Tiny ambition

He lay by the creek and what a day
free bamboo just wavering in the wind
long stems hitting each other
slowing the breeze through some strange green conflict
surfing it over the creek and sending out flecks of shade
He lay there and hummed oblivious

He accidently whistled to the life in the middle of that bamboo
Tunes that had taken the lunchtime air at the local school
dreams of greatness that mirred and blurred in the water
as it passed by his worriless head

The sun a blanket to hold him on the banks
as his mind stirred with every possibility
And the magic that seemed to make each idea fall into place
He would appear with a pocket full of spinny

Dip and swing each personality
Until inside out they follow as a society soon learns to
and be king over it all, emperor even!
The school corridor´s hoarded teens would bow
And the bullies would obey

selling them their identities
crazy addiction and obsessions form
Like the bamboo over the creek
levying the water
shading it and growing over it

All born of a tiny ambition

For all norns, all lacks and every abundance(Pai do universo)

Long play
Thin cheeks delivered to the after life
Bottled up, raised and bruised that way
The impact of life shaping his face oh
If that weren´t enough he went chasing trouble

Thrown into the cosmos at a transformative speed
Why can´t he be given heaven
Why can´t he experience the bright chance
Through the stars up there
All god´s plan and promise

Love in us, cleans us
Flushes us out
Means so much when we remember
Love that can bring us back from death oh
but their faith´s little and bitterness is high as the tide

So forgive us god
Our poor hearted family of the earth
Our pockets overflowing
give us the compassion to meet the dollar
Give us the care for our brothers known and unknown

Remind us of love when we are stubborn
Protect him overall
The cycle of life, love and eternity
Spinning about your head up there lord
Don´t let us be those meglomaniacs

beg as I may
No interest have I in your degree of hearing
It is my own soul that needs to hear and see these words
as they make their way into this world
That I may know I threw something out there of reverence

That I the small amateur should aim so high
When the aftertaste of the world is tasted as fresh as the gutter
Yet my tastebuds could still join my tongue in saying thank you for everything
The harshnesses produced from being unaware
The ability to continue to care

 Truth
Faith-
 Eternal aspiration

Killer and the bird

The killers exposed, spread out through the showroom floor
Among the clothes and the exhibitions the shop core
The bird well hidden, killers sore

The killers holding their guns and smirking at the clerks
Around the building slowly making an escape work
Catastrophe bird is confronted by the killers

The killers shameless laughter runs up the building's exterior wall
No graffiti yet as one killer pulls a pistol with calm
He shoots the bird in the arm

Injured it may appear to the killers' inspired eyes and ears
But the first letter formed up the wall, striking fear
and the bird grew an inch

Another letter formed on the wall and then a wing
The bird grew another 5 inches
The killer flinches

Suddenly the bird a game is blazing one meter over the killer hot and in flames
His wound still bleeding yet a symbol forms on the wall like a plan
And a blade as ugly as the wound formed in the bird hand

The bird cut the killer down three times through the torso as if to cut beef to dine
Still alive the killer pleaded but all the bird did was form the peace sign
It formed on the wall and so did the alphabet of justice

The synthetic

You'll go far brave robot
Not built out of metal
Nor chess piece wood
Placed and utilized

We wonderful tools
Here to solve the world
Let the possibility of fantasy
Rage hard against the dance floor membranes

Of our ever desiring minds

Complaining is that sweet reward
Great cars are sold as if the full lifestyle
Windows greasy with emission filled drizzle
The advertising that makes you a hero

Nuts and bolts bouncing around in the noggin
The truth is the robot can never be self aware
So long as the screen has conquered his stare
So click like with your robot hand

Worker ants under fascism

If I was the world's enemy and every mind and heart worked to crush me

I'd dim the lights and fix dinner on the express train toward humble

Expressionless in their hateful glows and scornful mumble

smiling elbows no doubt not needing cheers

Hating as a hobby, well nurtured fear

A million who've taken it up without making a choice

And the handful who chose it as a career

People pay for the decay of their own hearts and voice

Eyes adjusted by a nice tone of fresh brainwash

scandals that'd contrast their beliefs well hidden

Kicked off with another brick of rhetoric "smash"

Spat in the gutter working class mutter sudden

Certificate holding cons

sound-biting their way into popularity with rants

Instead of righting wrongs

Conspiring to occupy the worker ants

Devouring talent in a cannibal trance

A complex code of flattery and snobbery

Time was the coveted resource for robbery

And a system for the masses guaranteeing non-advance

The life cycle of lost youth

In the car
Supposedly off to see the angels
Clocks hogging the skies
Passenger's face sore
Anger fist and ripped ticket

Right at the entrance of heaven of all places!

So night pretends to know me
Friday wants to do business
And bright white chili's are burning themselves
on the way to my mouth

Doing the limbo as twilight get's the courage to appear

The car halts to a grind, colorful cal-de-sac
And off we go again as the road opens up
Some are born with a martyr in the heart
It's not my cup of coffee

Yet I have no excuse for lashing out

Flaming roosters all day times have vanished
The lights all grin
The sound of a pond crowded with horny frogs
I travel with color back to my birth

Damp ones

The fatherless fallen and demoted
Tis a world without mercy
world so lacking in compassion
and all excuses are held bible firmly

They come from across the swamp bleak and animal
Frowns that I must scrub into smiles
And the kings convict them and condemn them
And the world helps shun them

But I rip the curtain
And appeal to high god
For these broken men should live on
taste the sweetest flavors of destiny

And in the low forests in their minds
Wrought with foul creatures
Should we not give them dreams
The ones that are clasped like swords
To slay the beasts that surround them

Alas they feed the beasts
from the fodder of the highest and most pompous
their coveted posts
The carcass falls half eaten to the fatherless
They look up like blinded martians invaded

My hand is always here
to the swamp bleak and animals
Ignored people pushed to one side
In no one trust, in no one confide

Get a promotion Joe

The coin that spins on time
The urge for song and rhyme
desires suave currency
A chunk of your life sacrificed for it all

The movie brand blue sky
The happy tears that superstars cry
Gratitude grips the trophy
And thank you speeches remain lofty

The panel glimmers
reflects a lifestyle a winner
Ambition wakes you gravely
Bills and family
back you go to sleep like a baby

The post above is a crystal glass
A quarter full of arrogance is a must
Progress dictates you drink
Three quarters of ass kissing bubbly pink

You are just about as good as branded
a good head a cattle low demand
Conformity must be exciting
promotion Christmas Santa Disneyland
Ice cream in heaven my down to earth servant.

The truth about light and dark

The dark and the light squabble
They fight over the late afternoon...
aggressively
We can all pick sides, pretend we are not both

Love those serene interiors all pale all the time, all the way
Settle in to the planned light and shadow lack on white clay

In a room full of round objects unhealthily clean
Not an edge or corner can be seen there
and pale light can get into or under anywhere
Now that's a hell excessive, a no exit adult daycare

Love those artistic paintings three strokes of red
Multi dabble patch in the background, inspiration bled
quasi abstract and hoping to remain unsaid
A communist pond fishless but cluttered
A catholic pool predictably devoid of color

Now spring has taken the hemisphere charmingly
The light agrees with dark for the day in harmony
shaking hands upside down over the sunset
Winter was a tedious film editor long cuts of night
Developing everything with less participation of light

Love those long shadows that never deflate
 superheroes wear and call capes
Never truly giving in to the visual truth of samaritanism
Our minds crave an accessory to keep us in the prison
Imposed as fantasy against our soft needy confusion
ooohh swing me deep in your arms illusions

For light white and dark black do conspire
hark they do every earthly day
for the truth is possessed
by the haze in grey