fucking & punching

at the end of the walk,
what are we going to grasp?
for all we learn is going to be challenged
at the eyes of the youth, unproven.
we will be detached from reality,
like caricatures of people we once were,
or like heroes fighting blindly for misguided purposes.
we will be a consequence of history and genetics,
and the now young so to be old
will charge the then young, now to be existent,
as the guilty of our enlightening.
because it was not the being who created,
it was the being who has been created,
and who was driven to create.
therefore, creation is a product of itself.
and the one who said creation is indeed relevant
will be revealed ignorant, a product of their time.
a blind hero or heroine throwing punches into the nothing
for the sake of all humanity and living things,
is going to be remembered for all the numbness
of his or her geniality.

RUN TO THE CAGE

Fall again from the upmost height
To reach the bottom of the highest tide
I dive into the waters, so bland
And let the torrent and my spirit blend
Imprisoned within my own sight
I trapped myself into my mind
I run away from the whistling wind, the rising moon and the liberty
I freed myself but I don't want to be free
I want to sink, why can't you just let it be?
Like a ghost ship, at the ocean floor I roam
A derelict, that frightful fish call home
I have enslaved my destiny to the lustful fate of your designations
For one cannot tame the vengeful rage and devastation
Life reclaims from the person
Who has lived alone or sought emancipation
I perceived I don't wish to fight the relentless flow of time
I deceived myself to believe that I don't want to die
Eventually the shadows of your hair have lurked all around me
And I let myself entangle with every breadth
I have swum through the shadows you have cast
It's the warmest darkness I could ever imagine
Like an airplane cuts through the clouds
I tear through the floods that drowned
So many millions of souls
I go against the flow
To reach the bottomest cave
Where I can't feel nothing but your weight
To fulfill my desires, I run away from the surface, I run straight to your cage

THROW THE WORLD AWAY

Look at what I do, I’m at the top of the world
With the wiggle of a finger, I herd all the folks
The flocks are scared of remote controlled cars
They gather in the churches to find their peace
In a picture of a shepherd which I guise as so convincingly
I don’t think the brightest ones will ever shine so far
As to talk to the fainting light of the farthest shining star
Now I’m on the top I know it’s nothing it should feel like
The deepest will I ever built is to tear this shit apart!
I’ll throw this world into the garbage processor
I’ll send it to incinerate, to burn like filthy wastage
It’s so used up and so screwed I don’t know what to do with such a piece of rubbish
Should I refurbish? Or rather blend it and feed it to the fish?
I fought my way to the top of the tallest tree
I am that who hath avoided the wrath god hath laid upon thee
I am the king, I am the almighty god
I am the one, I am everything
I am the puppeteer of the most swollen brains
I am the gloriously hailed lord of the rain
The pi and the theta, the alpha and omega
Just to find out there’s nothing relevant
About this thing of reigning over everyone
I beat everybody to be the emptiest soul in this fucking reality
I give the sheep meaning though here’s only the void of mortality
I feel so unfulfilled to push the weak around
Cause everybody’s scared of a friggin’ plastic toy
I am so annoyed that I’ll have to destroy
When I’m done you can scavenge it from under the filthiest pile of trash
Just another lunatic, poorer hypocrite, to make this world a mess

GOODBYE GREY SKY

Just a little brown mouse among the giant cats
It’s so hard to catch a single breath
How did you find me?
I’ve been feeling so undone
And now I’m way beyond
The act of lying

I’m dying everyday just like every other living thing
In such a simple way to leave this place
I find the sky is so great
So much greater than the entire universe
I gaze upon the mightiest gray
So much prettier than your pretty hair

I’m past the point of dying; the gravity is drawing my body
Towards the darkest black hole within the brightest galaxy
The dark hand of god caresses me, I let it lead, I let it be
It wants to eat my life complete, I want to be one with everything

Digestive starfire, licks my body whole
I melt, I crisp, I’m ground down to nothing more
Than worthless stardust, nameless ashes on tombs afloat
Dispersed throughout entire seas, entire worlds

The gray is so much better then blue
Much better than black, much better than red
Much better than green, much better than purple
Than maroon, then fuchsia, then white
It’s the essence of the conscious being

FOGARÉU

O talo estala no hálito da chama
Enquanto rangem as paredes e o soalho
Na aura incandescente que o fogo emana.

No caos escuta-se da brasa o ralho
E um escarcéu de gritos das cortinas
E sedas agonizando em farfalho.

A escuridão se apodera dos cantos
E dos flancos e quinas cerca as flamas
Famintas e seu fumacê funesto.

As labaredas bafejam grosseiras
E audazes como a lava irrompe rude
Pelo couro da crosta cascalheira.

O sussuro cáustico sopra amiúde
O acinte funéreo ao pé do ouvido
Da carne a crispar-se no crisol que arde.

As fotos e quadros na cresta encrespam
As crassas resinas que derretendo
Em esculturas tenebrosas se estrepam.

O inferno voraz engole o antro que
Inflama agro no ardor acre de vulcão
Que desperto digere vila e bosque.

DESORDEM DO COLAPSO DAS COLÔNIAS

Ah, tomo corpo esquálido da criança,
Tão frágil, tão magro, entre meus braços...
Beijo a fronte rígida, porém mansa,
Tão dessecada... de ríspidos traços...

Numa tosse ela golfa o sopro vital,
E o líquido anêmico me asperge.
É quando há tanta carência de Esprital
Que a minha fútil consciência emerge.

A grita rosna, o rugido ecoa,
A relva cai como a vida escoa.
As montanhas permanecem imutáveis.

E só então é que a areia se mexe,
Ao chão escavar. É um ato de praxe
Evadir-se das penas inexpiáveis.

THE FEELING SQUANDERS

The suns are setting
In the galaxy
There is no ending
For one to see
The thirst is quenching
As time goes by
No throat is bleeding
No tongue is dry

The seas are draining
The planets die
Our hands are waving
Away we fly
The search goes on
We never rest
Nomad, alone
The human chest

Only the memory
Is allowed to thrive
Exchanging painfully
The joy for strife
Yet soon enough
The hearts keep beating
The blood is pumped
Again we’re living

Again we’re leaving
No bonds, no ties
Where is the feeling?
When does it die?

The season’s changing
The rays of light
Are now arriving
From the other side

The sand has patterns
That will be wiped
Only in a photograph
We keep them alive
New ones are drawn
Over the last
Then we move on
No looking back

Do we have to accept?
Is this correct?

ALENTO

Se deixásseis este corpo amanhã
Habitarias finalmente aqui dentro
Veria-te sempre, aqueceria-me
Com teu calor dentro do meu peito
E não do outro lado do meu mundo
E não apenas quando estivéssemos fisicamente perto
E não apenas quando a imagem do teu sorriso me tocasse
E não apenas quando tua mão me afagasse
E não apenas quando precisássemos forçar as bordas dos nossos corpos
Porque tu existirias através de mim
Tu farias o bem pelas minhas mãos
Tu andarias na Terra com as minhas pernas
Eu me tornaria em ti, de tanto que te quereria
E viverias... até que ambos estivéssemos livres...
Mas é melhor assim
Porque, mesmo que só sinta amor
No próprio ato de amar
Prefiro por ti ser amado, do que forçosamente te amar
Porque me faz feliz saber que podes amar
E, se podes amar, de mim podes sentir amor.

PROCELA

Destruidoras ondas espiralam impetuosas,
Junto ao chilrear dos ventos bramindo nefastas!
Erguem as trombas d’água sibilando furiosas
E imponentes sobre a cruel torrente que arrasta!

A escura cor do mórbido azul pelágico
Encobre a superfície hostil com horrenda tinta,
Que negra reluz por sob o manto célico
Da turbulenta, aterradora tormenta!

A borrasca fustiga a areia que a ventania
Vergasta, o tornado flagela os penedos,
Flagela as fragas que fazem à praia companhia!

A natureza ruge, desgasta o rochedo,
O estraga, lima, fere, no frêmito o arranha,
Choca a desentranhar de si o agressivo medo!

ANTILUZ

Resplandecente aura que asperge o cosmos
De tinta negra, como um revolto mar
Noturno, a reter navios nos ermos
Colossais, escuros e frios, a assomar
Monstruoso, gigante, inexorável...
És a impassibilidade voraz, faminta
De calor a devorar o universo!

Buraco negro, escuro antifóton,
Alumia o pesar, esmorece a alegria!
No teu leito profundo vozes ressoam
Ainda! Geme o planeta da tua ébria
Loucura, a o engolir insaciável,
A sufocar o grito e a revolta
Nos terrores e horrores mais diversos!

Indolente miasma, marasmo da alma!
Do caos das prefulgências reverbera,
Perturba a superfície maritma,
No funéreo vácuo ecoa, à severa
Escala foge, perpassa inaudível.

Permeia a galáxia com a sombra estulta,
Na torpe penumbra esconde o perverso.

Antítese da esperança, estagna
A pulsação, amolece os músculos,
Adormece o espírito, acanha
O louvor, absorve o brilho, o ósculo
Sorve, nos deixa a carne perecível,
A carcaça morta, vazia e funesta!
Do lume nos leva ao sentido inverso!

Irradia do pélago da celeste
Origem, da escuridão primitiva...
Desde o início embebe as dolentes vestes
Em óleo escuro, na viscosa saliva
Etérea, no ectoplasma inextinguível!
Matéria escura, matéria esquisita!
Em si permeia o espaço-tempo imerso!

Ruge em contrações, ronca o sono morto
No esquife do fundo abismo atlântico,
Que contém o tempo, guardado no extinto
Âmbar da Gênese, no titânico
Altar... És registro da hora inefável
E primordial, ouve-se de ti a grita,
No oceano o choro batismal submerso!