the shadows of growth:

A tilted and broken vase

Sprays water with scent flowers

Bows wrap around like hugs

Never given as the shade of mirror.

Water spring from the vase 

from my face tear's 

raining down all past passion

Blinded by your light

Drops of air and time

Breathing cycles  yet broken

In a unbroken fashion.

I tire myself  in blue 

Eyes were the cold turn to heat

My blood as exploded

And i'am muttered in words 

Renounce the known valse

Driven by purpose of

longevity and curiosity

I  know the wind that carried me

now my eyes are no more 

their fluids drunk by birds 

and i fly within there body's

i let the roses for you

shadows of a past

memories for the future

It's not wanting:

wanting, desiring, dreams 

vacant dubious experiments, 

from the recess's of ones brain

impressive cognition, song 

singing not for glory

but for the simplicity.

that we need them to stay 

just the way they already are

vacant in the  mist of  never land

growing is ever lasting 

the  not wanting 

the futile sincere river 

crushing the image

fragile weeping on the side 

fainting a though on diagrams 

laugh around the corner 

hoping that survival routs the way 

To the Mirror of My love:

In my mind the knowing of  my imperfection  is  made clear
the  mirror of feelings not at every minute turned on
stranger  to what i want say in every moment
hopping that my life is perpetuated with your presence

with you at  my side my world is love
with your heat i have come to know happiness
As time pass my heart is blown
And all i want is to be a poet for you every moment

i just wish i could always find the words
that fix and don't brake the poetry of your happiness

Pain is like lust

Dangling in paradise

Willding dust

Raging in a surprise 

Of this  metric's unwise 

A hope of indifrence

Slow scab's, wounds dazed

Nightmares and shadows of influence.

I just wana kill the world

Concentrate my  rage and scream

desrroy and let thus swirll

me myself and the cut down

cuting and bleeding as i lean 

i fall down and my spirit is blown

Arches of sick pepole

Crumble and  break as me 

the void of nothing nibles

Inside my world i plee

Show me a rod destroyd

i'll show you a given up quest

As a slow note emboided 

All souls need a rest.

(Eduard Munch "vampir")

in the smoke  of  my thought's

the blur of haze in my feelings 

hasten's the  cords  of  my  heart

it's a cross  of  supreme sanctity

i know the  flames 

and they will burn my will

destroy-me  or  love-me

you have the power  for it all

be nice, be rough, devour or spit-me

kill-me or resurect-me screaming  blood

just  kill-me  over again

more than a wife you are my being 

my fiber  my soul my D.N.A

my  Crazyness

I love  you and  in my life.

my  mirror dreams  of you. 

Tho shell not break

Mirror's clash bettewn us

A thousand  path's unsafe

 The form sun shed  

The feeling  cut out

Piercing arrows of soul

A flesh burning 

Red flames as eyes

Hail to the courage

Roar of  indecision

personification of strained 

The thought out of place 

Morbid farmer of lambs

 Slithering in sun of  imobility

My  Flag raising wings 

Starter's  here is the play

Let the curtains of oblivious  bheaviour

play me to myself.

H. R. Giger future human

In every mith cruelty

creation and destruction

clash of  blood to pass

persistence of dreams

the tales are made of moral

belif's and faith left alone

what for the angels  of  false  prhophecy's

where is the learning

reality crushed in sense of mortality

where is the true love

deciving years of thought's

tricks of mind and fantasy 

with no sustance

i love you

i kill you 

but i will love you forever

Proud gods of mortal lives,

of strife hunger and pain,

Bugs longing to be angels,

blood with no names.

Whims of fate and fury,

drums pumping blood into the eyes,

Blinded by the ego of solitude

open mouths and clenched fists.

Public ravens of your own cradle

bringing disgrace by your own hands.

In your hearts pensive smoke rises 

marketing the era of stillness.

Lions roar crying (honor, work and wisdom)

Wisdom disguised as sly self advantage

work sleeping from meeting in meeting 

honor dried out in tear of shame. 

Bring the message to the Empire 

your heart lies sleeping 

in the bottom of the ocean it lingers,

labeled with proof of something better.

Nature calls with the cries of war 

savages with purpose rise once more, 

Pick up the arms for the red angry blood

against the dark of yesterday

Set sail to your destiny 

Sail to save Harbor.

(Image via Eric Hanson)

Like a diamond in the rough

More than appearance shows

Lands abandoned by hearts. Tired

Impaled in forms of persecution.

Spirit still lingers in the still waters,

Exposed to the melancholy of the same show,

Wisdom that does not live only survives

Structured by the dreams long crushed.

When does the interest begin?

When do we cut our diamond to shape?

Imagination,Please jump take form!

Lend us the strength of action

Form now our pride into something.

trim 

the herd of  my heart with the knife 

of ritual's for blood and desire

Fertility thrown on its back

against the sour sheets

sweat of hours  gone sweet

I open my mouth to say it

( I love you )

but the choking sound leads me

in truth i scream salvage me

Rage across the river of my mind

The sleeping sound burns the blood 

Within my veins stomping, blind

Eyes shut and emotions flood.

A bat in my mind replacing my thoughts

Sucking the very life of  me 

Pen alive, and my soul rots 

despair moves in like a bee

And the pain is holding 

Cuts of a sword without handle 

Blood spilling, I am flooding

I wish i could faint, just to wake

Wake in a different state

I fear the fear of myself

The minutes  don't pass

The  beast within roars hell

Help-me out of this  mess

Who can win against himself

dementia culled within

angel wings, descending I fell

to the darkness where I have been

Pass time 

Rise Sun, Rise, Please Rise

I come to were I have seen you undress to sleep or cry:

When I look at Portugal I see without a doubt a country put down by complete numbness, stripped of it's spirit and  fed on the inertia.  

The people with hunger and thirst for being more, but devoid of fighting spirit,without any will to show that we actually have more value than we credit ourselves. 

Life passes us completely,unaware, we complain about each other, government, education,doctors, lawyers.

But the Funny thing is  that  I never  saw  a single portuguese  saying:

"I'm to blame for what I don't do for my country. "

Don't we remember the fifth empire? 

Can't we see that it's not politics that fucked portugal up?

It's us, we are doing this, with  strikes, with working for Europe to show that we are so European.

We sold our nation for funding that we gave away to Germany and other countries, by buying luxury cars, fashion etc.. we sold ourselves and we undressed our nation of pride.

Portugal is asleep....

But please wake up, we are killing our nation from the inside.

I'll keep on crying out loud until you wake.

Quando olho para Portugal vejo sem dúvida um país abatido pela dormência completa, despido do seu próprio espírito e alimentado na inércia. 

Um povo com fome e sede ser mais  mas sem espirito de luta, sem vontade de mostrar que vale-mos muito mais do que aquilo que  alegamos  valer.

A vida passa-nos ao lado e nós queixamo-nos dos outros, do governo, da educação, dos médicos, dos advogados.

Mas  acoisa Mais engraçada é  que  nunca vi um portugês dizer:

Sou culpado pelo que não faço pelo meu país.

Já  não nos lembramos do quinto império?

Será que  não comseguimos  ver  que  não é política que lixou portugal?

Somos  nós, nós estamos a , ao fazermos greves, e trabalhar segundo bases europeias so para a europeu ver.

Vende-mos a nossa nação em troca de algums  fundos que  gasta-mos com a Alemanha  eoutros paízes, a comprar carros de  luxo e roupas de designer's, vendemo-nos e despimos o nosso país  de orgulho

Portugal está adormecido:

Por favor acordem estamos a matar a nossa nação  de dentro para fora.

Continurei a  gritar   ate acordarmos