NIRVANA
Nas sombras do teu soluço Eu me camuflo em Ser
De repente, uma serpente Sopro de vida enfim
Nova renovada, teu choro conduz ao extrair-me Sossegando em teu afago me removo
Ao mesmo tempo que me pertenço aqui
Em ti
Descomunal enfermidade, nocauteia para então erguer à palmas de glória
Venerando a si, nós em febril estado de emoção uniforme
Por hora vangloriei-me-ei
Em vigor de prestar o bom feitio, a não mais digitalizar em memória mandando embora o que há de e sempre foi ruim
Ao fluir em conversação madura
Percebo que a sua conservação nula
Me condena também ao inexistir
Peço raízes, enraizem-me em molduras Espelhadas no plantio da tua cor
E nesse acaso de perdão à abundância por amor Incondicionalmente confio e aceito
Onde eu termino e a natureza renasce
Dentro de mim
Agradecer.
HOLLOW EPIPHANY
Rays of gray in array
shadows dismissed, I lay in darkness
Fragile, tormented, conflicted with speech
My thoughts run wild like those alarmed horned deers
staggering in danger, alert to all that abides
I run in circles, pebbles to petals to cut my feet
My arms misplaced over my consciousness pulling all hairs
strangling to my own neck
I feel, I can feel
But where lies my sight, the dark ensembles with the whole no ego drive
I stand and feel, but I can’t see
I can breathe, but I can’t fully exist
I run fractured with no ease to a possible escape
Yet.
I hear a light, it is coming from within
She is climbing down my neurons whispering words I can’t fully understand
Sighs and whistles, a cry to sacrifice
Sanctified, a crowned lone soldier
She deciphers the means of my name, and sounds a calling
an echoed long whisper, vibrating the lowest frequencies against the walls of my skull
triggering my molecules to not succumb to the forbidden dance of defeat.
As a bell in the distance announces something is supposed to be
supposedly a happening within the victimized intruder in me
I’ll allow.
She, the bright, me the servant
Her face appears from within the black air
the first sight I’ve encountered since a day I can no longer recall
She is bright alright, a sight to bring tears to my dilated pupils
Resembles me in every aspect of decay and ambition
fully covered in thoroughly tanned layers of my skin
Her eyes singing amidst the cheek bones on each side of Her slightly crafted nose
singing a hymn, the only thing She knew and possessed that I did not
Something about awakening, some things about growth.
aS roots neatly tied with strength around my ankles
pulling me through those pebbles
revealing the damp live Earth beneath the soles of my feet.
I screech in incredulous pain but not for long, as that damp earth shortly heals the scrapes on my bones.
painted black and purple, blue, freshly knitted by the broken shards of glass that surrendered to the ground all the way from my heart.
Bright as light, bright Light.
singing the song of me, as I am She and She is the mirror.
I am locked in a mirror room.
I am locked in this room.
I am.
Here.
I remember now, how I got here in the first place.
That veil Plague I once adored.
The one that kept me in bed for 378 days in a row.
IT consumed every particle of my being
every serif in my words.
IT got me thinking this to be the world I inhabit.
This. IT. Us.
Us?
We, us?
aS iT ceased to exist soon we seized to die.
IT rambled down the dirt road with excuses up to the loins.
Loins misplaced over glaze in a day. oR NIGHT.
DAY AND NIGHT.
iT consumed itself and had me for dessert.
378 days in a row.
As IT devoured all that my metaphysical body could portray
iT left iTs bowel for me to deal with and went on to plant more deceitful seeds.
Seeds.
Seed.
See.
Yes now I can finally see.
I’m my nuisance as I’m my heroine.
All along, I’m the LOVE I feel unconditionally.
for her pretty little green eyes
her purple toned hair
her soft yet large palms
the way she smiled when I was there
her sunflower eyes
the wisdom in her smell
Her round shaped lips, layered like stacked freshly picked strawberries
bright red, bright, light.
She is light.
as, I am.
she may substantially be the gatekeeper to my cure
but the real one that matters is, me as my own.
Matter is Me as my own.
Me as my own.
on my own.
my own.
Me.
CURSED
pinned down by the minute
cursed to love you forever.
What to do with the rotten moldy piece of shit heart that I still have.
merely beating, merely keeping me standing.
Crumpled in a bag of coagulated blood and dead skin.
Decaying as I breathe.
To make her laugh at sunrise and sigh in love when the moon drops down to the face of the earth.
laying in bed in the dark of night obliging to the love that maintained us full yet ill.
Curled up in the sentiment of young loving souls.
How can you trust your feelings.
When they can just disappear like that?
Intoxicated by the promises of the evening.
Cease her, seize her, see her, seizure.
The ceasing and the seizure.
The pleasure.
All gone.
We dig for a grave
to find stones already imprinted
no more space for embedding our mentions
the dark impoverishes the sight of us.
ENTITLED
I
dream
sometimes
about
falling.
It starts out and I’m running, really.
Really fast.
So
fast
my feet aren’t
even touching
the
grou
nd.
I’m free. I’m safe.
Then I realize, I’m completely
a l o n e.