sábado, 28 de maio de 2011

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

sexta-feira, 20 de maio de 2011


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.

domingo, 8 de maio de 2011


(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. 

domingo, 1 de maio de 2011


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.