quarta-feira, 24 de junho de 2009

Lost Friends...



One hopeless moment... One loop...

One chance to make all things earn a place...

One love, one smile... one "forever wish"...

One long lost friend reborn...

sábado, 20 de junho de 2009

Horizon



Nothing better than knowing a true horizon...
Something as tangible as our dreams...

Nothing greater than a horizon:
The time necessary to understand the unseen..

Nothing beyond a wish and the unbreakable knowledge of the everlasting...

No other valuable, besides the sight of infinite landscapes...

Not a race, not a competition...
Just a love for the unknown...
Just the desire for the impossible tittle of being omniscient...

A martyr of will...
An ocean of pure wonder...
An endless potion of words...
A poet lost in semantics.

Raw love



Through my veins, through my thoughts, in my self.
Within my heart, inside my mind, embedded in my soul.
Drenched in my blood, filled by my genes, aware of me.

You are…

My queen, my love, my passion, my life.
My sex, my friend, my owner, my slave.
My woman, my girl, my beauty, my lady.

The one…

Filling me, devouring me, making me, destroying me.
Loving me, satisfying me, having me, being me.
Drinking me, liking me, kissing me.

You make me feel…

Inside you, your lips, your breast, your scent.
Your skin, your hair, your tonge, your love.
Your passion, your mind, your soul, your self.
Love, endless, true and pure…

Raw.

quinta-feira, 18 de junho de 2009

Me



I used to think of prophets and their lies...
I once was a beautiful little kid that dreamed of lies
and stories I had to tell my self...
I wanted to love you, I wanted a moment to lead the way...

... (To us, to what could be us)...

I wanted to tell the truth... I wanted to be still in that embrace...
I wanted not to have been a kid...
I wanted you in my time now... Without My past, without my "crazyness"...

I wanted you to know me...

quarta-feira, 3 de junho de 2009

41 & Sunsets


So now I'm left remembering ghosts,
in a sunset filled by 41...
Here is my mind, lonely and in bliss...

... My infinite day of your scent!

My metro stubs, dissolving in my wallet...
... Just like your face!
My heart, little by little, singing again...
My tears run dry.

Sober lover left behind...
Poet turned Monk!

Never again loved.
Never again lover.

Silently watching your draft from a far...

Never again son...


Just violins and a saxophone.

segunda-feira, 1 de junho de 2009

Dark Space



Let me pollute this place!
Since there is no where else I can shit on!

Let me yell and be stupid!
Let me love and spit all over this place!!

Let me fry, here, under this dark-space!

My vent...

My wonderful vent!

Let me look out there and see stars!
Let me dream and wish MORE!
Let me love these dumb thoughts of your perfume!