vernissage of souls

dig all your thoughts and find a way to be lost
see the faces painted on the wall and then you fall
drift further into the mistakes of your past
walk through the dead, low head, pay respect

wounds that'll never close, but do you care?
just another story to tell on a bar brag
so many possible worlds where you're the best
but at last, you became just a hateful bastard

under the sheets and the warmth from her skin
there are no mistakes to be made by a seasoned man
but when the screaming and shouting ceases
will the ghosts under the bed haunt and dread?

and then, the silence reigns
another shadow is made
a new face for the scenes
to haunt your dreams of peace
within

another prayer to the light son

father once told
"go, and then grow
apart, but still one"
restless stones roll
and I keep memories
of those fond old times
and hopes
for times that are
yet to come

old brother
where art thou?
in our path to doom
thy feet follow
their inevitable road
the wall crumbles
and the way is shown
the dark night's gone
and thou shalt shine
as thou wast meant to

don't look back
but if thou doest
thou shalt not be lost
I will be here
somewhere to flee
to hear thy plea

amen

Haikai de Herança ou O som pode ser mais importante do que a visão (ou não)

A vós
o que é
de vós


para Wally

drunk poet II: raw meat

nobody to talk to tonight
I'll fall to this desire
this stupid daydream
where I'll take you away

but what will we do?
I warn you with words
shouldn't even write
it ain't right
to put this through

how can the poet
rhyme and reason
when all his life
is fearsome?

can you take this loss?
can you feel it so raw
growing, taking form
can you?

I should not.
but if I lose it
I feel it in my meat
it won't come back.

drunk poet I: scatterplot

so you feel
and then you fall
hit your face
into the wall
so you're drunk
and then you think
you can make
something good
bring this urge
and let's talk
about ilusions...
so, little man
you've got the world
on your hands
and, then
it slips
into the hips
of some woman
and you then see
the misbelief
in your own grip
and you'll trip
about her lips
feels like a kid
with all his bricks
scattered
through the floor
your plot is all lost

you'll get that
there was no way
to nail
no way to make
this turn
to your favor
and then you grow
to lose control
once again

17

one pair of eyes
who'd make me think
there's something upsides
something beyond our lives

one pair of eyes
who'd make me die
would lead me into the sky

brown eyes are deep
green eyes are so sweet
blue eyes are dying
she had the three
cause she had mine

one pair of eyes
opened wide
stealin' my life
steal me away

(circa 2002)

hades' lounge

everyone here is fucked up
killing mind for a bit of fun
down the alley to the lounge
where we hang around

fuck my mind so I can try
to see things as I used to
make me back a child
when I had not even a clue

over the hedge of common
lies a plain made of hobos
who won't regret
to let the other side lie down
I should forget those times

fuck my mind
so can I live in lucidity
pay me a beer
here in the city
lights

let's go out
for some kicks
call out our pal
hades
owner of this joint
this shit
bring his whisky
savor this bourbon piss
don't miss
your other life

as I lose integrity
structure
rhyme
my life means more
and less

but who are your references?
I might be a mess
but you are just another pawn
in someone else's chess
wanting to be queen
but never reaching clean
the next square.