sexta-feira, 5 de junho de 2026

Confidence and delusion

 Confidence
I'll put up a wall
Spray paint my every strength
My every quality

I'll never let you see the other side
And you'll accept me
Love me and need me
Deluded

Confidence
I'll exaggerate every achievement
Show you me at my best
Then hide my real self

I'll never let you see me sick or weak
In panic or in pain
I'd hate to interrupt
your delusion

Confidence
I walk with my head up and back straight
I ignore the fear that crawls like a tarantula
Up my spine toward the soft part of my neck

I'll never let you know just how afraid I am
I just show the world how strong I could be
Cloaking so many strange defects to keep you
deluded

quinta-feira, 4 de junho de 2026

Into each other's world

 Looking at the world
Our special preferences
our lacks
Our excesses
The things we think bragworthy

When you hear me speak
When i hear myself
When I feel the urge to convince
Yet I don't buy the argument I'm pushing
So the gas dies down the fire goes out

we agree to disagree
I cannot convert you
looking into your world
Your special preferences
Abundance
Drought

When I hear you speak to me
When I can hear you
I feel the urge to believe you
Yet I don't have any reason to
Besides your dying smile



Imposing desires

 I focus 
Just on my desires
Stung and weighted by ambition
Aloneness manifests like a large shape

I create my doctrine
Strip the world of all irrelevant
And build my reality with the piece I find worthy
Wealth and love flow this way

What is all this effort
Just leave space in my heart
Patience in my mind
Needing growth

Desires overwhelm
ambition drives me past my limit
leaves it's marks on me
it brands the bricks of my construction


Lemes e Lona

 He painted on truck canvas
The soot and wear and tear evident
He dreamed colors onto it

The dust and oil stains embedded
Like life and its traumas
reoccuring nightmares

Desires in a glass bowls
Wild oversweet fruit
euphoric visions

Imagine how far they'd gone
the distances they were carried
Married to the frame

flapping in the wind
between cities
absorbing the rains and sun

Then absorbing all of the keen craftings of art

 from one man's mind and heart

Anticipation and infancy

 He sat on the sofa.
his father came in and placed a wrapped gift into his hands.
He unwrapped it carefully. 
The mother, father and brother's attention stayed on him.
As his expression changed from anticipation to glee.

Feelings overwhelmed the child
An intensity almost uncontainable.
His legs kick up and he jumps off the sofa.
To celebrate in his own rendition of free dancing.
His laughter rising and falling with unrestrained joy.

Awkward yet magic his boots beat the floor.
As he holds the gift up,
as if he recieved the whole universe,
as if some miracle had taken place.
He looks back toward his parents and grins.

The choreograph burden

 The children rehearse for their dance
part of them believes that it will be exciting and rewarding
The other part of themselves dread the stage and the light
Feeling the obligation of their dance teacher and parents

Through the corridors around the atrium
Last minute visits to the bathroom
Checking with each other
Checking with themselves

One follows another into the great hall
ignoring their own shivers and timidness
Finding their spot to stand and wait for the music
Ignoring the eyes from the audience at all costs

quarta-feira, 3 de junho de 2026

The chocolate chip cookie in heat

 The chocolate chip goes soft
getting turned on instead of off
There's heat coming from somewhere
Exchange aspirations and fears

Don't let shame make you a lier
Share dreams and nightmares
Fantasies and unmet desires
There's heat coming from somewhere

The cookie itself absorbs the heat the oven lit
It's softness surrounds the pieces of chocolate
Little dark sweet blobs that are turning liquid
The lips get close the mouth mode enveloping
The teeth above and below gates opening

Is this what comfort is a thought shouts randomly
Is this what sensual teasing gets us another rambles
Is the cookie a metaphor for something one craves
The dough more akin to the mundane
The chips a climax filled and drained