To Saint Joaquin

Two alarms invade our sleep,
wake our minds from colored spells so deep

We roll out of the sea of dreams like porpoises
On a shore between wakefulness and sleep

Light goes on as do clothes
Toilet stops and breakfast bowls

Up twelve steps towards the car
Street so calm dawn still dark

Turn ignition and scream down Boschetti
Toward the metro lines metal spaghetti

Out of the station, sky still dim
Into the streets of saint Joaquin

Down the street and around the corner
Panga of pinga wanting coffee of the morning

Looking at the clock, oh it's too late
Cross the street and go through the gate
And commence our long 4 hour wait.

Choice between war and peace

The spider and the wasp employ their fangs and sting cautiously
The spider hangs precariously
Deliberating over the consumption of the wasp
The wasp, musing on exacting it´s deadly barb seriously

The cobweb is infected by pious bacteria,
 it eats away at the weave, freeing the sanguine hymenopteran
which heaves it´s prong toward the eight legged sentinel
The web starts to tear and both animals vibrate in hysteria

the threads of weave blow toward the low hanging tree
The spider has an easy distance to leap
The wasp is almost free, but pretends his leg is ensnared
So closer does the wiley spider dare to sneak

The ensuing exchange will lead to certain death on both sides
A feast for the constant emmet below as fang and sting collide
For neither creatures could draw themselves away
naming destiny the onus for their fray

The choice between war and Peace
never their´s to make

Existance as a masterpiece

I´ve skipped shores shamelesssly landing in places
Where the rock was high and jagged, though I climbed
I´ve leapt seas, the crashing waves agree that each land has a face
Wings on the clock as it flies, my accumulated jetlag, just in time

I will land again but in a greater world
One that longs to know my dimensions and magic
Manifesting dreams like sunsets across the dusky sky
And realizing them like an acrobatic dragon before I die

Thursday can´t jump

Admire this Friday night heat
Here at the hammer overcoming htese misunderstandings
Nothing in the well, except you are ready to love
Always dealing and allowing a banker of sorts

That I admire that subtle power, the one that crushes frustration
That moves you on to new amazing thoughts like a train on love
I admire trust and what brings out the best in us, as if thursday jumped
Life in essence naturally aware

Bliss won´t save you though
It´s nothing more than a crawl space last working day of the week
Trouble is the one teacher fickle but eagle
Evolving common people in the heat

Not all of life
that key made of bad thoughts, mind static and imbalance
That´s the key to astray, Friday night door, distress your dream
Fun land where more can be learned in realms of chãos where you ricochet between between the poles of emotion

Love compassion and good sense dominate fully
Unprotected these reservoirs keep growing like the heat
Friday night feeling subsides it´s illogical allies
lacked the energy to guide

Care full

Wearing that armour

all the blades are inside

caring about the laughter

After each deride

Hooks for their opinions

when they´ve all shit for brains

They say your ego is an onion

each layer quite insane

Fear

I see your fear
Let it down man
you won´t convince anyone
I see your desperation

What is so important you need to tell us now
what illuminates from you isn´t bible verse
but fear from the heart of you

Don´t stand away
or make those big claims
what are you afraid of, if the heavens are behind you?

Hear me let your fear subside
for you cannot cure or convert a single soul
because in fear you confide

Don´t fracture or rip when the feeling ebbs
Rest your Faith in good truth
No medieval slogans

Buried under a shopping mall in São Paulo

Look for the solution
There's a pattern to each revolution
An old riddle that few have time to squeeze
to reveal meaning

We've innovated the concept of anything lewd
We need someone to blame for our uncaring attitudes

Easy answers are like slogans
T shirt words and lyrics to
the most common folk songs
It's philosophy flavor low cholesterol

Black and white footage of the way they use to dictate
Presidents a symbol a target, she's our scapegoat escape

Oh slip back into those great games
and teams and identities
memorize the defeats and victories
Give your life a color and a meaning

Water restrictions when it's flooding, focus on sports
25 reais just to go to the beach, as the noble ones extort you

So what's your opinion worth if you've never reflected
voting for the death penalty and screaming in church that god resurrected
Fear seems to drive through you like a dictator in a city
Flags flying symbols and colors you don't even know the meaning of

We need anti-contraception priests to give us sexually transmitted disease
Can we get widows to wear black and poor states to remain in lack.

But you clap and salute because of your passion to gesture
Your indifference is tons of sidewalk rubbish that festers
There's no medication for your lack of concentration
Your church is fun, your team won it's simply time for celebration

Another ton of trash on the street rotting in the damn heat
Oh Mum and Dad buy me a ticket for Miami

Those fires near the cresent

When I put my hands together
When I contemplate the milky way
I feel that strange force surge
I feel the planet´s sway

Compassion can´t be simply dropped on people like bombs
 So that they inhale and might feel for another human being

Those fires on our precious Earth burn on
fueled by the rage and indifference
If we only have one life time on this ball in space
Perhaps it might be righteous not to disgrace

If Godliness and Holiness are attained through good deed and not preach
Maybe Faith could move fanatics to create Peace

Mercy because the violence they impose creates hell on Earth
And our thoughts and actions just make it worse
Pride and dogma and middle eastern curses
That make humans forget to consider one life´s Worth

Lay down your gun, there´s nothing to say
Pray for this lost ball in the milky way
Heaven won´t come to you, with hate in your heart
Will you submit to evil? As it pulls the world apart?

They say there's no soul

Who in fact is that?
Is it really the person you mention?
Might it be the shadow the reflection?
You left the room knee up and gesturing toward the door

Is it really that person you want to capture for who they are?
Did you color them right?
The photo itself catches the skin
It's pigment

He stepped outside himself they say
and how did he do all that in a day?
So what was he all along?
Could we all be much more that a score of words

Can we agree it's not accuracy
A true person cannot be reduced to a biography
Comic attempts to catch them as they walk out the door
describing those four to five steps before they leave us

Let me turn to you
can I tell you what your shape is?
can you tell me mine?
Kaleidoscope critics finding angles

You make your way to the door
mistaking yourself for movement
All of you for a second
The camera clicked and that was you

Is that you?
Don't walk away or be denial
Without a camera between people
None of those critical eyes

The blue demon

Hey blue teeth demon
Using the darkness of the mind as sanctuary
There's nowhere safe
For this brain is sovereign and loyal

Out you jump to bear your teeth when there's a blessing
Yet none grip in fear at your appearance
Demon you may not take up residence in any mind
Least of all mine

And emptiness comes and goes like rubbish trucks humming along inevitable
But violence of the soul is something that we no longer buy the ingredients for
The blue writing under the sleeping you is a false covenant that you must suffer again
but a fair few nightmares you relive in vain

And as it's blue flame and not yellow
And the thing that lurks is not mystery
but to the truest part of my real spirit it is blasphemy yes blasphemy
Not the wonder of children where new worlds are created

Not the checkerboards of generations giving gifts
even after death... Nay it is none of these spirit bounties
but a destroyer that would lay waste were it not for the strong arm
which pushes the strong hand

The demon which cannot bear the flavor of love
The demon is slowly extinguished writhing
I stamp the last little sign of life out of the demon
It thought there would be space here, yet only for love

Never can it live again here
No amount of turmoil
No whim desire
No fleeting care to flaunt, I put it into the flame from whence it came

Life will be humble
Life will heal me
Life will know I'm not alone
Life is my only hope