sexta-feira, 3 de julho de 2026

To want the world

 Its not enough to want the world
For I would like even more
Its not enough to change your mind
This way that way what should I guess

Talk about like its sealed fate
Like theres no chance involved
that is just a set progression
Then I see you pray steady

palm on palm
I want to won the whole mountain
I'll never sell the farm.

quinta-feira, 2 de julho de 2026

The world through a tangerine skin

 Orange peel tiny little polished dents 
covered yellow and green outside
Stringy white skin waste within
Each piece has been consumed

The ripped mess on the table
Once contained something juicy
Now dry and webby
completely empty

I look at how the skin holds itself up
Somewhere in the middle something golden once sat
That could kill thirst and attempt satiety
I tip it into the rubbish bin for the hollowness troubles me






Firebird

 See her on the metal
well she bounces through my mind
She picks up the world and bounces it
she bounces it off her thighs
she stares like cream

See her across the morning
steals every minute of it
harnesses the sun
Extraordinary phoenix
Regal form calls

ever expanding phoenix
Burn me back into existence


Unreachable Poseuse

 Above the stairway
Posing for God
The colored ties on arms
Above the steel

Speak with body
bold and intimidating
opening eyes and mind
Echoing in imagination

Haunt the dawn
End these dreams
Enter my power
Push me forward

Declare in the way
Give me that stance
Haunt these cloudless days
compound me expand me

 


quarta-feira, 1 de julho de 2026

Derivative Mimickery

The boys and girls chose their clothes
changed their images
Integrated the popular new themes
the choreography took place

Pieces on a game board
Repeating the done
Presented as a Novelty
Perfecting these trends

Ignoring the similarities
Doubling down on the hackney
One step forward two back
Rhythm leaching authentic heart beat


Grenades for lunch

 Recreations was washing and hand grenades
Snack and boom
shrapnel a handful
a stomach full of

Friends and dirty washing
The air explodes
Lunch box empty 
grenade oes rolling

Pin is out
Time to three
Time to shatter
Burst out



terça-feira, 30 de junho de 2026

How to twist the truth

 I had the truth within my hands
I sculpted it wisely with tricks
Until it looked a lot more grand
More clicks, crunches and moxy

Now it's in the shape of an elaborate lie
Thawed just right for a hot pan fry
I had this fresh fillet of the truth
It has spice, punch and savory groove

I had the truth bent it almost broke it
Now its in the shape of a lie
I tried to use it to comfort others
most of them ended up crying