Owlets or Outlets?

from barn to bay
an outlet to our brain
everlasting peril and pain
my sleep will drain;

flee from the figth;
in a silent flight;
to recover the might;
no doubtful insight;

the first time
as scary as flight;
the truth is mine
might release your might...

glide with your wit
through the monsoon pit
where dreams are lit
and stars are still.

use YOUR feather.

Choices

If I knew then,
the things I know now;
I would not go back when,
I did not had the know how;

Earthling

pela terra eu vivo
nela me encosto
para descobrir meu propósito.

mas o contrário é a realidade...
ela vive para a humanidade
e de pouco em pouco ela morre.

o excesso da vaidade
uma falta de sensibilidade
comandam as cidades

uma roda de tortura
antiga como a lua
o nosso tempo calcula

de onde viemos, sabemos
lembrar deveriamos
dos antigos imaculados
as histórias de causos

escrito por homens
"criado" por deuses
interpretado por vermes
ensinado por mestres

algo ensinam,
puro e perceptível,
sobre a honra do arado.
agora é ignorado.

the course is set
our houses we never left
by the new 'elite'
the globe is going, somewhere steep
to new things achieve
by the mind of the rich and grim
and so make our world spin
with tricks and riddles
burocracy and deals
no mind attached
only money to fetch
corruption and robbery
seen on the media only by poverty
society's paths can all be tracked
but we've all got to act

Piiiils?

we've mastered the body
no illness shall harm me
with pills, injections our mind is left awry
erradicated some and others were left snoring..
sleep in fact is our state of body.

in the century of the race
new thoughts were traced
another stigma made
and a fresh torment is awake.

I wont even dare, to venture in there
the land of the free, the abode of dreams
it can lift all the pain
and likewise place you in chains
mind your mind

welcome to the theater of masks...

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...