Poema 5

Jaula

Ouvi dizer que
as minhas palavras me ensurdeceram

Enquanto via a minha boca a cegar-me
E a minha mão a calar-me.

Eu cheirei o vulto das minhas mágoas
No momento em que ele me mantia debaixo d'água

Eu toquei, dedelhei a face do meu fim
Quando a última coisa que se via do meu corpo era a cabeça
E o resto, terra.

Estou sentado á frente da solução.
Tenho-a na pele.
Tenho-a na mão.

E tenho a minha cabeça submersa
E o resto, terra.

Poema 1

E aqui estou eu outra vez.
Eu e a caneta... nada na cabeça
só um papel de parede
branco e verde...
Infindo e com sede
Pois não há indigo que venha
Só há mendigo que sussurra "quem é rico chora"

"Nada" com todas as letras
Nuclear Absolução De Apatia
como se houvesse terramotos em marte...
como se houvesse terramotos nos sonhos

Interrompido por nuvens que pressagiam
que avisam e que gritam verdades que se aproximam
mas não se vêem ao longe

O sol cai na água..
E só quem é feliz vai nadar nas ondas..

A meia-noite vem ai.. vem ai para ficar...
Vem ai para se sentar na tua cadeira..
e eu que faço?

Lyrics for a song: Night Rider

[Verse]
More than just a man
A drifter's got to be
If he is to

Walk under dusk and debris

The world forgot his name
He seldom speaks to me
But I've come to know

The masked vagrant
Aspires and dreams

And even with bats
on his neck he proceeds

[Pre-chorus]
And we might think he's strange because he
Hoo-wls at night

But he's just a man in search of
Hooo-oome yeah

[Chorus]
I stood there and paused
Yeah
I sware I saw the call of fate by the moonscape and starry skies

I follow that sound

[Verse 2]
A weary aching figure
A certain shame he strands
His arms flutter to

Hide away the blood on his hands

His sentiment is pure
But as people turn away
He sighs and holds

Harder on his token of
Courage and faith

And even with bats
on his neck he makes way

[Pre-chorus]
And we might think he's strange because he
Hoo-wls at night

But he's just a man searching for
Hooo-oome yeah

I believe he is crazy but
ooooh yeah

But he is my soul inside
ooooh yeah

[Chorus]
Don't look appaled
Baby
The footsteps and fog behind me rest in the past and while

I stood there and paused
Yeah
I sware I saw the call of fate by the moonscape and starry skies

I follow that sound...

It carries me 'round...

That's the man I am!

[Outro]?
I've survived to sing this song
ye-e-yeah

To the roads of rye I ride along
oh who-o-o-oah

To follow that enchanting sound
ah-a-a-aah

Don't fear if you fail
yeah it's the same
to fear life...

That's the man I am!...

[Repition of the outro]

Nothing (a depressing poem)

So one more grief and I expect nothing
So one more fight and no bruises can be seen in my carcass
So one more dream left to die in a rent appartment
In a flat with no walls nor floor
Just ceilings upon ceilings and not a sky it saw.

Such a succulent marrow for satan's drought
And he knows I have never fought
Nor moved nor twitched nor throbbed

It's the apathy that crowds all the words I share from my mouth
Every advice is a vice in my skin
Every logic is a reason to quit, and
Every second kills one more place for me to begin

Slowly sugar fills my sloth
And quickly my mind kneels down to
One more day where I forgot

That this carcass has its worth
That the end has still no birth
That there's yet more time to get to work

But none of this...
But all of this sifts through my bones
And my spine dares not to rise
And no willpower rose against the plight
And no light
And no light
Dare cross
My rotting sight.