30 men(scared boys)

These men know the rules of football, oh how they care!
Yet they pretend not to know the rules of life after one beer
They play bravely on the field steady under the coaches cursing
and pray furiously in church spiritually thirsty

Thirty men who don´t lament their mistakes on life's highway
celebrate the worst of their sins as if they were achievements in a way
With effort and fervor they ruined a teenage girl, one more to their list
Men without mothers or daughters even without sisters

Thirty men show the world how strong and macho their sort
to the sickos who believe that rape is a sport
to be a man as synonymous with to hurt and humiliate
No mercy for the human being whose rights they violate
These dirty men, maliciousness their trait

In this sad story only one question won't abate
The confused people who give support to such brutality
Should they be called men? Or in reality...
Little scared boys products of apathy and calamity

Trinta homens(meninos medrosos)

Trinta homens que sabem as regras do futebol
Que fingem que não sabem as regras da vida depois de uma cerveja
Que jogam corajosamente no campo
E rezam fervorosamente na igreja

Trinta homens que não lamentam seus erros nas pistas das suas vidas
e comemoram os piores pecados como se fossem conquistas
Capricham em arruinar uma menina adolescente, mais uma na sua lista
Homens sem mãe, sem filha e nem irmã

Trinta homens mostram que se acham macho e bem forte
Pros outros doentios que acreditam que estrupro é um esporte
Que ser homem é sinônimo de agredir e machucar uma menina
Que não tem pena do ser humano que seus feitos violam
Esses homens sujos que não se auto controlaram

Para essa história triste só resta uma pergunta importante
essa pessoas confusas que deram apoio a tal brutalidade
devem ser chamados homens? Ou na realidade,
são meninos medrosos produtos de indiferença e calamidade?

He advised me on my foolishness

To see fools everywhere yet not know
your own foolishness
To profess in popular quotes
until listeners ears feel as strangled throats

Life has many a mire
And your quest even more obstacles
as you crave to be admired
Topsy turvy to turn out some wisdom

But it´s just another pool of quick sand
A long term bath in your own misunderstanding
convince yourself heartily in the mirror first
Irritating the clever and contenting idiots a gray nurse

And each time you reach for the powder
that pixy dust you call wisdom
Each time your pride has a "prove you wrong" spasm
you widen your well thought out ugly chasm

In your heart
where the neighborhoods are the nicest
Foolishness resides rent free
and predictably next to it´s compatible vices

The ones your too busy
giving advice, to see

Fear and inspiration

Fear and inspiration
the colors of their flags
Colors of freedom and dictation
The polished leather and ripped up rags thereof

Fear itself the much dreaded oppression
Freedom the child laugh and dog tail wag
Fear drains us of all vital creation
Freedom frees us from the nightmare bag

And much of our freedom perishes under fear
Where will we find the inspiration to be bold and care
 and much of our freedom often squashes fear
So any dream, any size, we´ll find it right to dare

Three packs for the journey

Tip of the swamp on a good day
Path up hill with three packs
each one full
detours for every highway

And that question hangs over us
Is life a highway or a stairwell
and to the stairwell we go
surveying the spaces between floors

As we climb or fall each step a word in a call
from a family member warning us
To a shop attendant reminding us to pay
Paintings on the wall temporary appeal

Tip of the swamp to the high table desert
some oasis in store for me

The landscape of love

That yellow hill
The waves and ripples across it's beautiful expanse
It's been like a drop of Everest to those obsessed mountaineers
The yellow hill whose aroma tempts me and haunts me

I dream of it and use part of the day to imagine holding it in my hand
Like when I was twelve ready to ascend the first hill behind the orchard
all could be seen, all was revealed and the land like my woman's body
was on display to me, was a vision given to me

The biggest present god had given to me after life
The yellow hill that I indulged in for every blade of grass
The rounded charm of those evergreens that cover the top
I would ponder delicious just looking at it from my childhood window

That yellow hill with every curve shaped as if chiseled by me
What a privilege that I may touch when whim aligns
That I may caress and through hour of toil pine
Desire shone it's sweet light on me

Of the few things I cherish, this kindness the most
That beautiful hill of which my sweet heart is host

A grin in the woods

One as strange as you Elijah
One whose sensitivities are worn across that changing grin
That supermarket sign of a grin Elijah
That part of you that shamelessly advertises

It's not for your height
Nor your strength
It's not for your intellect although it can spell "appeal"
It's that provocative grin and the restless spirit behind it

With such volume does a peasant as I, hear your irony
through your grin
It deafens me, yet still qualifies you above the hoard
of mediocre celebrities

Yes a study you are, avoiding Tarantino fists
and Peter Jackson kicks
And through it all that grin
Lashing across their questioning faces

Oh Elijah longing to be your own man
To grow an imposing vocal chord, speak and win
Be your own producer, abandon the monotony
Of that cheeky grin

Don't get burnt

I break into the tornado
The giant cyclone
I the lone heater
The gut splitter tuning the radio

Never flinching when life blows
never falling failing or staying low
I, with the sun warm
Burning from the day I was born

Lone captain, world's my cake
here in the green and yellow fighting the grey
 one million pessimists face me each day
I drink not a drop of their dismay

They invite me to sit and feel glum
until I'm like them, halfway to no one
I simply breathe and release, I always overcome
cause like the breeze I succeed where the wind fell stunned

Why the predator looks on toward you, the loyal part of this scared herd
I'm treading on convention, and burning the nests of all you sour birds
Disbelievers glum and forced to deceive, look to me huh I don't deal that line of relief
Look up and see my reflection I was always there
Dark and light doesn't stop the bullet that spins and whirrs

That turns into each heart that longs for greatness
Despite the cynics the depressives and their diabolical mother-fucking hurricanes

Look up and have the courage and know the sky
Or put it down like the fungus that believes it's own lies
This kingdom these hours that were given to you
This present this marvelous revelation called life
The thing you handed over to indifference
Like a sidewalk begger

From the first floor I sparked
Then I spread to all four decorated corners
Now I'm crawling to the second floor with my tongue up the walls
Showing your fear like that on the stairs was like pouring gasoline,
the shrieks and tears
Now I'm up the third like a serpent, paints melting like shilling giver hearts
and I've become too hot and hurried as the fire department stops and starts

Buddha and your strip of the highway

Buddha´s lifeless body on the pyre
I can´t describe life to you, so be patient
The sandal wood catches fire
You´ll have to live it without a definition, be gracious

And the hay that you have been bailing dry and sun soaked
I can´t tell you how sacred your labor is
A spark is all it takes for everything to go up in smoke
You masked, caged, actor lost in your role for existance

In a new life Buddha pulls his cart along
nothing but spare parts and a song
Into the traffic like a bee into the hive
giving true thanks for each day alive

In your new life,
 your car has stalled and gas is down to a liter
now it´s coasting backwards, you are stuck in your seat
You are further from your goal just take it and breathe
navigate life´s terrain times of difficulty and ease

Buddha´s machine gun laugh aroused my intensive care
I don´t want one definitive path between love and fear
I want to see everything... be everywhere

Happy mother's day Anne

Happy mother's day

I have a "thank you" for you

Not one I wait in the hallway with to give you

not one I'm ashamed to hold before I give you

One that has all the corners and shapes

that appreciation has

The overwhelming size as great

as cherishing

From the candy land at K mart

When I was but a child

To the day I left your house

and said my goodbyes

A special Thanks

A bunch of my words

for a square of your heart

Nothing more than a son's admiration

happy mother's day Anne

Just a glance in the rearview

As midday swings around so do cousins
Together outside food shops deciding what to eat by the dozen
It breaks the awkward moments and god assigned the sun to shine at this particular hour

Very few reserves for tables and less for pavement
The hunger in the stomach not as strong as the craving
To move from these dilapidated food stalls to human assigned vias for transport

As the afternoon grinds the sky down to grey
The hunger to move is as intense as the hunger to get paid
Yet the car slides back down the hill and the company assigned breaks fail

When it suddenly kicks into gear
Impatience drives us to run a red light and realize one fear
That each day is a destructive bonfire preventing our meditation

There´s a place for you in the chaos

Love is such a gift
Yet life the extremes of daily life shake us
and sometimes there´s just no consolation
Dawn breaks you and the cold explodes you

There is a seat for you on the bus
one on the train and space on the stained sidewalk
There´s a pair for you out there waiting
Your eyes skimming the streets for a sale

Your heart on the rail
Love is a gift
life is extreme each time it shifts
There´s consolation away from the sun

Colonized

It was a bee hive in the sky
Descending with more fire power than the sun
And now they own everything
Their grand crafts drawing patterns into the clouds

We witness as metal breeds with itself
a new era for the Earth, we look at the sky helplessly
this widespread swarm of technologically advanced alpha-kind
Our dream was also violence, war humms between the laywers of our atmosphere

The surreality of the world in transition
we will taste the flavor of their fuel´s fumes
 as they run over us and cull us
Some ruling class in the galaxy