It burns.
It rips the heart out.
Leaves a void.
Saudade.
The urge to jump on a plane,
to run for miles and miles
to overcome every obstacle
just so I can get to you.
Saudade.
The wind whispers your name
while the rain marks the beat.
The pulse of my vanes
screams :
Saudade.
When do I get to see you?
When do I get to talk to you?
When do I get to kiss your lips
and hold you in my arms?
When do I get to run towards you
to see your face, to….
sigh.
When do I get to?
Saudade.
As they moved closer
and she felt her breath
swoosh said the wind,
swash said the waves.
You’re so brave she said
You’re so brave.
As they touched
And she felt the embrace
Squeeze said the hug,
Smack said the kiss.
You’re so brave she said
You’re so brave.
So there they were
Bound together for eternity.
You’re so brave she said
You’re so brave.
Bright dots watch, attentive.
Butterflies listen
in a continuous movement
here and there and here again.
The sky sings bright in the night darkness
and the melody
bathes the water
and washes away the pain.
The air smells like happiness
mantling everything on its way
and in a sweet embrace
releases the touch of a chain.
Get the juices flowing
get the flowing juices
feel the breeze that kisses
lovely lips that seal
Feel the wind that
changes
refreshments
reflections
appointments
notes
promises
paradise
hell
flowing through life
shakes the trees
though routed stand
tall
small
Sense doesn’t make
anyone
anything
everything
sensation.
Love doesn’t add
anything
everything
love.
Half full, half empty
promises
cups, doesn’t matter
nothing counts.
Everything counts!
Fuch the grammar
fuch the spelling
fuck the sick society.
Fuck the false premises
fuck the afterlife
fuck the asshole at the end of the rainbow
FUCK LIFE!
Life for those who fuck;
life fuck those who for
an empty nest return
a lovely lie…
not a lie;
a LIFE!
Good bye
life
love
death
Hello
me.
A vida é permanente, a história é lápis.
A vida é permanente;
a memória é lápis.
A vida escreve e fica,
o lápis
apaga
aponta
reescreve
rabisca
pensa…
o lápis é livre.
by Tony Moffeit
the question is: how do you
break free from your demons
the question is: how do you
howl alone the question is:
how do you live your own life
as you please the question
is: how do you free yourself
from the prison of your own
mind the question is: how do
you break down the walls of
this machine of your own
making the question is:
how do you break free and
there is only one answer:
to go deeper into the heart
of the wound to go deeper
into the heart of the blues
to go deeper into the pulse
of the shadows deeper into
the darkness deeper into
the blackness deeper into
the night
like a luminous animal you
shine like a luminous animal
you open the infinite doors
like a luminous animal you
dance alone like a luminous
animal the night fills all
your pores like a luminous
animal you glow from the
fire of the pulse in your
veins till there’s nothing
left in your blood but the
blaze like a luminous animal
you howl like a wolf down
by the tracks like a luminous
animal the only battle you
wage is the one with yourself
like a luminous animal all
you know is what you feel
inside like a luminous animal
you know the secret of
unlearning like a luminous
animal you shine
i want the day to cloud up
i want the leaves to blow
i crave the storm it is the
only calm i know the night
of gray day the darkness on
the edge of the nerves the
wildness of a dance of
letting go like a child
caught somewhere between
play and dream and reality
juggling stars or walking
the tightrope of the horizon
i want the leaves to blow i
want to laugh with them i
want to laugh as i surrender
to the wind i want to be
the calm in the center of
the storm i want to be the
first drops of rain licking
the roofs a warning that
thunder and lightning are
coming to play
you ask me my name my name
is haiti you ask me my name
my name is voodoo you ask me
my name my name is mojo you
ask me my name my name is
drumcloud you ask me my name
my name is raindance you ask
me my name my name is wolfhowl
you ask me my name my name is
snakeskin you ask me my name
my name is bluesmoan you ask
me my name my name is dream
juggler you ask me my name
my name is tightrope walker
you ask me my name my name is
mystery train you ask me my
name my name is jazzflame
you ask me my name my name
is ace of spades you ask me
my name my name is snake eyes
you ask me my name my name is
luminous animal
A cada respiro, um obstáculo.
Inspira
Julgamentos limítrofes
Espira
Cansaço frustrado.
Coração bate como ferida
que lateja dolorosa.
Para todos os lados
A vista é cerca
Para baixo
A vista é corrente
Para cima… ah!
Para cima a vista é céu!
É céu que as vezes
tempestade
É céu que as vezes
calmaria
É céu.
Quem carrega a chave
É sempre prisioneiro
Pois liberdade
aprisiona.
Como deixar pra trás
o Éden prometido
de campos verdejantes
e fresca água
cercado de amor farpado
e preso de falsa liberdade?
Tentadora a ideia
de uma vida ilusória.
Mas ah!, o céu…
Quem me dera um dia
minhas asas enfeitadas de coragem
pudessem se abrir e conhecer
o céu.
Um monte altíssimo
Vermelho pela luz do sol poente,
Pulsa.
Pulsa na memória do antes
Verde campo cintilante.
Hoje monte flui em vale
Agora em vale corre o rio.
Onde terminará?
Ela te pega, te devora, te tira de si
ela passa
avassala
arranca teu peito do coracão.
Fico assim calminha
Fico assim mansinha
Fico assim.
Morro assim, me perco assim e vivo assim.
Sobrevivo.
Vivo? No fogo que queima, talvez.
No fogo que queima que arde que agarra
que pede que passa que volta
que apaga que acende que mantém a vida acesa enquanto a chama passa
na brisa que levanta revive reclama
no vento que para te acalma te chama
na terra que corre que foge impulsiona
na água que salva que mata que afoga
no tempo que come que perde que muda
no tempo que volta traz de volta dá a volta
vive em volta
No tempo.
No tempo.
Passa o tempo.
Na vida atua. Na arte, vive.
E vive e ama e sente e deixa e solta
intensa completa repleta plenitude do ser…
É!
Acorda.
Poesia,
ah, poesia!
Me faltam palavras pra te encontrar,
me sobram palavras pra te expressar.
Poesia,
ah, poesia!
Tão bela e tão disforme,
tão certa e tão errada.
Poesia,
ah, poesia!
Lindo é o teu nome
e mítica tua figura.
Por que foges de mim?
Poesia de sombras
Poesia de medos
Poesia,
ah, poesia!
Na eterna busca
me perco nas palavras que tento encontrar
na eterna vida
me sobra poesia pra buscar.
Poesia de luz.
Devaneios Psicopatas 