domingo, 30 de setembro de 2012

time in 4 walls

he just turned 25 to life, an accessory knife to the crime. young boy cries in the howl bowl in the corner, four walls pressing his chest. young boy turns tables in order to rest. groovy mate stands there watching, keeping his score going right. young bro can't keep still, all the boy wants is his pill. groovy mate thinks he stands nothing to gain, when turning 25 to life, precious time wasted is a crime.

terça-feira, 25 de setembro de 2012

don't come easy

Sleep doesn't come easily every night, but when it comes, all is safe, glowing, dream and wind. Emotions aren't all of the same kind. There are motions, rotations and revolutions. I do try to wish a good morning to a passerby or thank the rising sun every once in awhile — ungrateful bastards! Relax and walk across the room, have a glass of water and take it easy.
Sometimes everything is safe, glowing, dream and wind. Sometimes it is not. I do allow some time, step back and let myself redeem, though.

quarta-feira, 12 de setembro de 2012

eye shape thing

look at those rounded shapes,
they are frightening!

there are big eyes looking at me.
my friend said that the delirious path to heaven

was born out of devotion and fear.

and that is what your eyes think.
I called you the shepherd friend.

Hollow shapes of halos and visions
took me away from the spinning unreasonable reason.
while my wild iris was hurting me!

my friend said you chose me and that those were
the colours and shapes of my dreams.

Do take a little breath, and sink into the unknown with me,

hands in pain and eyes in sand, perhaps.