Thursday, December 9, 2010

take no prisioners (as they influence our energy demands for FTL)

a man inside a box moans
he reaches the lid
feels the wind as it blows life back
keep floating in the mud

the trashcan is dumped
he gently changes bags
while hearing the crackle
of charlies' deaths

traffic lights all red
the truck stops at...
the truck stop
whatever...

all connections lost
no light travels
all we have is a red sky
and some arsenic
for the acid
in bacteria

california is right there
but florida is waaaaaaaaaay
back there.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Conto de um grande homem

Era uma vez um homem que queria ser grande.
E um grande homem lhe disse
"Daqui, todo mundo é pequeno".

Enquanto isso, os homens pequenos fabricavam ouro de lixo.
E esperanças eram plantadas em latifúndios.
Colhia-se desilusões.

Pessoas morriam umas às outras.
Os gigantes erravam o caminho, sem memória.
Idiotas tomavam Canaã.

Houve um tempo.
Em que grandes homens morriam ao contrário
Puxados da cova da nulidade
Em revoluções.

Agora,
No fim da história,
O mundo e os homens
morriam,
só.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Bleak

I wait by the fireplace.
The comfort of home.
I seek the answer
for the prayers I wrote
and they never come.

I wail to the door
as I never done before.
I wake from a world
full of lies, full of pride.
I lost my hope.

GONE.
Don't cry for what's lost.
Drift further across.
Lie still while your muscles
learn how to walk again.
Turn your back to the ones
who made you bleak.

Who made you bleed.

I step into the temple
and I pray for our god.
I live the dream
as Mother thins out.
Just one more.

Leech me dry
and feed me to the dogs.
I'll rip their meat and bones.
I won't find peace
in the pieces I keep.

UNDONE.
Fall from grace.
Embrace your grin.
Sink your teeth in the skin
of those who kneel.
Feel as their blood
will fill your void.

Take what's yours.

Give way to a killing wave.

Monday, February 8, 2010

turn out the lights

these faces bore me
long days that have been
are long gone, so...
what would you do?

come on, don't be shy
drain me out dry
there is more from whence it came
who's to blame when the time is out?

got my time to exorcize
now we shall mesmerize
dump these faces in the sand
and land into the open wide

and then, she cried alive
she's waiting for me, inside
come on, babe, put it out
my hand can't reach down

stop the frown, I don't give a shit
the myths are all yours to idolize
this endless joust of cocks, the flock
has just gained an electric black sheep

that dreams of androids who dream freedom.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

bathtub full of blue

the sky became some lab experiment
unwilling test subject number phi
it kills not to know what time is it
but what the hell, this is relative
to the observer in mars, it is shit

now you are some creature of myth
something out of homer's dreams
a horned god of some sort, goat legs and all
the norse gods are just over, having a beer
along incan priests and tolkien's little people

inside, she feels like strawberry jelly
out, it's like stainless steel
and the stripped cat is somewhere else
his japanese features whisper
"come on, pull the moon"

the raindrops, the lake and the farm
the glow of starlight... was there a lake at all?
we are lost and alone among friends
their faces everchanging, hazel and blue
the devil's got my truth, and won't return

I couldn't care less.