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