Frightening muse

She turns her head.
I´ve seen the light
that her aura shed.
She makes me feel like I´ve a bomb
in my chest.
How can i fight?
Near her I feel blessed.
She spreads a smile across her face,
a reason to love right.
A thousand dreams chase,
the definition of pining after her.

She turns her head,
such grace feminine and fine.
The rest of her haunts me and
leaves an imaginary sweet taste.
She intrigues and mystifies,
near her my admiration is fear laced.
Afterall noone adores the idea of being
denied a second time.

Make me whole(middle east)

Between deserts I die.
I´ve been a corpse floating on the Nile
the water rolling my body.
The leeches behind my eyes make me seem lively.
The eels under my clothes make you think I´m moving.
Yet I´m splitting at the limbs and I´m bound for Egypt.
I´ll be in pieces by the time I hit the mediterranean.
I´ll call on the middle east to sew me together
like so many ripped apart countries.
I´ll call the brother hood to drop the agenda.
Iran to procure threads of tolerance.
Syria the fabric of peace.
Israel a drop of compassion.
I´ll look back into my lifeless body and find a soul
to make me whole again.

Love your nightmares(laugh at the attempt)

Love your nightmares,
they´ll break the chains on your mind.
They´ll drywash the darker areas
of your grey matter.
Yeah love it, for life is a matter
of minutes or hours away.
The nausea of morning awaits
the pressure and lack.
That build you up to knock you down
thumping infatuation for someone else.
Yeah stay in the bad dream knowing it fiction
like a movie.
And laugh at the subconscious´ attempts to
dismay us more than being awake.
(No rhyme here just prose so if you don´t like it
there´s cheap cucumber sandwiches down at the dirt
and switch station get thrilled and filled like fish on it.)

The game was rough(Jogo sujo inglês)

The game was sticks and stones.
Friends were hard to come by.
Between the abandoned city and the football field
treachery and failure worked like well payed lawyers.

The game was hit ´em hard
my only friend couldn´t help me stuck on his
mothers lap.
Players from the other team threatened me with death.

They were all like hyrogliphic birds beating
their heads together like drums.
Summoning their inner devils for an atrocity.

Yellow fever(english version)

Dense forest looks like there´s no way out.
I´m tired of hunting the gorgeous panther.
My hunger and my thirst are like thunder crashing.
Dragging my heavy ideas to the edge of the swamp.
Where I will drink the murky water
and fish for scarcity.
There humidity and mosquitos worship me,
kissing my shoulders and turning me into a gold statue
without a cure.
I´m dizzy now, afflicted with so much flattery
and inflammed bites.
 

Definition of solitude

When you connect with others
you can feel yourself pretending.
The smile as lacking in meaning as the conversation.

Slowly you end up
inevitably offending.
Awkward silence conquers each situation.

So I write with not much more
than fingers and dictionaries.
Tragically absorbing myself
like a starving stomach, like a sick canary.

Face glued to the screen trying to string words 
together with alittle meaning.
Outcomes my bias, the pidgeon hole and my
political leaning.

Back into myself I go
hours by myself,
I know between me and the world there´s a feud.
No friends and now not even a muse.
I conclude this mediocre rhyme
with a definition of solitude. 

Simple life no appeal

Here we go again writing something
that might get me published.
 Alas my dreams of being a fully fledged
writer look like rubbish.

Simple life and no appeal,
best friends with my casually dressed
routine how do I feel?

I´ll keep writing and when I´m
dead I´ll be read.
I´ll never know how people saw me
or if they cared!

This simple life has no appeal whatsoever
I should forget the mundane and become clever.