diário de um tasko-dependente, 7

o vinho entornado na terra do gin
acordo às aranhas a correrem-me o peito
Nas teias enredado grito baixinho
"isto é feitio e não defeito!"

nada disto interessa pois a secura
já de mim levou toda a razão.

desfio as ruas tropegamente
condenado que o fim pressente,
roubo cervejas passageiras
alma, vida e alimento.

arranco para o futuro distante
sem fio ou linha ou direcção.

derivado do vazio
a alma chama
e o gin

in taska raska

insects

take
my skin, peel it off me
wash away all of my sins
and you along with them
drown with a halfway smile
the town drenched in old news
labirynthine noose
get out from under the rock
bottom you hide in
and sleep away your fears
through hazes unknown
from hate i have grown
to watch you slide

come in
give in without regrets
and show some respect
for insects

clip
my broken wings off me
the test has become
quite the venomous one
take my limbs sliced
spread them on the floor
the dirty floor vomited
the solid blood omitted
lose for me the sky
take me out of this life
give me another kind
of new everythings
so to all i say goodbye

come in
give in without regrets
and show some respect
for insects

untitled

a broken beatbox
smoke, mic and vox
open up for slides
up and down guitars
fire burns within
atmosphere thins
clouds of noise
on minds poisoned

that´s the shit!

like a prayer

it feels like a prayer tonight
this time i´m losing the fight
and nevermind those vermins
slow coming to down my flight
raw purity has no place here
and silent echoes of lost time
bloodstain these stranded souls
for away eternity still pines

the box is closing in
and my air wearing thin
i´m not ready to give
to those unholy three
the moon, an empty sky
fly by me, open wide
to receive some kind
of misguiding light

please
take my hand and show me
something that´s alive inside
the road is strange tonight
and the screaming eyes hide
from my fear

the words mask the mute
and burning eyes see none
typical rape of the soul
that untold scars unfold
in the mirror of laments
that the pretenses break
unspoken the gap widens
never hope for the faker

after hours

forget the driving night
straight through mind and soul
leaving traces of light
inside things tasting holy

come
forget
no regrets

take the beat in you
disconnect, lightning rods
shoot for the stars
burning within your body

feel me
taste me
drink me
become me
become me
become me

take your mind off
take your mind off

barren lands

the wolves will ride with you
and the moon above will shine
in the hope to break free too
from those neverending nights
breakaway from the quarantine
that leaves the deepest scars
all you see now becomes yours
from ruined lifes to the skies

still you fail to see
the price of your liberty

three more steps you´re inside
the cave in which truth lies
the fallen children have cried
all the tears you could find
now you begin to see destinies
that without faith intertwine
despair becomes your frailty
and memories flood your eyes

now you start to see
the price of your liberty

the farthest reaches reached
it fails on you, no answers
greet you here, no results
from upholding that cancer
you became inside your head
now you wish you were dead
but the reaper fails you too
only your hell stands by you

and now all you feel
is the price of your liberty
fail the future, your past is near

diário de um tasko-dependente, 6

desbravo mais uma garrafa de tinto
e as perguntas fogem, cada uma à vez
agarro o neurónio único, solitário
na busca de uma resposta a esta sordidez

o balcão alonga-se aos vários infinitos
quantos estes alcóois que me entoam
suaves melodias de manhãs desacordadas

ergo-me cambaleando entre o whisky
e as cervejas de passados já distantes
e desisto finalmente
de quem desistira de mim.


in taska raska

Baraka through Tool's Disposition

no words of mine can truly do justice to this.

scenes from the film Baraka, to the sounds of Tool's Disposition.



immerse..

crew expendable

these dogs barking cold
and the happiness unsold,
first glow upon thieveries
of a thawed heart slithered.

it's a melancholic software,
throes of illusion grow rare,
some hours breathe longer
under acid burns' orders.

slay the reptilian smiles
with crosswords of denials,
still inch after lonely inch
temples dry between winces.

though windows still look out,
mirrored they silence shouts,
this windbreaker cannot hide
the drowned from the tide.

sunflower laws will not wither
the weed's yearn for winter,
as the stayed kniving hand
will never nourish the land.

just as the walls quiet again,
born of dissent there is a man,
faltering not before apocalypses,
duct-taped to life nearly missed.

weathered

it's exhausted, bathed in gloom
that new light arises old hearts
over dirty shoulders guilt looms
barbed wire wrap severed parts

saturdays replete with beginnings
sundays drenched in lost feelings
weeks of spiders crawling under
shards of hope cutting blunt

the dawn steals all the reasons
that the night promised as whole
dirty caskets of shared treasons
don't belong in stories untold

rain down hell in souls wretched
no peace, no home and no rest
still doubts disappear from moments
cascading fast in buried lungs

the words remain in silent hills
as drops of time in burning reels

the room

strings of attachments renewed
as vows of lies forever
the sirens call for sanity
but the undertakers are busy
and the flowers wither and are reborn,
dancing with destiny.
the lines crossed become part of what separate us
and the tingling of life
becomes muter by the word.

the words sparse as joys say nothing
and the music between spaces become communication tools
and the ceiling gets closer
and the windows look darker
and there is something else unspoken and misunderstood.

the cries elsewhere are now shades of horizon,
a soundtrack to our islands.

end night

feel this wholly as life,
the numb and the frail,
the night has surprises
cut out from its trails.

line up all the ghosts,
the adrenaline stirrs
even the pouted unknown,
and jilted eyes purr.

foreign words soundtracking
this release from sheets
quilted by fears once kings,
amongst ideals achieved.

a dinner for the princes
of ruined dreams habitants,
the still of night inches
from shattering the pains.

ice burn

there is hope the words will be there
to reason against cold silence
or maybe the walls will rise again
but the screams inside have changed anyway
from the muddy banks of the wishka
to the sunny plains of jerusalem
from windows looking on empty roads
to where the souls amiss gather
and sometimes all the languages in the world
would not describe a man's farthest reaches

neon the night alive
so these bones can walk again
burn the streets alight
take the trip to its end

retour

keep talking to yourself
forget you're everyone else
lest the ones driving you
become all of your truths

look for the medication
that doesn't work anymore
take the pills of salvation
leaving you numb on the shore
and bring light to that porch
because i'm coming home

that lump in your throat
and the letters in your coat
and the tears in your eyes
your dellusional drive-by's

the words forget to shout
silenced your fears sprout
the sea is alight on fire
the abyss becomes your mire

drone

before the sunshine
from truths i arise
to the utopic endless abyss
can't grasp anything, not this
hollow interactive drone

voidless broken eyes
belittle all the lies
in the utopic endless abyss
avidly i grasp nothing, not this
fallen forgetful drone

hope cuts like knifes
despair becomes life
from the utopic endless abyss
i would grasp anything but this
stupid lifeless drone

placebo

the shortcomings of my desires
abandon me in your spite
and allow me freedom of fall

don't say the words
and i'll never complain

all the driving lust
empties at the first touch
and seldom have the keys
been lost

now that the vultures slow down
the water flows
and again i drown

the sand can rattle the most
but it warms me
from the inside

wishbone

stripes of smoke curling
mind's gone forgotten
and the intertwined destinies
of apart fecal industries
become rooms emptied
now the sky grayed
and the souls frayed
hold hands alone
far away
and between
old hairspray.
frailty rises insane.

news from the outer worlds

not giving up..

regrouping and reorganizing..

assim que puder vou voltar a escrever por aqui com maior assiduidade..

a room in rotterdam

lounged moments of well being
in a room with the smaller view
the trees cradle the streets
but the winds rock a curfew
the windowsill thought up
and a sun disappearing nights
a blank stare, broken records
a memory and faded lights
a bridge of iron futures
overlooking emptiness whole
leaps of faith abound here
with burdens of dirty holes
life has found a bitter way
still one full of crowded rooms
around us the hell hounds stray
in the night the darkest blooms

partidas e chegadas

partidas e chegadas
memórias remendadas com fios de absoluto
e o vazio alonga-se até ao brusco desaparecer

o bairro nocturno
caixotes do lixo cheio
garrafa de sonhos
e a verdade é nossa

paragem obrigatória
e a mentira ilusória fica para trás
entre o sangue e a carne e o betão