deitado
um pobre coitado
para muitos, desalmado
o passado, apagado
jamais esquecido
tudo ja havia dito
o vício do século
nos trouxe o cético
no começo a criamos
depois abusamos
a redescobrimos
e agora guerreamos
uma criação movida a ganância
uma decisão com muitas variedades
foi aplicada de uma só forma
hoje quem dela abusa
ela se torna
28 December, 2011
Mundo Velho
um pequeno encanto, em um canto guardado
anos encoberto, mas sempre procurado
um mundo aberto, de lado a lado
muitos chegam, pelo caminho forçado
outros amam e jamais são levados
crianças sonham, e vivem por la
adultos esquecem e jamais tentam voltar
a criança em um adulto saberá
até onde ir e quando retornar...
tal mundo existe
e você está livre
para com sua mente voar
e o seu mundo
desenhar.
anos encoberto, mas sempre procurado
um mundo aberto, de lado a lado
muitos chegam, pelo caminho forçado
outros amam e jamais são levados
crianças sonham, e vivem por la
adultos esquecem e jamais tentam voltar
a criança em um adulto saberá
até onde ir e quando retornar...
tal mundo existe
e você está livre
para com sua mente voar
e o seu mundo
desenhar.
Generation
with a beep came the generation
full of a 'crazy' temptations
waters stirred decades before
led to the extragavance of the newborn
without this new tech
we would live in wreck
but without history or art
humanity will never go far
it must be taken into account
the misjudgments made in another time
that perhaps should not be mine
by choice or doom it will always roam my mind
from east to west the focus is greed
soon there will not even have seeds.
with that little grain, ideals have been made
a little spark in the brain and our course may be changed.
from niblungs to greeks
a simular lesson they teach
long in the past they were thought
during ages wrought
but for now they were meant
since today we see what has been made.
Worldy speaking...
full of a 'crazy' temptations
waters stirred decades before
led to the extragavance of the newborn
without this new tech
we would live in wreck
but without history or art
humanity will never go far
it must be taken into account
the misjudgments made in another time
that perhaps should not be mine
by choice or doom it will always roam my mind
from east to west the focus is greed
soon there will not even have seeds.
with that little grain, ideals have been made
a little spark in the brain and our course may be changed.
from niblungs to greeks
a simular lesson they teach
long in the past they were thought
during ages wrought
but for now they were meant
since today we see what has been made.
Worldy speaking...
8 dreams
dancing and prancing
all that could be seen
a shadow chanting
as winter leaves for spring.
curiosity arouses; and forward we go
the entrance was near, but now is behind me
ligths are grey, only a glow
I can fell the way, and nothing to bound me...
from left to right the sound can be listened
it tells us a story, of a divine mistress
from top to bottom she shone bright yellow
she wrote a prophecy, not so mellow...
the parchment in hand, it burned at my touch
no more chanting at the end can be heard
in goth letters and northern writing
it is telling, ragnarök is arriving...
the chanting draws nearer
now all seems clear
a voice is talking
to those who hear.
'keep away my dear, if these words you listen
you ought to be fearless, and leave throgh the rear...
a riddle i give thee, to test thy creativity
show me what lies, in the human psyche'
frozen i stood, without a clue
the voice was gone, there she stood
with a clean dress, and a yellow hood
a gleaming sword, and an ill mood.
my mind, white as a swan
a thought was sprung
not by writing...
she has won.
as i wake up summer is in
no valkyries nor drums, are waiting for me
only the walls and the light bulb above me.
all that could be seen
a shadow chanting
as winter leaves for spring.
curiosity arouses; and forward we go
the entrance was near, but now is behind me
ligths are grey, only a glow
I can fell the way, and nothing to bound me...
from left to right the sound can be listened
it tells us a story, of a divine mistress
from top to bottom she shone bright yellow
she wrote a prophecy, not so mellow...
the parchment in hand, it burned at my touch
no more chanting at the end can be heard
in goth letters and northern writing
it is telling, ragnarök is arriving...
the chanting draws nearer
now all seems clear
a voice is talking
to those who hear.
'keep away my dear, if these words you listen
you ought to be fearless, and leave throgh the rear...
a riddle i give thee, to test thy creativity
show me what lies, in the human psyche'
frozen i stood, without a clue
the voice was gone, there she stood
with a clean dress, and a yellow hood
a gleaming sword, and an ill mood.
my mind, white as a swan
a thought was sprung
not by writing...
she has won.
as i wake up summer is in
no valkyries nor drums, are waiting for me
only the walls and the light bulb above me.
Beginning
Well, I never believed in this kind of "stuff" blogs and whatnot, for lack of a better MYnd, but it seems like a good idea right now so...
I'll start this way, I feel a little different than the usual person next to me... with that my mynd wanders to fathoms far far away from the real situation. In some of my "wanderings" I found a way to put such trips in some kind of writing, mostly poetry, crappy as I see it, and I don't maybe more. I don't even know what I'm doing but.
Feels kind of sad but it isn't.
Life rearranges everything like it or not, for good or worse but always having a meaning.
I'll start this way, I feel a little different than the usual person next to me... with that my mynd wanders to fathoms far far away from the real situation. In some of my "wanderings" I found a way to put such trips in some kind of writing, mostly poetry, crappy as I see it, and I don't maybe more. I don't even know what I'm doing but.
Feels kind of sad but it isn't.
Life rearranges everything like it or not, for good or worse but always having a meaning.
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