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