate.
Where flora and fauna grow on an abundant level.
A world to just be.
Oh lord, here we go again forgive me.
Teacher...
We´ve lost a part of you, the part we came for.
Why?
You´ve abandoned us early sent us on errands,
on wild goose chases.
We will remember the part of you,
that used to light up describing ideas we´ve never thought of.
Ideas we´ve never thought of, places we´ve never been,
theories never tested.
Teacher you´ve led us into the forest,
just to rid yourself of our monotonous queries.
You´ve exited the woods and left us disoriented,
wolf feed.
Teacher is this a test of wits to have us sitting ducks in danger?
For tooth and claw to devour?
Randomly dragged down into the darkness?
Stinging screaming our last words as obsolete as your advice.
Why?
You´ve abandoned us early sent us on errands,
on wild goose chases.
We will remember the part of you,
that used to light up describing ideas we´ve never thought of.
Ideas we´ve never thought of, places we´ve never been,
theories never tested.
Teacher you´ve led us into the forest,
just to rid yourself of our monotonous queries.
You´ve exited the woods and left us disoriented,
wolf feed.
Teacher is this a test of wits to have us sitting ducks in danger?
For tooth and claw to devour?
Randomly dragged down into the darkness?
Stinging screaming our last words as obsolete as your advice.
A knot in your plans.
Tomorrow´s on fire, you can´t get there in time to put it out.
You´d spent agonizing hours preparing for this day yet...
Confusion and providence got drunk together.
Never even bothered to call.
The weekend´s blocked by a boulder and the work has mounted up.
You´ll just have to climb it like the proverbial rockface
and absail down the other side.
Because noone gives a monkeys...
You´d spent agonizing hours preparing for this day yet...
Confusion and providence got drunk together.
Never even bothered to call.
The weekend´s blocked by a boulder and the work has mounted up.
You´ll just have to climb it like the proverbial rockface
and absail down the other side.
Because noone gives a monkeys...
Rage and scapegoat.
Stinging up feel.
Overcharged cables.
Anger ruptured the senses.
The heart incinerates.
Fists clench as rocks and compassion bleeds out,
leaving you empty.
Thirsty for a fight,
throats hoarse from shouting.
Names were named.
Hints were dropped.
Looks were exchanged.
Floors were mopped... with an unfortunate scapegoat.
Overcharged cables.
Anger ruptured the senses.
The heart incinerates.
Fists clench as rocks and compassion bleeds out,
leaving you empty.
Thirsty for a fight,
throats hoarse from shouting.
Names were named.
Hints were dropped.
Looks were exchanged.
Floors were mopped... with an unfortunate scapegoat.
Body machine, ghost wheel.
Driving entities from our side ethereal.
Our bodies as vehicles, made of natural material.
They work like any other type of machine.
Structure-bones, cable-veins and eyes for windscreens.
Yet our spirit has nothing similiar.
Where our physical reality is divided between heart and mind.
Our souls are one, and often hard to find.
Our bodies as vehicles, made of natural material.
They work like any other type of machine.
Structure-bones, cable-veins and eyes for windscreens.
Yet our spirit has nothing similiar.
Where our physical reality is divided between heart and mind.
Our souls are one, and often hard to find.
Flasher in the darkness.
On glory hill one night there was a flasher which had the local town miffed.
The halfmoon gulped as the strange light danced on the edge of the cliff.
Coyotes disappeared, the crickets music stopped-
as the flasher made it´s way around the hill top.
Bobbing above the woods, whizzing through the ravines-
A most curious sight the villagers had ever seen.
The night stood still to observe this mystical shape change it´s light
and colour heading off in different directions.
So bright was it, that miles away a country boy caught it´s reflection.
The farmer´s son full of bravado took his dad´s rifle out
and followed the dazzle.
All night he walked when suddenly the thing sprang up at him from the rifle´s muzzle,
ever since his eyes don´t blink and his face is a constant puzzle.
The halfmoon gulped as the strange light danced on the edge of the cliff.
Coyotes disappeared, the crickets music stopped-
as the flasher made it´s way around the hill top.
Bobbing above the woods, whizzing through the ravines-
A most curious sight the villagers had ever seen.
The night stood still to observe this mystical shape change it´s light
and colour heading off in different directions.
So bright was it, that miles away a country boy caught it´s reflection.
The farmer´s son full of bravado took his dad´s rifle out
and followed the dazzle.
All night he walked when suddenly the thing sprang up at him from the rifle´s muzzle,
ever since his eyes don´t blink and his face is a constant puzzle.
Corner of your eye.
Don´t look me in the eye.
I can see you peripherally.
Know you´re looking to see if i´m watching naturally.
The way you cross your legs and bounce your thighs.
I hear secret sighs and parts of me cry.
Way to steal my concentration.
You´ve dried up my precious patience.
Left me to tremble at the thought.
In your fiddling and diddle teasing...
I feel I´ve been caught.
I can see you peripherally.
Know you´re looking to see if i´m watching naturally.
The way you cross your legs and bounce your thighs.
I hear secret sighs and parts of me cry.
Way to steal my concentration.
You´ve dried up my precious patience.
Left me to tremble at the thought.
In your fiddling and diddle teasing...
I feel I´ve been caught.
First ring of hell
Here nausea eats you.
Irritation causes you to itch.
Cest pools full of thumb sized mosquitos.
And the selfish cover themselves in hairy rugs,
not knowing the fleas that abed are ten times more vigorous.
Black smoke pours through carrying blood hungry insects.
You can see the dying, hear their moans as they lay by the cestpools.
Sometimes half submerged and devoured by sharp toothed leeches.
Cruel frogs fat and well fed sit greedily observing their prey fatten on our condemned bodies(souls).
Their croaking reminds us of the horrible inevitable nature of our fate.
As we itch the skin off and tire ourselves running and blocking and hitting the hoards of little insects that will devour us through the cruel mirrors of eternity.
Irritation causes you to itch.
Cest pools full of thumb sized mosquitos.
And the selfish cover themselves in hairy rugs,
not knowing the fleas that abed are ten times more vigorous.
Black smoke pours through carrying blood hungry insects.
You can see the dying, hear their moans as they lay by the cestpools.
Sometimes half submerged and devoured by sharp toothed leeches.
Cruel frogs fat and well fed sit greedily observing their prey fatten on our condemned bodies(souls).
Their croaking reminds us of the horrible inevitable nature of our fate.
As we itch the skin off and tire ourselves running and blocking and hitting the hoards of little insects that will devour us through the cruel mirrors of eternity.
quarta-feira, 23 de maio de 2012
Just now honey.
You just think now is important, your party life.
Never going to be another now, right?
Oh no you´ll lose your chance at the moment honey.
Reduced to a mannequin, nay a crash test dummy.(Left in storage with the rest of the crap)
You just think everything should be given now like a fable.
Every flavour available, every sensation possible.
Until you´ve nothing left.
Dull days of hangovers and withdrawals just bereft.
Finger down your throat, denial well fitting.
A nuke across your brains once thriving dopamine city.
Zombie sundays hungry and weak.
Slow reactions to midweek.
Hands will tremble when the minds so noisy.
Then back to sweet ambrosia slash torturous poison.
Each time the recovery eats more out of you, a growing crater.
So worried about now but the impact comes later.
Never going to be another now, right?
Oh no you´ll lose your chance at the moment honey.
Reduced to a mannequin, nay a crash test dummy.(Left in storage with the rest of the crap)
You just think everything should be given now like a fable.
Every flavour available, every sensation possible.
Until you´ve nothing left.
Dull days of hangovers and withdrawals just bereft.
Finger down your throat, denial well fitting.
A nuke across your brains once thriving dopamine city.
Zombie sundays hungry and weak.
Slow reactions to midweek.
Hands will tremble when the minds so noisy.
Then back to sweet ambrosia slash torturous poison.
Each time the recovery eats more out of you, a growing crater.
So worried about now but the impact comes later.
If her words came out.
Her body greets me,
curves and speaks to me.
Moves and positions itself comfortably.
Her eyes look away.
Her mouth bars words from coming out.
However were they to be liberated they would say...
"Get lost pervert!"
curves and speaks to me.
Moves and positions itself comfortably.
Her eyes look away.
Her mouth bars words from coming out.
However were they to be liberated they would say...
"Get lost pervert!"
2100 AD
Gargantuan tanks and container ships rolling over an alien desert toward the expedition craft.
Sensors on the base of the vehicles disable the mines preped to blow.
Soldiers tread carefully on the wasteland soil as they escort the convoy.
This hot arid planet offers ore.
However the price has been decades of colonial war.
The enemy is never seen. His sword is sabotage.
As the convoy approaches the general has a premonition.
One mine will explode and take half the ship with it.
He seperates the vehicles and get´s the men to safety.
He relocates the ship for a safer entry.
As the containers empty into the boughs of the main ship.
Every man aboard braces himself.
Not a stir, the windless desert outside and the slight creak of machinery.
Now the earth will have enough raw material for another ten years.
Sensors on the base of the vehicles disable the mines preped to blow.
Soldiers tread carefully on the wasteland soil as they escort the convoy.
This hot arid planet offers ore.
However the price has been decades of colonial war.
The enemy is never seen. His sword is sabotage.
As the convoy approaches the general has a premonition.
One mine will explode and take half the ship with it.
He seperates the vehicles and get´s the men to safety.
He relocates the ship for a safer entry.
As the containers empty into the boughs of the main ship.
Every man aboard braces himself.
Not a stir, the windless desert outside and the slight creak of machinery.
Now the earth will have enough raw material for another ten years.
Parliament´s rot.
The mud joins itself to the innerworkings.
Boards of dishonest men.
Their fellowship of profit, the trouble it brings.
The rackets they defend.
Their hidden agendas ever rotten.
Never decomposing properly- sodden.
A colony of million-dollar maggots who inhabit a cheese spread.
That infects the world with every disease poverty bred.
Boards of dishonest men.
Their fellowship of profit, the trouble it brings.
The rackets they defend.
Their hidden agendas ever rotten.
Never decomposing properly- sodden.
A colony of million-dollar maggots who inhabit a cheese spread.
That infects the world with every disease poverty bred.
Soul assassin
Where we chase the famous.
A shadow lurks away from the light.
How we attempt flying aimless.
In arrow filled skies.
Darkness covers them.
They arrive after death.
To clean you, the mess.
Mangling people´s spirits
ghostly host-crushing ferrets.
Much worse than a hooded reaper grim.
Screams curdling in the poor light, hopelessly dim.
A shadow lurks away from the light.
How we attempt flying aimless.
In arrow filled skies.
Darkness covers them.
They arrive after death.
To clean you, the mess.
Mangling people´s spirits
ghostly host-crushing ferrets.
Much worse than a hooded reaper grim.
Screams curdling in the poor light, hopelessly dim.
God rain or shine
Fixed, for he is the fastest.
This supreme spirit.
Always infront.
As the day shines.
Every part his and a gift.
Now you approach him.
He stays in one place while you run...
He passes you.
Controling the wind and the rain.
Excellence.
This supreme spirit.
Always infront.
As the day shines.
Every part his and a gift.
Now you approach him.
He stays in one place while you run...
He passes you.
Controling the wind and the rain.
Excellence.
Tie this myth of victory
I hit him again and again and he bled.
Took his house, his servants and riches.
I was on the high hill.
Celebrating myself like a croc in the sun.
I acquired his life by beating him to death.
I gave toys to the poor kids and told myself I was good.
I gave jewels to the women of this jandour city, they loved me.
Yet no matter how much i threw out the burnt ticket,
it would reappear in my pocket.
Indicating of all places my destination after this short thrill.
Took his house, his servants and riches.
I was on the high hill.
Celebrating myself like a croc in the sun.
I acquired his life by beating him to death.
I gave toys to the poor kids and told myself I was good.
I gave jewels to the women of this jandour city, they loved me.
Yet no matter how much i threw out the burnt ticket,
it would reappear in my pocket.
Indicating of all places my destination after this short thrill.
Destiny-decline.
Magic numbers. Avoiding us!
Closed fate.
We will have None of what they feel there in the field or the dance floor.
Dusky musky inside forever.
Competitive and groups of fans and friends weaving illusions of grandeur.
Gloom existance.
Show us the King everything is prepared for him.
We make up the walls starving to death.
They are heroes with the best women.
We are worms craving a worthy existance alas...
Flat on our backs we die out like a lazy species while they reign...
Flourishing in our decline.
Closed fate.
We will have None of what they feel there in the field or the dance floor.
Dusky musky inside forever.
Competitive and groups of fans and friends weaving illusions of grandeur.
Gloom existance.
Show us the King everything is prepared for him.
We make up the walls starving to death.
They are heroes with the best women.
We are worms craving a worthy existance alas...
Flat on our backs we die out like a lazy species while they reign...
Flourishing in our decline.
Reception
Scratching screaming squealing toddlers.
Worried looks on fathers.
Middle-aged mothers reading between the folds...
Of decade old magazines.
Quiet concern rouses as numbers are called out.
The doctors voice so weary, so unlike the toddlers shout.
Forms and cards are shuffled in this white walled waiting chamber.
Frantic nurses surround.
As coughs and moans and whines resound.
Worried looks on fathers.
Middle-aged mothers reading between the folds...
Of decade old magazines.
Quiet concern rouses as numbers are called out.
The doctors voice so weary, so unlike the toddlers shout.
Forms and cards are shuffled in this white walled waiting chamber.
Frantic nurses surround.
As coughs and moans and whines resound.
segunda-feira, 21 de maio de 2012
Huddle
Brush and snatch.
Paint the craddle.
Flush and watch,
the last of it bubble.
Brash and twitching,
we all huddle.
Switch then flash...
The light has us befuddled.
Stitches after crashing...
To avoid the people soup puddle.
Paint the craddle.
Flush and watch,
the last of it bubble.
Brash and twitching,
we all huddle.
Switch then flash...
The light has us befuddled.
Stitches after crashing...
To avoid the people soup puddle.
Undefined.
The colours as you looked up at me.
What a compliment to my day.
Although I won´t take you along and free.
Such a simple symbol shown so delicately,
never knowing how much it means or what to say.
How you shine, you, oh you undefined.
What a compliment to my day.
Although I won´t take you along and free.
Such a simple symbol shown so delicately,
never knowing how much it means or what to say.
How you shine, you, oh you undefined.
Sweet goodbye
Death was a honeymoon.
An old wooden hotel with patterned awnings.
Death was time travel back to the sixties, the dawn.
Mandatory passenger summoned from the boulevard.
The sunlit drive.
Pools full of screaming kids,
all live entertainment for your palmtree farewell.
Now wave like an upperclass glove wearer.
An old wooden hotel with patterned awnings.
Death was time travel back to the sixties, the dawn.
Mandatory passenger summoned from the boulevard.
The sunlit drive.
Pools full of screaming kids,
all live entertainment for your palmtree farewell.
Now wave like an upperclass glove wearer.
Greenhouse spice.
The plastic walls i´ve put together.
Transparent protection from bad weather.
My chilis will grow all year long.
With flavours that´ll make dinner bells ring.
Fat and green and anticancer.
My indoor patch of tastebud dancers.
Upon their skin the shiny sheen.
Middle in, they´re picante and mean.
Transparent protection from bad weather.
My chilis will grow all year long.
With flavours that´ll make dinner bells ring.
Fat and green and anticancer.
My indoor patch of tastebud dancers.
Upon their skin the shiny sheen.
Middle in, they´re picante and mean.
New forms of rhyme.
Going to show you a new form of rhyme.
Blowing like the wind in the storm ride.
Growing on you, burned into my birth right.(born into)
Stowing away, then declaring itself forthright.(these rhymes through)
Towing several carriages of my words might.(what they might do)
Showing the impossible descriptions, like watching two fauns fight.
Flow, wings unseen hold my writing while dawn eats night.
Glow, everything I mean! harvested and eaten...
Like when the corn is right.
Blowing like the wind in the storm ride.
Growing on you, burned into my birth right.(born into)
Stowing away, then declaring itself forthright.(these rhymes through)
Towing several carriages of my words might.(what they might do)
Showing the impossible descriptions, like watching two fauns fight.
Flow, wings unseen hold my writing while dawn eats night.
Glow, everything I mean! harvested and eaten...
Like when the corn is right.
Autumn kills it(southern hemisphere)
New years hope dies off here after a few months,
sobbing lingers.
Blue cares slope,
sigh and stare,
craft a true tonne of zombie figures.
To take rope,
try off there,
dafter were you once,
you longing ringer.
SLOPE:Verb to collect.
ZOMBIE FIGURES:Reasons to hurt yourself.
RINGER:Suicidal person.
sobbing lingers.
Blue cares slope,
sigh and stare,
craft a true tonne of zombie figures.
To take rope,
try off there,
dafter were you once,
you longing ringer.
SLOPE:Verb to collect.
ZOMBIE FIGURES:Reasons to hurt yourself.
RINGER:Suicidal person.
The enemy´s bread.
Life has cut us into groups.
Where mercy and priviledge are shared out randomly, unequally.
The satisfaction of the mercy the giver and reciever will measure.
The satisfaction of priviledge bears a dark transcendance from equality.
The merciful seperated from the priviledged.
A land where noone holds hands.
No peace and nature is split like the axe through the kindling.
The priviledged cannot conquer slow magic alone.
The merciful cannot conquer as they fight for the justice...
of the poor.
Unfairness reigns as both sides are punished by the laws of nature.
All the while fighting like cat´s and dogs.(Between ourselves)
Where mercy and priviledge are shared out randomly, unequally.
The satisfaction of the mercy the giver and reciever will measure.
The satisfaction of priviledge bears a dark transcendance from equality.
The merciful seperated from the priviledged.
A land where noone holds hands.
No peace and nature is split like the axe through the kindling.
The priviledged cannot conquer slow magic alone.
The merciful cannot conquer as they fight for the justice...
of the poor.
Unfairness reigns as both sides are punished by the laws of nature.
All the while fighting like cat´s and dogs.(Between ourselves)
Your desperation.
Catch a heart fire from the horizon of needy.
The horizon of wanting.
Streets empty out of order.
Powercuts crime and corruption.
How your infrastructure runs so well.
Mix the goals and lick capitalism.
Row your luxury ship shamelessly.
Something more beyond the everyday advance toward armagaeddon.
Something more, but you don´t know what that is.
The horizon of wanting.
Streets empty out of order.
Powercuts crime and corruption.
How your infrastructure runs so well.
Mix the goals and lick capitalism.
Row your luxury ship shamelessly.
Something more beyond the everyday advance toward armagaeddon.
Something more, but you don´t know what that is.
Your lot. (inspired)
Your lot guaranteed- why a quota of cows milk!
Belonging to the very rations of your survival.
A gram of mixed grain.
Your acceptance, the godly tickle(almost a holy poke).
Your meagre amount.
Your arranged quota.(The smile never abandoned)
Nothing more than that...
Ever.
Belonging to the very rations of your survival.
A gram of mixed grain.
Your acceptance, the godly tickle(almost a holy poke).
Your meagre amount.
Your arranged quota.(The smile never abandoned)
Nothing more than that...
Ever.
The mood is tense
The shoutings over,
However the fallout´s in the air.
Poisoning us all.
The indignations done, but...
I feel a concentration of bad flavour on my tongue.
The house is silent, when one minute ago...
T´was booming.
With my outraged voice, oh, should I have kept it in?
However the fallout´s in the air.
Poisoning us all.
The indignations done, but...
I feel a concentration of bad flavour on my tongue.
The house is silent, when one minute ago...
T´was booming.
With my outraged voice, oh, should I have kept it in?
Earth and fire(frog poison)
There´s earth and fire in your mind- organic energy.
Emanating off the tropical frog´s back.
The frog of the last analysis.
water and air you feel as they brush your brow.
Touched by living energy.
Your mind compared to fire- heat and light.
Ambition as earth...
Power, wealth, fame and beauty.
Your mind is preoccupied with loss and gain.
Emanating off the tropical frog´s back.
The frog of the last analysis.
water and air you feel as they brush your brow.
Touched by living energy.
Your mind compared to fire- heat and light.
Ambition as earth...
Power, wealth, fame and beauty.
Your mind is preoccupied with loss and gain.
Supersoul
Completely impersonal.
It´s chair in eternity.
It´s place in realizing.
This super soul...
Balanced by exterior force.
A sandwich between birth and death.
Condemned to never know...
It´s true integrity.
Foot steps through error-filled lives.
Temporarily twisted on to the hearts and minds of humans.
It´s chair in eternity.
It´s place in realizing.
This super soul...
Balanced by exterior force.
A sandwich between birth and death.
Condemned to never know...
It´s true integrity.
Foot steps through error-filled lives.
Temporarily twisted on to the hearts and minds of humans.
Show me god.
(Mysticism and the hidden power of kandangath)
Sons and disciples.
Join and be witness.
Be an experiment. See if the frontal lobes take it.
These tamal tigers in the south roar.
This mothers toil will keep their children´s curiosity in check, intact.
New clothes for the worn.
We see the sun daily.
Painted on granite.(I´m looking plainly at you right now)
The brave grandfather, the first ever born, first to thirst knowledge.
It is bigger than our eyes.
Bigger than our planet.
Guided by t.v channels.
Your ears coveted by radio stations.
We hunger impossibly over notions of the spirit world.
A snake a shake or nod.
Yet only that dirty street man knows the personality of god.
Sons and disciples.
Join and be witness.
Be an experiment. See if the frontal lobes take it.
These tamal tigers in the south roar.
This mothers toil will keep their children´s curiosity in check, intact.
New clothes for the worn.
We see the sun daily.
Painted on granite.(I´m looking plainly at you right now)
The brave grandfather, the first ever born, first to thirst knowledge.
It is bigger than our eyes.
Bigger than our planet.
Guided by t.v channels.
Your ears coveted by radio stations.
We hunger impossibly over notions of the spirit world.
A snake a shake or nod.
Yet only that dirty street man knows the personality of god.
Complete(Kandangath style)
Perfectly complete.
Phenomenal world.#
Produce.
produce.
Complete life.%
Complete our balance.
The equilibrium, the same.
It is remaining.
Phenomenal world.#
Produce.
produce.
Complete life.%
Complete our balance.
The equilibrium, the same.
It is remaining.
sexta-feira, 18 de maio de 2012
Take it down.(The antidepressant)
Taking it down, like a pill-
You´ve given up swiftly-- baby.
Taken it down, don´t know if you will-
Die in your own drool baby.
Burn your own house down.
Hold your story about a rough childhood-
Wear the victims crown.
Round and round with darkly dressed frowns.
Your only addiction is to being down.
Hard done by, let me fetch my violin.
I find your Pain and the spin...
Worthy of the bin.
Born rich how do you remain so spoilt?
Dressed in your stars and stripes.
Your nightmares your wrists aproaching knives.
Self destructive lil´teenagers, midlife disasters and housewives.
Burn through it all, then use the coal to stain the rest of your lives.
You presume to know of the soul. Ha.
You´ve given up swiftly-- baby.
Taken it down, don´t know if you will-
Die in your own drool baby.
Burn your own house down.
Hold your story about a rough childhood-
Wear the victims crown.
Round and round with darkly dressed frowns.
Your only addiction is to being down.
Hard done by, let me fetch my violin.
I find your Pain and the spin...
Worthy of the bin.
Born rich how do you remain so spoilt?
Dressed in your stars and stripes.
Your nightmares your wrists aproaching knives.
Self destructive lil´teenagers, midlife disasters and housewives.
Burn through it all, then use the coal to stain the rest of your lives.
You presume to know of the soul. Ha.
Slops
Slops these words...
Drop from the back of pig.
It´s rotten jelly on the coast of my anger.
It´s all the tree fellers, and the posers with swagger.
The same enemy.
Subtle boycotts, thanks for nothing.
A smooth censorship, for swearing and cussing.
The illusion of freedom served up to us pigs.
In the form of slops and leftovers.
Drop from the back of pig.
It´s rotten jelly on the coast of my anger.
It´s all the tree fellers, and the posers with swagger.
The same enemy.
Subtle boycotts, thanks for nothing.
A smooth censorship, for swearing and cussing.
The illusion of freedom served up to us pigs.
In the form of slops and leftovers.
Verse farmer
Save for my elephant, Everything´s ready for the trash.
If it wasn´t for my moa egg...
Breakfast- the lustful bacon, wanted toast, needing hash.
Without my rebel true spell.
My rhymes would be quite soggy.
As luck would have it, that kind of magic shows the way when it´s foggy.
Had I not my lochness lust eye.
The waves would lose freshness in my mind.
The depth of my verse would be cursed left behind!
The symbolic nature in the way I paint an event.
I need no lucky charm- For I am the seventh.
A crazy word and wild verse farmer.
If it wasn´t for my moa egg...
Breakfast- the lustful bacon, wanted toast, needing hash.
Without my rebel true spell.
My rhymes would be quite soggy.
As luck would have it, that kind of magic shows the way when it´s foggy.
Had I not my lochness lust eye.
The waves would lose freshness in my mind.
The depth of my verse would be cursed left behind!
The symbolic nature in the way I paint an event.
I need no lucky charm- For I am the seventh.
A crazy word and wild verse farmer.
Hopeful.
Your hopeful face.
John born you were.
Bravery was taught like the food you taste.
Windy hilltop city street.
Yet you grin a flavour grace.
Weighed down with your pack and sorries.
For frowns you have no space.
Held back by a jack with a crown,
you´ve put your faith in an ace.
Courage in your limbs.
God assured it.
On your dream dollar signs spin...
Can you afford it?
John born you were.
Bravery was taught like the food you taste.
Windy hilltop city street.
Yet you grin a flavour grace.
Weighed down with your pack and sorries.
For frowns you have no space.
Held back by a jack with a crown,
you´ve put your faith in an ace.
Courage in your limbs.
God assured it.
On your dream dollar signs spin...
Can you afford it?
Can´t be real.
So much passion in your voice.
Wow- speak.
So much rhythm in your legs.
Wow- jig.
Mucho corazon!
I mean...
Muito coração.
I mean...
Viel hertz.
Pouring out of it, is gentle words.
Carefully spoken to please large herds.
So much emotion when you feel...
You can´t be for real.
Wow- speak.
So much rhythm in your legs.
Wow- jig.
Mucho corazon!
I mean...
Muito coração.
I mean...
Viel hertz.
Pouring out of it, is gentle words.
Carefully spoken to please large herds.
So much emotion when you feel...
You can´t be for real.
quinta-feira, 17 de maio de 2012
The youth they kept.
Older and well travelled.
Looking back to youth.
The image begins with an island.
And the image of a friend.
Lost now for years.
I left my peers.
Their company...
Their understanding of hell.
How they realized condemnation...
Accepted the evil our shared frustration.
Empty bottles and dime bags giving minds a vacation.
Alive adding irony, celebrating their lives!
Don´t know how each one of them even survived.
Looking back to youth.
The image begins with an island.
And the image of a friend.
Lost now for years.
I left my peers.
Their company...
Their understanding of hell.
How they realized condemnation...
Accepted the evil our shared frustration.
Empty bottles and dime bags giving minds a vacation.
Alive adding irony, celebrating their lives!
Don´t know how each one of them even survived.
What have they done with the sun.
The days and weeks of miserable drizzle,
Have come to steal the sunlight´s sizzle.
We´re left with mist and clouds that rob the warmth!
Anticipating with shivers,
as the next cold front forms.
Oh no! What have the spirit´s of the sky done?
They´ve gone indeed and misplaced the sun.
Have come to steal the sunlight´s sizzle.
We´re left with mist and clouds that rob the warmth!
Anticipating with shivers,
as the next cold front forms.
Oh no! What have the spirit´s of the sky done?
They´ve gone indeed and misplaced the sun.
Lost him on a train?
Lost him on a train.
My advice turned insulting as we got off.
His steps were hard and fast his voice was rather soft.
He wouldn´t hear my last words as he went ahead.
I looked twice and he had disappeared.
So on the corner of the train station crammed with sunny shops...
Is where I lost him, couldn´t find him, my jolly jaw dropped.
As I entered the shops near the train.
Acompanied by an old man who transcended pain.
All seemed tranquil but my young son was lost.
On a train to nowhere, god knows the cost.
As the old man transformed into a chap I once knew.
He stood in line at the food stand, calmly buying chips and a stew.
He turned to me smiling "Is your young one lost?"
"Yes he is can we go as time is boss."
So he slowly followed me into the valley...
Where grass and mounds and joy all rallied.
I looked at him now, an indian child as easy as summer,
when she´s good natured and mild.
I panicked again, "Let´s get on the train!!!"
His smile just widened from the ground where he lay.
He never left me.
My advice turned insulting as we got off.
His steps were hard and fast his voice was rather soft.
He wouldn´t hear my last words as he went ahead.
I looked twice and he had disappeared.
So on the corner of the train station crammed with sunny shops...
Is where I lost him, couldn´t find him, my jolly jaw dropped.
As I entered the shops near the train.
Acompanied by an old man who transcended pain.
All seemed tranquil but my young son was lost.
On a train to nowhere, god knows the cost.
As the old man transformed into a chap I once knew.
He stood in line at the food stand, calmly buying chips and a stew.
He turned to me smiling "Is your young one lost?"
"Yes he is can we go as time is boss."
So he slowly followed me into the valley...
Where grass and mounds and joy all rallied.
I looked at him now, an indian child as easy as summer,
when she´s good natured and mild.
I panicked again, "Let´s get on the train!!!"
His smile just widened from the ground where he lay.
He never left me.
Hunger to write(seventh poet)
Apetite for metaphors.
Similiar things, I assimilate to similies.
As comparable to a comparison.
Mornings, afternoons and evenings of every description.
Every season, their personalities in glorious depictions.
Every place! Slanted with icicles and freezing, or planted with palm trees-
receiving a warm breeze.
Mine is the world and how it shapes the seven seas.
Similiar things, I assimilate to similies.
As comparable to a comparison.
Mornings, afternoons and evenings of every description.
Every season, their personalities in glorious depictions.
Every place! Slanted with icicles and freezing, or planted with palm trees-
receiving a warm breeze.
Mine is the world and how it shapes the seven seas.
Routine for a wage.
The job you´re at has become your own.
Familiar like your very home.
The money´s moderate, what do you want?
Your current work daunts.
Strap yourself to a routine for a wage.
Do thin minimums,
because fat maximums don´t even get a say.
Bedroom walls, predictable complaints.
What´s even better an employee saint.
Receptionists laugh.
The boss scowls.
Our rivals unwilling to throw in the towel.
Strap yourself to a routine for a wage.
What could be better than life in a cage.
Each bar a line in your schedule.
Familiar like your very home.
The money´s moderate, what do you want?
Your current work daunts.
Strap yourself to a routine for a wage.
Do thin minimums,
because fat maximums don´t even get a say.
Bedroom walls, predictable complaints.
What´s even better an employee saint.
Receptionists laugh.
The boss scowls.
Our rivals unwilling to throw in the towel.
Strap yourself to a routine for a wage.
What could be better than life in a cage.
Each bar a line in your schedule.
Show you heart.
Open me up.
Ribs and chest, I am ripped open.
There it is... take it out.
What colour is it?
And about the shape...
Is it the symbol of compassion and love?
How does it beat?
Do you get the rhythm?
Is each part even?
Now look at the rest of me as I pale over as if in a blizzard.
My eyes now empty.
Lips turning a darker shade.
You can´t even make out my laugh lines.
Now you´ve my heart, before I slip away...
Did you get a glimpse at the passion in there?
Ribs and chest, I am ripped open.
There it is... take it out.
What colour is it?
And about the shape...
Is it the symbol of compassion and love?
How does it beat?
Do you get the rhythm?
Is each part even?
Now look at the rest of me as I pale over as if in a blizzard.
My eyes now empty.
Lips turning a darker shade.
You can´t even make out my laugh lines.
Now you´ve my heart, before I slip away...
Did you get a glimpse at the passion in there?
Spoilt boy
Won´t make his bed,
his voice clogs with indignation.
Feels saying thankyou is an exaggeration.
Abhorrence son.
Doesn´t like to do his chores.
Looking after stuff´s a bore.
Fakes a whinge that he feels sore.
So he doesn´t have to go to the store.
He´s perfected the art of how to complain.
He whines if he´s hit by a drop of rain.
Oh how I remember my father´s cane.
his voice clogs with indignation.
Feels saying thankyou is an exaggeration.
Abhorrence son.
Doesn´t like to do his chores.
Looking after stuff´s a bore.
Fakes a whinge that he feels sore.
So he doesn´t have to go to the store.
He´s perfected the art of how to complain.
He whines if he´s hit by a drop of rain.
Oh how I remember my father´s cane.
Beyond the fox of doubt.
It´s as swift and muscle strewn as the evergreen forest´s fox.
Red and white it darts, the sly predator.
As doubt flys out of the undergrowth, the fear creator.
Like the fox after the squirrel, it seems almost too late.
The pine´s warm needles don´t protect the creatures from the frost.
Just like the circle of life lifts the status of the wild fox.
Bewildered are we from worry on the forest floor.
Our nervous movements our vision poor.
We as the preoccupied squirrels, nuts out of reach.
Doubt as the fox keeping us high in the tree.
Red and white it darts, the sly predator.
As doubt flys out of the undergrowth, the fear creator.
Like the fox after the squirrel, it seems almost too late.
The pine´s warm needles don´t protect the creatures from the frost.
Just like the circle of life lifts the status of the wild fox.
Bewildered are we from worry on the forest floor.
Our nervous movements our vision poor.
We as the preoccupied squirrels, nuts out of reach.
Doubt as the fox keeping us high in the tree.
The corner house
A mirror hides the secret door.
Behind there lots of tomfoolery occurs.
Men with money go there with full sacks.
Walk out with a subtle smile, loose eyebrows and empty wallets.
The windows are boarded and the entrance dark.
Now and then you see one of the hostesses pop out.
Rotten wood in the walls as damp seasons and woman enter.
The old pimp who owns it, rolls out with jovial laughter.
And not one can point the finger.
Behind there lots of tomfoolery occurs.
Men with money go there with full sacks.
Walk out with a subtle smile, loose eyebrows and empty wallets.
The windows are boarded and the entrance dark.
Now and then you see one of the hostesses pop out.
Rotten wood in the walls as damp seasons and woman enter.
The old pimp who owns it, rolls out with jovial laughter.
And not one can point the finger.
terça-feira, 15 de maio de 2012
To be left.
The half rusted blue bus stop seat isn´t great.
The curvature of the see through roof.
The waiting, the edging and sudden nudge of the other waiters.
Trying to get a piece of that blue rust for their bum.
As each bus passes, you tense ready to stand and approach.
Until your true bus comes.
The cold morning saw you frown, as I did.
I don´t know if it was pride, but I think.
That´s the reason you didn´t ask me for a lift.
The curvature of the see through roof.
The waiting, the edging and sudden nudge of the other waiters.
Trying to get a piece of that blue rust for their bum.
As each bus passes, you tense ready to stand and approach.
Until your true bus comes.
The cold morning saw you frown, as I did.
I don´t know if it was pride, but I think.
That´s the reason you didn´t ask me for a lift.
Outward love
The strings of my love are coloured.
They dangle down and touch that pond of emotion...
Most men wish they didn´t have.
My outward love radiates shamelessly.
Engulfs the smart well groomed girls and even the...
Troubled ones.
I love the feeling but can´t look at myself.
The noise in my heart.
The passion in my breath.
An azure ocean to set the scene.
For a seismic revelation in a wet dream.
How many sleeping beauties were there to share it with me?
They dangle down and touch that pond of emotion...
Most men wish they didn´t have.
My outward love radiates shamelessly.
Engulfs the smart well groomed girls and even the...
Troubled ones.
I love the feeling but can´t look at myself.
The noise in my heart.
The passion in my breath.
An azure ocean to set the scene.
For a seismic revelation in a wet dream.
How many sleeping beauties were there to share it with me?
Emerald.
There´s cool freedom in your eyes.
There´s welcome.
Here´s a piece of me,
I hand it in like a key.
Now open it willingly please.
Through the smooth skinned beauty,
open the door.
Green radiant daughter.
Take this piece of me through mundane days.
And sparkle differently having known me.
There´s welcome.
Here´s a piece of me,
I hand it in like a key.
Now open it willingly please.
Through the smooth skinned beauty,
open the door.
Green radiant daughter.
Take this piece of me through mundane days.
And sparkle differently having known me.
Seventh poet.
From behind the herbs I come with words.
From behind the papaya and avocado my verse rises.
Through the warm gloom of a polluted subtropical city.
Through the circuits of my mind to the paper...
To the screen of your computer.
I am the seventh poet.
Come to breath on you with this rhymeless piece.
Reanimating creation with my everchanging interpretations.
I´m stuck on the page like the failed blowfly on the swatter.
Through this ugliness have i hidden my gift.
From behind the papaya and avocado my verse rises.
Through the warm gloom of a polluted subtropical city.
Through the circuits of my mind to the paper...
To the screen of your computer.
I am the seventh poet.
Come to breath on you with this rhymeless piece.
Reanimating creation with my everchanging interpretations.
I´m stuck on the page like the failed blowfly on the swatter.
Through this ugliness have i hidden my gift.
Glamour.
Flaunting youth.
Coated in makeup.
Magic that´s fake, rubbed.
Subtle harmonies and love lyrics.
Sensitive tones in their voices.
The special effect noises.
Beauty and easy words.
Fantastic choreographies.
A face stuck happy.
Pleading appeals.
Infront of young female fan crowds.
As the Boy band execute their manager´s plan proudly.
Coated in makeup.
Magic that´s fake, rubbed.
Subtle harmonies and love lyrics.
Sensitive tones in their voices.
The special effect noises.
Beauty and easy words.
Fantastic choreographies.
A face stuck happy.
Pleading appeals.
Infront of young female fan crowds.
As the Boy band execute their manager´s plan proudly.
Wrapped.
Thick blankets surround me.
I feel like poseidon in a warm sea.
Outside the cold fast drizzle drops.
In my bed not caring if it stops.
Sleep pulls me into it´s realm.
Slowly and dizzily, falling into calm.
Worries and desires are vanquished,
Gone is the residue of anguish.
Often when soft dream is reached.
I feel like poseidon in a warm sea.
Outside the cold fast drizzle drops.
In my bed not caring if it stops.
Sleep pulls me into it´s realm.
Slowly and dizzily, falling into calm.
Worries and desires are vanquished,
Gone is the residue of anguish.
Often when soft dream is reached.
Appreciation
Happy mothers day.
From the craddle, my ladder of a crib.
Now my dinner plate from the baby bib.
Between there and now,
the time was blessed.
Growing beside you,
I must have been quite a test.
From the toddler knees to teenage legs and adult thigh fat.
I´ve walked each day, because you made me.
From the craddle, my ladder of a crib.
Now my dinner plate from the baby bib.
Between there and now,
the time was blessed.
Growing beside you,
I must have been quite a test.
From the toddler knees to teenage legs and adult thigh fat.
I´ve walked each day, because you made me.
The love that is...
What I harbour is not always sunshine.
What I feel get´s twisted,
by the machinery of everyday life.
Get´s fed through the woodwork
and doesn´t come out as brave and well intentioned as it went in.
I´ve manage to hang on to an inkling of my own heart and save it for her.
What I feel get´s twisted,
by the machinery of everyday life.
Get´s fed through the woodwork
and doesn´t come out as brave and well intentioned as it went in.
I´ve manage to hang on to an inkling of my own heart and save it for her.
Bottom of the bottle.
Drunken friends.
One assists the other home.
Streets roll side to side.
Floppy bodies on the sidewalk.
Street illumination it´s gloom and shine confuse.
Spinning and walking home after reaching...
The bottom of the bottle.
One assists the other home.
Streets roll side to side.
Floppy bodies on the sidewalk.
Street illumination it´s gloom and shine confuse.
Spinning and walking home after reaching...
The bottom of the bottle.
Messy life.
Workchat and blib blab, getting through the beers.
Life´s a wreck, not to feel loved, hung up that way for years.
Chitter chatter, how great life could be.
Lips splatter stuttering "we don´t buy advice, we get it all for free."
Passing into the banal realm, heresay is the emperor.
Getting stuck up to our knees in conjecture.
The alcohol runs low as our spirits get higher.
Rambling ranting, as if, to the tone pitch of the village crier!
It all got too much as the last cigarrete was smoked.
A messy end toward the midlife, the spirit vital yet broken.
A spiral downward shelved with genuine prayers for hope.
Life´s a wreck, not to feel loved, hung up that way for years.
Chitter chatter, how great life could be.
Lips splatter stuttering "we don´t buy advice, we get it all for free."
Passing into the banal realm, heresay is the emperor.
Getting stuck up to our knees in conjecture.
The alcohol runs low as our spirits get higher.
Rambling ranting, as if, to the tone pitch of the village crier!
It all got too much as the last cigarrete was smoked.
A messy end toward the midlife, the spirit vital yet broken.
A spiral downward shelved with genuine prayers for hope.
Street breed.
The browny yellow restless,
The grey terrier like inquisitive.
Mixed breeds from the streets.
Splayed out for the saturday morning wind that sweeps.
Uncaring, content together.
Rough as thugs and metal studded leather.
They take a liking to a roll and tussle,
a violent biting, barking wrestle.
For hours they sit by the gate observing.
Waiting for the mailman or the paperboy-swerving.
The grey terrier like inquisitive.
Mixed breeds from the streets.
Splayed out for the saturday morning wind that sweeps.
Uncaring, content together.
Rough as thugs and metal studded leather.
They take a liking to a roll and tussle,
a violent biting, barking wrestle.
For hours they sit by the gate observing.
Waiting for the mailman or the paperboy-swerving.
Eight legged heart.
A spider on the heart.
Wrapping it´s legs around.
It´s bacterial fangs touch.
A hairy darkness poised to bite.
Suddenly a sharpness, a poison fright!
A spider encroaching inside.
Spinning webs into emotions design.
Trapping feelings that repeatedly wind.
Around the same bitten heart,
controlling your state of mind.
Wrapping it´s legs around.
It´s bacterial fangs touch.
A hairy darkness poised to bite.
Suddenly a sharpness, a poison fright!
A spider encroaching inside.
Spinning webs into emotions design.
Trapping feelings that repeatedly wind.
Around the same bitten heart,
controlling your state of mind.
An angels curiosity
Side of the children´s clinic.
Pavement in the shade.
A centimetre away from panic.
A crying baby boy an angry mother.
A car that wouldn´t start the woman had had enough.
Shade and temper disguising what was right.
Crying baby in the dappled light.
A curious angel bares witness.
Sending it´s calm dancing sweetness.
The dirty doves flew away, so did the curious angle.
The ignition turned over and into the sunlight they drove.
Pavement in the shade.
A centimetre away from panic.
A crying baby boy an angry mother.
A car that wouldn´t start the woman had had enough.
Shade and temper disguising what was right.
Crying baby in the dappled light.
A curious angel bares witness.
Sending it´s calm dancing sweetness.
The dirty doves flew away, so did the curious angle.
The ignition turned over and into the sunlight they drove.
Her disappointment.
She´s grievous,
Should leave her.
She´s nervous,
believe me.
She´s older,
sick of living.
Can´t hold her,
for her shoving.
She hates me,
she loves me.
So I drink and I drug me.
No closeness,
or intimacy.
She struggles,
to kiss me.
I wish,
she´d dismiss me.
Should leave her.
She´s nervous,
believe me.
She´s older,
sick of living.
Can´t hold her,
for her shoving.
She hates me,
she loves me.
So I drink and I drug me.
No closeness,
or intimacy.
She struggles,
to kiss me.
I wish,
she´d dismiss me.
sexta-feira, 11 de maio de 2012
Blue flag.
She was stolen into another Kingdom,
It was planned for her to become royalty.
The ambitious lord of another realm picked her,
abandoning his wife.
The new princess would declare her loyalty until a stronger suiter
appeared.
The sun was setting and soldiers trained war maneuvres.
The captain cheated of his humble slave girl threw his javellin into the sea!
Ran as fast as his legs could carry him and hurled himself into the enemy
fort.
Breaking most of his bones and receiving the softest of sarcastic remarks
from the local market owners.
The blue flag of the enemy was now worn by his once fanciful muse.
It was planned for her to become royalty.
The ambitious lord of another realm picked her,
abandoning his wife.
The new princess would declare her loyalty until a stronger suiter
appeared.
The sun was setting and soldiers trained war maneuvres.
The captain cheated of his humble slave girl threw his javellin into the sea!
Ran as fast as his legs could carry him and hurled himself into the enemy
fort.
Breaking most of his bones and receiving the softest of sarcastic remarks
from the local market owners.
The blue flag of the enemy was now worn by his once fanciful muse.
Wasps head.
Watch as the room curdles!- Hard to find someone...
Arrange someone to trust.- Easy to chitchat...
Sweet nothings.- Ability for small talk...
People break the ice,- Dribbling over it.
Stinging sensation.
Arrange someone to trust.- Easy to chitchat...
Sweet nothings.- Ability for small talk...
People break the ice,- Dribbling over it.
Stinging sensation.
Broke
Money´s dripped away into the sewer.
No longer cash for stuff. rip!
Remind me that life is rough. Hop.
Lately I´ve felt like lint and belly fluff! Sip!
Collecting myself to let out a fake laugh. Chop.
Promised riches, it´s all a bluff. Nip!
I need money for something, but i don´t have enough! Flop.
No longer cash for stuff. rip!
Remind me that life is rough. Hop.
Lately I´ve felt like lint and belly fluff! Sip!
Collecting myself to let out a fake laugh. Chop.
Promised riches, it´s all a bluff. Nip!
I need money for something, but i don´t have enough! Flop.
My ugliness.
Perhaps the lack and the excess is the beauty that infests.
That I´m as confused as lost as my own pet.
That´s the charm, the alarm that kicks off in the minds of my peers.
Aware that to them it´s ugliness, I can´t get enough of it though.
So take it from me, suck on my glow.
Envypilesrhytminmyrhymetuber.
That I´m as confused as lost as my own pet.
That´s the charm, the alarm that kicks off in the minds of my peers.
Aware that to them it´s ugliness, I can´t get enough of it though.
So take it from me, suck on my glow.
Envypilesrhytminmyrhymetuber.
Thickness.
I´m in this body.
A trunk with limbs.
A spread of sensation.
On my shoulders a box of controls.
Moving, thinking, breathing- where should I go?
What should I think?
Goals?
The perfect plan? GRAVITY!
Part of me is blood circulating, joints bending.
This beat in my chest affirming.
Is it all normal?
To feel? To be?
A trunk with limbs.
A spread of sensation.
On my shoulders a box of controls.
Moving, thinking, breathing- where should I go?
What should I think?
Goals?
The perfect plan? GRAVITY!
Part of me is blood circulating, joints bending.
This beat in my chest affirming.
Is it all normal?
To feel? To be?
quinta-feira, 10 de maio de 2012
Upstairs (in peace)
One- The killer gossip. The bending of the truth.
Two: And the spreading of rumours insipid. Malicious creations.
Three% The first floor frigid. Autumn may invades.
Were all valid reasons to stay upstairs and concentrate on my work.
Two: And the spreading of rumours insipid. Malicious creations.
Three% The first floor frigid. Autumn may invades.
Were all valid reasons to stay upstairs and concentrate on my work.
The shadow(a sombra)
The crooked politician hires him.
He kidnaps and kills in the night he´s a grin.
Capturing an honest civil servant who denounced corruption.
Burying him dead after a lightening abduction.
Helping the evil that runs in the veins of the rich.
He´s the executioner, the corrector, he´s the stitch.
When contracting his service you´ll forfeit your soul.
But when your life is only greed and power,
It barely makes a hole.
He kidnaps and kills in the night he´s a grin.
Capturing an honest civil servant who denounced corruption.
Burying him dead after a lightening abduction.
Helping the evil that runs in the veins of the rich.
He´s the executioner, the corrector, he´s the stitch.
When contracting his service you´ll forfeit your soul.
But when your life is only greed and power,
It barely makes a hole.
Fussy concern
Off on another rant about how the world´s not fair.
How there´s not enough time in the day to decide what to wear.
Off on another fussy fuss expedition.
On a complaint mission,
for all the things that never came to fruition.
Concern yourself with the ideal.
Mad cooking meals,
angry doing chores.
Your body is for housework...
Your mind is futile war.
How there´s not enough time in the day to decide what to wear.
Off on another fussy fuss expedition.
On a complaint mission,
for all the things that never came to fruition.
Concern yourself with the ideal.
Mad cooking meals,
angry doing chores.
Your body is for housework...
Your mind is futile war.
Non emotion
What a fan I am,
Nothing real.
Silent sarcastic smiling.
Work, home, work, home.
Pretend to have a life.
Waiting for a cataclysm.
Bored by people´s mannerisms.
Work, home boredom.
Earn a living, wear a smile decorum.
Non emotion.
A receipt, and a future possibility of a promotion.
Yes i´m a fan, but have no option.
Nothing real.
Silent sarcastic smiling.
Work, home, work, home.
Pretend to have a life.
Waiting for a cataclysm.
Bored by people´s mannerisms.
Work, home boredom.
Earn a living, wear a smile decorum.
Non emotion.
A receipt, and a future possibility of a promotion.
Yes i´m a fan, but have no option.
In the hand.
Quarter of the city´s rich, a quarter middle class and half poor.
There´s no sweet revolution,
but armed robbery in everyday motion.
One day the carefree lady I knew, she refused their demands.
Because she would not give, she would not open her...
So she got a bullet in the hand.
When you see their slums, undesirable homes, their lives.
you´d understand.
The underhanded scams that leave the poor,
with no way to afford,
for their children, for their meals for their landlord.
And we call them devils as they go out with a pistol,
a bad element and a notion of survival.
Next time it could be in the head.
Because you never thought about it.
There´s no sweet revolution,
but armed robbery in everyday motion.
One day the carefree lady I knew, she refused their demands.
Because she would not give, she would not open her...
So she got a bullet in the hand.
When you see their slums, undesirable homes, their lives.
you´d understand.
The underhanded scams that leave the poor,
with no way to afford,
for their children, for their meals for their landlord.
And we call them devils as they go out with a pistol,
a bad element and a notion of survival.
Next time it could be in the head.
Because you never thought about it.
Lousy checkout
Looks up at you, from the counter.
Disappointment as the products slide by bleep, bleep, bleep.
The frown on her face pollutes the mood of the packing boy.
You farewell them and not a sound as they attend the next annoying customer.
Disappointment as the products slide by bleep, bleep, bleep.
The frown on her face pollutes the mood of the packing boy.
You farewell them and not a sound as they attend the next annoying customer.
Walrus´ sneer.
Lying in the weak sunlight.
Rolling on fatsides,
He yops and goes yopping
as he shows off his slide.
Getting into position to mate.
Randomly blowing air out and in...
Oh my is that a grin.
Dancing whiskers,
almost as long as guitar strings.
In his beady eyes,
lies contempt for humble penguins...
And their simple no frills lives.
Rolling on fatsides,
He yops and goes yopping
as he shows off his slide.
Getting into position to mate.
Randomly blowing air out and in...
Oh my is that a grin.
Dancing whiskers,
almost as long as guitar strings.
In his beady eyes,
lies contempt for humble penguins...
And their simple no frills lives.
Nothing but vanity.
Pictures of you,
All posing semi-nude.
All over your house.
You promote yourself,
your vanity more...
Than even your health.
Your friends trade in platitudes
and useless what ifs.
And believe in the value
of service from lips.
You want to get recognised.
Camera lens saint.
Appear in a magazine.
Wearing body paint.
We´ll make the magazine,
to keep in your house.
The only copy is yours.
It´s to impress your friends sure...
More than anything else.
All posing semi-nude.
All over your house.
You promote yourself,
your vanity more...
Than even your health.
Your friends trade in platitudes
and useless what ifs.
And believe in the value
of service from lips.
You want to get recognised.
Camera lens saint.
Appear in a magazine.
Wearing body paint.
We´ll make the magazine,
to keep in your house.
The only copy is yours.
It´s to impress your friends sure...
More than anything else.
Suzanne
An autumn dropped me in your lil´town east of Holland.
I felt a little neglected, a little lonely and swollen.
Beer bottles emptied and I soon learned your tongue,
and how to speak your language.
I got to know your body like the mounds before the Rein.
I let go of such a love hardly knowing it was mine.
I jumped the ditch to England and left you far behind.
Some days I fit regret remember you there crying.
German Suzanne bless you atleast for trying.
I felt a little neglected, a little lonely and swollen.
Beer bottles emptied and I soon learned your tongue,
and how to speak your language.
I got to know your body like the mounds before the Rein.
I let go of such a love hardly knowing it was mine.
I jumped the ditch to England and left you far behind.
Some days I fit regret remember you there crying.
German Suzanne bless you atleast for trying.
On a boat with god.
But can god be wounded?
His wounds are our inability to follow him on this trip.
Or have faith in him in our travels.
He is not wounded at all!!!
Alas we see the wounds for we are misguided and looking to fix... Something which is perfect and tranquil.
This tranquility shocks us like an open wound left to bleed!
This slow road to destruction,
We can never accept.
His wounds are our inability to follow him on this trip.
Or have faith in him in our travels.
He is not wounded at all!!!
Alas we see the wounds for we are misguided and looking to fix... Something which is perfect and tranquil.
This tranquility shocks us like an open wound left to bleed!
This slow road to destruction,
We can never accept.
Open your hands
Each rotation, our eyes meet.
Catch me looking at your skin sweet.
Open your hands and give me the world.
It´s been taken away with each dull twirl.
Each round we go, not a blink.
(To be)Close to you is wishful think.
Open your heart and save me with the galaxy.
So I might boast with your planets in my mouth.
So I might smile before death toasts my health!
Catch me looking at your skin sweet.
Open your hands and give me the world.
It´s been taken away with each dull twirl.
Each round we go, not a blink.
(To be)Close to you is wishful think.
Open your heart and save me with the galaxy.
So I might boast with your planets in my mouth.
So I might smile before death toasts my health!
Better set.
You´re better set, with the Mum and Dad.
The looks and disposition.
You´ll be nurtured by virtue.
Captured by god on the church pew.
Celebrated by friends and wealthy angels.
Be given favours like fans to an idol of rock and roll.
Sent money by the poor envious souls...
Who think one day they too can live like you.
The looks and disposition.
You´ll be nurtured by virtue.
Captured by god on the church pew.
Celebrated by friends and wealthy angels.
Be given favours like fans to an idol of rock and roll.
Sent money by the poor envious souls...
Who think one day they too can live like you.
No plug.
You never leave your computer.
Life´s a hose, people tell you to go with the flow.
Life´s a drain, the substance washes away.
You don´t need a plug at the back of your neck.
Each one of us connects.
Take a look at the unsatisfied side of yourself.
Take a look at your neglect for your consciousness,
your health.
There needs to be no hole made at the base of your neck...
To know the order which we peck.
The system has stolen your attention.
You are part of the wire, the transmission, the transmission.
Life´s a hose, people tell you to go with the flow.
Life´s a drain, the substance washes away.
You don´t need a plug at the back of your neck.
Each one of us connects.
Take a look at the unsatisfied side of yourself.
Take a look at your neglect for your consciousness,
your health.
There needs to be no hole made at the base of your neck...
To know the order which we peck.
The system has stolen your attention.
You are part of the wire, the transmission, the transmission.
terça-feira, 8 de maio de 2012
Two parts of you.
Half of you look to place blame.
Search for scape goats to massacre hiss hiss.
Half of you are Pharisees.
You look for the guilt in others.
Half of you is abundant light,
even shining when you´re in a bad mood.
A healthy layer with a pleasant voice and a clue.
A cheerful bloke often taking the wrong choice.
Splitting the two parts of you.
Search for scape goats to massacre hiss hiss.
Half of you are Pharisees.
You look for the guilt in others.
Half of you is abundant light,
even shining when you´re in a bad mood.
A healthy layer with a pleasant voice and a clue.
A cheerful bloke often taking the wrong choice.
Splitting the two parts of you.
Blood, seperation and a new town.
You are crossing the sea with a bullet wound.
Stay dossile and let our mother tend you.
Survive for when we land you must be captain.
The sad song down the river, the sad song pilgrims lament.
The abandoned babies at the shore and their halfwit father...
Already in the throes of drowning. I´ll miss his face.
The boat was not sturdily built brave travellers.
Thank your lack of fear and calm weather.
Now we´ve arrived yet so much rests upon my shoulders.
And their music is no relief.
And killers and rapists want to settle in our new founded town.
Stay dossile and let our mother tend you.
Survive for when we land you must be captain.
The sad song down the river, the sad song pilgrims lament.
The abandoned babies at the shore and their halfwit father...
Already in the throes of drowning. I´ll miss his face.
The boat was not sturdily built brave travellers.
Thank your lack of fear and calm weather.
Now we´ve arrived yet so much rests upon my shoulders.
And their music is no relief.
And killers and rapists want to settle in our new founded town.
Sorrow thaw(Haiku)
A warm winter will lose me her.
Sink me into a pool of complacency.
The brilliance of ice, no more.
Nothing to melt, my heart is sore.
Sink me into a pool of complacency.
The brilliance of ice, no more.
Nothing to melt, my heart is sore.
God frown.
I´m falling away.
Pieces of me I thought important slipping off me into nothing,
Like treacherous angels into the abyss.
Never to get them back.
I´m feeling strange.
Ba´al grins with a veiny pilthrim.
Like my chances have already been given, I´ve provoked a god frown.
Afraid nothing from this day can pick my chances up.
A piece of me is yesterday, I can´t bring it to the present.
The dream tunnel is ruptured by the god frown.
Freaking out without a word or even a single sound.
My last round,
the saint´s booing surrounds me.
Phones dead, resources exhausted.
Heaven mourns.
Hopes in a coma,
my prospects are nought.
Pieces of me I thought important slipping off me into nothing,
Like treacherous angels into the abyss.
Never to get them back.
I´m feeling strange.
Ba´al grins with a veiny pilthrim.
Like my chances have already been given, I´ve provoked a god frown.
Afraid nothing from this day can pick my chances up.
A piece of me is yesterday, I can´t bring it to the present.
The dream tunnel is ruptured by the god frown.
Freaking out without a word or even a single sound.
My last round,
the saint´s booing surrounds me.
Phones dead, resources exhausted.
Heaven mourns.
Hopes in a coma,
my prospects are nought.
Jimmy in the wop wops.
(This is not a normal poem)
Jimmy in the wip wops.
In the whip nots.
Jimmy in the chip shops, in the chip shops cooking.
Jimmy likes to slip slops, to the pigs before they´re pork chops.
Jimmy´s lips stop, Jimmy´s lips stop speaking to the gripped cop.
Fiddle yip cop... Freaking in the...
Jimmy whimmy tip top, when the wind drops, Jimmy...
When the c*ck flops where the hen´s hop Jimmy...
Jimmy clip clop, you´re our horse ol´Jimmy Jimmy.
Now Jimmy immy Skimmy rutcher.
Jimmy Immy skimmed a stone and hit the butcher fishing.
These rhymes jimmy make me think there´s something missing.
Jimmy in the wip wops.
In the whip nots.
Jimmy in the chip shops, in the chip shops cooking.
Jimmy likes to slip slops, to the pigs before they´re pork chops.
Jimmy´s lips stop, Jimmy´s lips stop speaking to the gripped cop.
Fiddle yip cop... Freaking in the...
Jimmy whimmy tip top, when the wind drops, Jimmy...
When the c*ck flops where the hen´s hop Jimmy...
Jimmy clip clop, you´re our horse ol´Jimmy Jimmy.
Now Jimmy immy Skimmy rutcher.
Jimmy Immy skimmed a stone and hit the butcher fishing.
These rhymes jimmy make me think there´s something missing.
Killer thief
Sudden knife attack and your world stops,
on the corner outside the shop.
Hooded man stabs and goes for wallet.
His victim faints and embraces the pavement.
Shocked witness runs off, trips up and breaks his ankle.
The killer thief got both their money in the tangle.
Inside the bar came the killer thief.
Pulling a gun on a young couple.
And to their complete disbelief...
Handing the money over.
It seems he can strike when you least expect.
A bullet in the barrel or a knife to the neck!
on the corner outside the shop.
Hooded man stabs and goes for wallet.
His victim faints and embraces the pavement.
Shocked witness runs off, trips up and breaks his ankle.
The killer thief got both their money in the tangle.
Inside the bar came the killer thief.
Pulling a gun on a young couple.
And to their complete disbelief...
Handing the money over.
It seems he can strike when you least expect.
A bullet in the barrel or a knife to the neck!
On the fringe
Touch her fringe,
Some of her charm lies...
In the way she cringes.
Touchy subject,
Her frown presents itself.
Her eyebrows tense up under a bright fringe.
We found the edge and she turned away,
Thanks for the chat you say(Ironic*)
Sitting on the city limits offended.
Find that cheap man,
You daringly befriended.
Some of her charm lies...
In the way she cringes.
Touchy subject,
Her frown presents itself.
Her eyebrows tense up under a bright fringe.
We found the edge and she turned away,
Thanks for the chat you say(Ironic*)
Sitting on the city limits offended.
Find that cheap man,
You daringly befriended.
Smogways
Smog rides the wind.
Traffic filled streets.
Hubcaps slowly spin.
Bridges launching fumes.
Factory motors consume.
Cockroaching trucks burning fuel.
The Air´s bitter clouds of pollution´s gruel.
Carbon into the lungs and the airways.
Blackening mucus.
Poisoning neighbourhoods near jammed up freeways.
Fossil fueled war, go ahead nuke us!
Traffic filled streets.
Hubcaps slowly spin.
Bridges launching fumes.
Factory motors consume.
Cockroaching trucks burning fuel.
The Air´s bitter clouds of pollution´s gruel.
Carbon into the lungs and the airways.
Blackening mucus.
Poisoning neighbourhoods near jammed up freeways.
Fossil fueled war, go ahead nuke us!
Very little
Get by on,
very little.
No luxury,
no high.
Bread and water,
real tears cried.
Oh very little I say.
Enough for rent,
and so electricity stays.
You curse your windows though.
Watching your glutton neighbours riches grow!
very little.
No luxury,
no high.
Bread and water,
real tears cried.
Oh very little I say.
Enough for rent,
and so electricity stays.
You curse your windows though.
Watching your glutton neighbours riches grow!
An insect
I crawl,
I slide.
I drool,
No pride.
It´s cool,
I´ll hide.
I creep,
I lie.
Underneath,
Old ply.
Eat leaves.
oh my.
Can you conceive...
How I´m small time?
I slide.
I drool,
No pride.
It´s cool,
I´ll hide.
I creep,
I lie.
Underneath,
Old ply.
Eat leaves.
oh my.
Can you conceive...
How I´m small time?
She gave herself.
She...
Hardly knew what they would do.
Turned on by their carelessness.
Their rough ways seemed so new.
Though were old and callous.
Just like a piece of meat getting thrown in the stew.
"Soften their hearts" What a fallacy!
Now trapped she´s stuck like glue...
To servicing gangboys tragically.
She always wanted the alpha but had no clue.
That none of the love she got was ever true.
Hardly knew what they would do.
Turned on by their carelessness.
Their rough ways seemed so new.
Though were old and callous.
Just like a piece of meat getting thrown in the stew.
"Soften their hearts" What a fallacy!
Now trapped she´s stuck like glue...
To servicing gangboys tragically.
She always wanted the alpha but had no clue.
That none of the love she got was ever true.
Sleep now.
We´re on the drousy bridge between awake and sleep .
I´ve got to get to bed.
Tired body, exhausted head.
On the verge of dropping off.
The blankets must cover me soon.
Dark and warm.
My dream needs to be opened as a can of beans.
My eyes like shopfronts shut.
I disappear from this day.
I´ve got to get to bed.
Tired body, exhausted head.
On the verge of dropping off.
The blankets must cover me soon.
Dark and warm.
My dream needs to be opened as a can of beans.
My eyes like shopfronts shut.
I disappear from this day.
domingo, 6 de maio de 2012
Cool may, southern hemisphere.
The warm months dwindle.
The sunsets earlier as I sweep the bush for kindling.
Full moon week alittle warmth is gathered.
In the fields and crop rows before harvest.
Winter´s a foot, looming.
Shadows will engulf us soon.
Prepare a warm house for the cold...
For so much comfort last years dreary months stole.
The solstice declares itself sharp and frigid.
Cool morns numb us and not a creature fidgets.
The sunsets earlier as I sweep the bush for kindling.
Full moon week alittle warmth is gathered.
In the fields and crop rows before harvest.
Winter´s a foot, looming.
Shadows will engulf us soon.
Prepare a warm house for the cold...
For so much comfort last years dreary months stole.
The solstice declares itself sharp and frigid.
Cool morns numb us and not a creature fidgets.
Jalapeño Perfection
No other chilli can convey.
A perfect balance between heat with flavour.
Smooth sides rounded as a bullet.
You cut it open and with cheese you fill it!
Margins scar it down to the tip.
It´s the zing in special dips.
Dark green like southern mexico.
Or bright red like an aztec afro!
Thicker skin than a habanero.
Tastebud ticklers with a spicy flow.
Put them on the barbecue, bit of chipotle(chi-pot-lay).
10,000 scovilles what do you say?
A perfect balance between heat with flavour.
Smooth sides rounded as a bullet.
You cut it open and with cheese you fill it!
Margins scar it down to the tip.
It´s the zing in special dips.
Dark green like southern mexico.
Or bright red like an aztec afro!
Thicker skin than a habanero.
Tastebud ticklers with a spicy flow.
Put them on the barbecue, bit of chipotle(chi-pot-lay).
10,000 scovilles what do you say?
Have you in by spring.
Have you ready by...
The time the bulbs are well done.
Have you on call at the exact time the intimacy in me springs.
I´ve known not much beyond your allure.
Is that crime to admire your skin?
Have I not walked that mile.
I know i´ve admired that smile, not quite happy must taste it.
Winter´s going to kick my ass, but i´ll be damned...
If I don´t turn out to be the one crammed...
Into your dreams.
Beyond the seasons is my reach.
Beyond these tedious classes we teach.
The time the bulbs are well done.
Have you on call at the exact time the intimacy in me springs.
I´ve known not much beyond your allure.
Is that crime to admire your skin?
Have I not walked that mile.
I know i´ve admired that smile, not quite happy must taste it.
Winter´s going to kick my ass, but i´ll be damned...
If I don´t turn out to be the one crammed...
Into your dreams.
Beyond the seasons is my reach.
Beyond these tedious classes we teach.
Flirting with the moon
Are you going to shine through the clouds on me.
More striking than nadine.
The way the clouds try to block you/
Hide you from us.
I can almost feel your message.
This slightly warm windless night has been granted by you.
Hopeless romantics will whoo how they whoo.
We´ll never hear the end of it.
But will you share your strength, all feminine up there.
Send it down slow.
Move it down to my jagged soul.
Round it.
More striking than nadine.
The way the clouds try to block you/
Hide you from us.
I can almost feel your message.
This slightly warm windless night has been granted by you.
Hopeless romantics will whoo how they whoo.
We´ll never hear the end of it.
But will you share your strength, all feminine up there.
Send it down slow.
Move it down to my jagged soul.
Round it.
The mustard itch
I call you from hard to reach places.
The inevitable mosquito as he tastes...
your hips!
Has your love handles between it´s lips.
it´s needle in the mouthwatering grips.
The summer moist and irritating makes your blood stink.
Humming with bugs, fly spray, nets what do you think.
Sofas jumping with fleas.
Garage itch when you went underneath the car on succulent knees.
It´s up the t´shirt with fingernails.
Scratching like a maniac trying to reach the holy grail.
Like the nose before the sneeze like the nonundo-able shoe.
A dose of fresh bumps calling you.
The sensation that begs fingernails.
The inevitable mosquito as he tastes...
your hips!
Has your love handles between it´s lips.
it´s needle in the mouthwatering grips.
The summer moist and irritating makes your blood stink.
Humming with bugs, fly spray, nets what do you think.
Sofas jumping with fleas.
Garage itch when you went underneath the car on succulent knees.
It´s up the t´shirt with fingernails.
Scratching like a maniac trying to reach the holy grail.
Like the nose before the sneeze like the nonundo-able shoe.
A dose of fresh bumps calling you.
The sensation that begs fingernails.
The tide
We long to be in the tide.
We get up to our ankles, our willpower subsides...
For the ocean´s resolve is fullproof and stark.
We´re shocked by the cold, scared by thoughts of sharks.
Your eyes search for jellyfish.
Your mind rips, we´re all selfish.
Fear competes with the quest for truth.
Truth´s in the tide as it moves and grooves.
As it greets and as it farewells.
It´s waves hit us, wet ideas, like our heads it swells.
The sandy bottom relieves like a tongue before jagged teeth,
before we´re lost and broken on a reef.
Crab claws at our feet, and dizzy salty swirling schisms.
This is the truth, it moves like the time, conceals pearls of wisdom.
It eats away at the edge of the land, hurricane force grand.
And when we just wont listen it sweeps itself up and hurls itself inland.
It bathes in the sun and the moon aloof.
The tide is not your pretty friend, is that my pal what you pretend.
We get up to our ankles, our willpower subsides...
For the ocean´s resolve is fullproof and stark.
We´re shocked by the cold, scared by thoughts of sharks.
Your eyes search for jellyfish.
Your mind rips, we´re all selfish.
Fear competes with the quest for truth.
Truth´s in the tide as it moves and grooves.
As it greets and as it farewells.
It´s waves hit us, wet ideas, like our heads it swells.
The sandy bottom relieves like a tongue before jagged teeth,
before we´re lost and broken on a reef.
Crab claws at our feet, and dizzy salty swirling schisms.
This is the truth, it moves like the time, conceals pearls of wisdom.
It eats away at the edge of the land, hurricane force grand.
And when we just wont listen it sweeps itself up and hurls itself inland.
It bathes in the sun and the moon aloof.
The tide is not your pretty friend, is that my pal what you pretend.
Greasy goose.
Greasy goose, you made your way from the empty plains.
A lust for corn. since you were born yet not a sprig to peck.
You made your way into town, through the shops you waddled.
You went into the supermarket and between aisles and carts you got muddled.
You went into the mechanic and came out sticky.
You couldn´t cross the road because it was thick with traffic.
A little boy fell in love with you and took you under his arm.
But there at home you were attacked by his jealous lonely mom.
Greasy and ruffled you flew under the bed before she struck her stroke.
Then you flew out the window when the immaculate morning woke.
You flew as the grease and stress in your wings had sealed.
Into a fast maturing, curly and alluring corn field.
A lust for corn. since you were born yet not a sprig to peck.
You made your way into town, through the shops you waddled.
You went into the supermarket and between aisles and carts you got muddled.
You went into the mechanic and came out sticky.
You couldn´t cross the road because it was thick with traffic.
A little boy fell in love with you and took you under his arm.
But there at home you were attacked by his jealous lonely mom.
Greasy and ruffled you flew under the bed before she struck her stroke.
Then you flew out the window when the immaculate morning woke.
You flew as the grease and stress in your wings had sealed.
Into a fast maturing, curly and alluring corn field.
Wash
The hand is used and bitter.
Wet and itchy.
The cloth squeezed and stubborn drips slowly exit.
The dirt and stains try in vain to grip to these surfaces...
Sentenced to a good scrubbing.
Wet and itchy.
The cloth squeezed and stubborn drips slowly exit.
The dirt and stains try in vain to grip to these surfaces...
Sentenced to a good scrubbing.
Fraternal plague
Share this piece of infected bread with me.
I have a bowl of mud...
Dip it, dip it.
That´s right.
I have the spells written by a diagnosed hypocondriac.
I have a jar with accumulated bacteria.
Let´s get sick as dogs! I like the sound of a mixed fever;
Johnny tate brundosk has a cold let´s stand under him and wait for him to cough!
I just ask god why? Why isn´t cancer infectious?
I´ve bought third class tickets to africa where we can catch a smorgasboard of illnesses.
They think we´re insane, they think we´re self destructive, ha!
But we know the truth, we are the plague.
I have a bowl of mud...
Dip it, dip it.
That´s right.
I have the spells written by a diagnosed hypocondriac.
I have a jar with accumulated bacteria.
Let´s get sick as dogs! I like the sound of a mixed fever;
Johnny tate brundosk has a cold let´s stand under him and wait for him to cough!
I just ask god why? Why isn´t cancer infectious?
I´ve bought third class tickets to africa where we can catch a smorgasboard of illnesses.
They think we´re insane, they think we´re self destructive, ha!
But we know the truth, we are the plague.
Lost in life
You missed the meeting.
Bothered by the way colleagues are treating you.
You´re looking at suspension and listening to it from under your bosses nose.
Yesterday when you saw how low your bank balance was you froze.
You moved house yet the new place doesn´t hold certainty.
That neighbour who helped, you´re thinking this guy´s worse off than me.
The date last thursday was almost good, you don´t know whether to call her back.
Every time you speak to your family on the phone rage attacks.
Mistaking doubt with cowardice both bring the dark clouds.
The part that wants to resign is yelling "give it up" loud!
You question friendly smiles as you walk home juggling your problems in your head.
You´re trying to find a path through it all, you lose your way instead.
Bothered by the way colleagues are treating you.
You´re looking at suspension and listening to it from under your bosses nose.
Yesterday when you saw how low your bank balance was you froze.
You moved house yet the new place doesn´t hold certainty.
That neighbour who helped, you´re thinking this guy´s worse off than me.
The date last thursday was almost good, you don´t know whether to call her back.
Every time you speak to your family on the phone rage attacks.
Mistaking doubt with cowardice both bring the dark clouds.
The part that wants to resign is yelling "give it up" loud!
You question friendly smiles as you walk home juggling your problems in your head.
You´re trying to find a path through it all, you lose your way instead.
Dropped it in a hurry.
The noble quest for the all mighty truth.
Each step so reverent.
On some kind of new thesis you´re hellbent.
Oh things not going well in your personal life.
Spoilt as a child you drop it all and curl up in your dead grandfathers cabin.
Your beliefs are little comfort now as you tremble and mumble your way into the early hours of a terribly senseless dawn.
Each step so reverent.
On some kind of new thesis you´re hellbent.
Oh things not going well in your personal life.
Spoilt as a child you drop it all and curl up in your dead grandfathers cabin.
Your beliefs are little comfort now as you tremble and mumble your way into the early hours of a terribly senseless dawn.
Mind skirmish
I´ve been feeling weird lately.
I´ve been thinking and pondering,
suddenly explosions disrupt my minds eye, I cannot see.
It´s trains come off the rails, I simply cannot concentrate.
Flying tracers light up and aggravate,
in the dark corners of my consciousness.
From where I wanted cover, I´m now exposed to the pest.
"Zings" and "twangs" surround my ideas.
My connection roads are blocked by well armed fears.
It seems there is some kind of uprising and their trying for a push.
For they wait at my mind´s crossroads, hidden for an ambush.
I´ve been thinking and pondering,
suddenly explosions disrupt my minds eye, I cannot see.
It´s trains come off the rails, I simply cannot concentrate.
Flying tracers light up and aggravate,
in the dark corners of my consciousness.
From where I wanted cover, I´m now exposed to the pest.
"Zings" and "twangs" surround my ideas.
My connection roads are blocked by well armed fears.
It seems there is some kind of uprising and their trying for a push.
For they wait at my mind´s crossroads, hidden for an ambush.
Escape me
No time to get to know you.
No place to try to convince you.
The apple of my eye, not a bite.
Float through i´m unable to stop you.
Talk quickly there´s not time to answer you.
I see you, what a sight.
I can never imagine you´d relate to me.
I always feel you escaping me.
No place to try to convince you.
The apple of my eye, not a bite.
Float through i´m unable to stop you.
Talk quickly there´s not time to answer you.
I see you, what a sight.
I can never imagine you´d relate to me.
I always feel you escaping me.
Polished funeral
Will you attend this heavy funeral?
Your flowers will droop.
You´ll join sullen groups...
of grievers and wailers.
Atleast an epitaph will exclude our failures.
The iron funeral, polished metal and priests.
Alas our soft flesh will soon rot, for the worms a feast.
Will you accompany me by the hand on this solemn day?
Sombre expressions, read the sadness on each face.
Your flowers will droop.
You´ll join sullen groups...
of grievers and wailers.
Atleast an epitaph will exclude our failures.
The iron funeral, polished metal and priests.
Alas our soft flesh will soon rot, for the worms a feast.
Will you accompany me by the hand on this solemn day?
Sombre expressions, read the sadness on each face.
quinta-feira, 3 de maio de 2012
Sneaky man.
His thin moustache gives him away.
Colourful expressions he can´t hide in daylight.
Beady eyes and envious sighs.
His detours from the truth poorly assembled.
To a quasi-conman does he resemble.
His invasive line of questioning...
That to the unlocked door meets.
His answers are suspicious crooked lie detector heartbeats.
The sneaky man,
the motive bottled like a fine lotion.
Thin moustache twitching, dishonest lips in motion.
Hands turning a mild red.
A guilty glint in his eyes that dirty ambition left.
The colour and fibre of well woven lies upon his cheeks.
Colourful expressions he can´t hide in daylight.
Beady eyes and envious sighs.
His detours from the truth poorly assembled.
To a quasi-conman does he resemble.
His invasive line of questioning...
That to the unlocked door meets.
His answers are suspicious crooked lie detector heartbeats.
The sneaky man,
the motive bottled like a fine lotion.
Thin moustache twitching, dishonest lips in motion.
Hands turning a mild red.
A guilty glint in his eyes that dirty ambition left.
The colour and fibre of well woven lies upon his cheeks.
Children´s playground voice.
The bird cry blurt.
The glee filled giggle,
the loud moan hurt.
the falling chuckle.
The playground debacle.
The expressive squeal.
The heavy whimper, that brave years progressively steal.
Three melodic tones in the scream.
Joys of infancy it seems...
Lie in the playtime´, it´s imagination and dreams.
The glee filled giggle,
the loud moan hurt.
the falling chuckle.
The playground debacle.
The expressive squeal.
The heavy whimper, that brave years progressively steal.
Three melodic tones in the scream.
Joys of infancy it seems...
Lie in the playtime´, it´s imagination and dreams.
Easy numbness
It´s close to midday.
My face is at peace,
my body is a family at rest.
Each arm is a happy niece.
Each leg a merry nephew cozy in the nest.
My stomachs a fireplace which lights up during slumber.
It burns with my tiredness and dreams of dry lumber.
This easy numbness will send me out in the day.
My protective layer which I pray will not fade.
For cares and worries backslide and blunder,
climbing the mountain of me.
This easy numbness flows through my mind as gently as poetry.
My face is at peace,
my body is a family at rest.
Each arm is a happy niece.
Each leg a merry nephew cozy in the nest.
My stomachs a fireplace which lights up during slumber.
It burns with my tiredness and dreams of dry lumber.
This easy numbness will send me out in the day.
My protective layer which I pray will not fade.
For cares and worries backslide and blunder,
climbing the mountain of me.
This easy numbness flows through my mind as gently as poetry.
The cantakerous gardener
The out of control brush.
Thick weeds so high and formidible.
The gorse and thistle and wild berry thorn.
The crabbed groundsman must slash it all out,
this ensures the animal inside him is let loose.
The stubborn arms swing the sythe smoothly through the brush and weeds.
But with an ache a sore petulance behind his force.
His doleful hours...
His hot day...
In his hands his dull blade.
Thick weeds so high and formidible.
The gorse and thistle and wild berry thorn.
The crabbed groundsman must slash it all out,
this ensures the animal inside him is let loose.
The stubborn arms swing the sythe smoothly through the brush and weeds.
But with an ache a sore petulance behind his force.
His doleful hours...
His hot day...
In his hands his dull blade.
Wearing black
For what is it you are grieving?
Where´s that grin, that says the grey´s leaving?
What are you hiding?
Who died? I guess you´d snap if I asked.
Put on your brave mask.
Because noone can be trusted,
But what kind of fuss is this?
Where´s your aura when I need it?
When you see the monster, don´t give in and try feed it.
See you wearing black today.
Not an emotion, not a wink, not your face sending out those golden rays.
So prepare yourself for a horror film.
And shed your sacred tear from the window sill.
I´ll try to remember that smile,
that scared me more than your current state of denial.
Where´s that grin, that says the grey´s leaving?
What are you hiding?
Who died? I guess you´d snap if I asked.
Put on your brave mask.
Because noone can be trusted,
But what kind of fuss is this?
Where´s your aura when I need it?
When you see the monster, don´t give in and try feed it.
See you wearing black today.
Not an emotion, not a wink, not your face sending out those golden rays.
So prepare yourself for a horror film.
And shed your sacred tear from the window sill.
I´ll try to remember that smile,
that scared me more than your current state of denial.
My apple.
This is my apple.
Rounded but square.
Sweet on the outset juicy and fair,
but as the bites get closer to the core bit.
A bitterness pervades the very flavour of it.
The seeds and the cartilage twice as...
Unpleasant and put me off,
like a midlife crisis.
When it´s half chomped and drying up fast.
You drop it in the park on your early winter grass..
Rounded but square.
Sweet on the outset juicy and fair,
but as the bites get closer to the core bit.
A bitterness pervades the very flavour of it.
The seeds and the cartilage twice as...
Unpleasant and put me off,
like a midlife crisis.
When it´s half chomped and drying up fast.
You drop it in the park on your early winter grass..
I broke you.
Falling over yourself to teach me a lesson.
Getting your strength up to give me the next one.
You looked me in the eye.
I could see the traces of yesterdays tears and I sigh.
Will you take it out on me today, try to tear me apart.
As reach in with my invisible hand and tickle your heart.
Let you breath fire on me as I get my ghost arms into you.
Like those ears that wouldn´t let my voice through.
Booming, you´re squirming, now you´ll take the tonic with me.
You´ll let me wrap you in bandage, until you´re no longer free.
To see you there stationary and silent makes me feel...
This is truly the only way to see you heal.
Getting your strength up to give me the next one.
You looked me in the eye.
I could see the traces of yesterdays tears and I sigh.
Will you take it out on me today, try to tear me apart.
As reach in with my invisible hand and tickle your heart.
Let you breath fire on me as I get my ghost arms into you.
Like those ears that wouldn´t let my voice through.
Booming, you´re squirming, now you´ll take the tonic with me.
You´ll let me wrap you in bandage, until you´re no longer free.
To see you there stationary and silent makes me feel...
This is truly the only way to see you heal.
Scolding the dark
I was in the backyard, it was night.
I blamed myself for looking away from the light.
I felt the presence in the shed, some novice demon.
I pointed at him, I began heavy breathing.
I scolded the dark that hid his form.
Singled him out like surface lost worm.
His fear shook the walls as he climbed up them as a spider.
He flew out of there like it was a giant moth he was riding.
Past me cowardly, I scolded the night, the dark for harbouring such a fiend.
They calmed me, left a blessing and let my exhausted mind dream.
I blamed myself for looking away from the light.
I felt the presence in the shed, some novice demon.
I pointed at him, I began heavy breathing.
I scolded the dark that hid his form.
Singled him out like surface lost worm.
His fear shook the walls as he climbed up them as a spider.
He flew out of there like it was a giant moth he was riding.
Past me cowardly, I scolded the night, the dark for harbouring such a fiend.
They calmed me, left a blessing and let my exhausted mind dream.
quarta-feira, 2 de maio de 2012
Broke you.
Falling over yourself to teach me a lesson.
Getting your strength up to give me the next one.
You looked me in the eye.
I could see the traces of yesterdays tears and I sigh.
Will you take it out on me today, try to tear me apart.
As reach in with my invisible hand and tickle your heart.
Let you breath fire on me as I get my ghost arms into you.
Like those ears that wouldn´t let my voice through.
Booming, you´re squirming, now you´ll take the tonic with me.
You´ll let me wrap you in bandage, until you´re no longer free.
To see you there stationary and silent makes me feel...
This is truly the only way to see you heal.
Getting your strength up to give me the next one.
You looked me in the eye.
I could see the traces of yesterdays tears and I sigh.
Will you take it out on me today, try to tear me apart.
As reach in with my invisible hand and tickle your heart.
Let you breath fire on me as I get my ghost arms into you.
Like those ears that wouldn´t let my voice through.
Booming, you´re squirming, now you´ll take the tonic with me.
You´ll let me wrap you in bandage, until you´re no longer free.
To see you there stationary and silent makes me feel...
This is truly the only way to see you heal.
Scold the dark.
I was in the backyard, it was night.
I blamed myself for looking away from the light.
I felt the presence in the shed, some novice demon.
I pointed at him, I began heavy breathing.
I scolded the dark that hid his form.
Singled him out like surface lost worm.
His fear shook the walls as he climbed up them as a spider.
He flew out of there like it was a giant moth he was riding.
Past me cowardly, I scolded the night, the dark for harbouring such a fiend.
They calmed me, left a blessing and let my exhausted mind dream.
I blamed myself for looking away from the light.
I felt the presence in the shed, some novice demon.
I pointed at him, I began heavy breathing.
I scolded the dark that hid his form.
Singled him out like surface lost worm.
His fear shook the walls as he climbed up them as a spider.
He flew out of there like it was a giant moth he was riding.
Past me cowardly, I scolded the night, the dark for harbouring such a fiend.
They calmed me, left a blessing and let my exhausted mind dream.
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