quarta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2016

"It's all smooth sailing from here on out..."

I live and live and still no purpose…
I’m almost on my thirties and I still don’t know who I am
I drink and drink trying to find a reason…
I am close to the empty glass and still no answers
I smoke and smoke trying to see some sign on the smoke…
My cigarette is burnt out and still no signals…
I write and write but  I can’t find the right words…
I’ m close to my masterpiece and still it slips through my fingers…
I think and think and still no ideas…
 I guess I just lost my mind…


terça-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2016

Apocalyptic Isolation

There’s no better word for chaos. It’s just chaos.
We can call it mess, confusion…madness…
But it is what it is…simply chaos.
There’s no better way to get out than to leave …to slam the door in indifference…
There’s no better day to die than today…
There’s no better day to live than tomorrow…
There’s no better way to lose yourself than to open your eyes and turn your back on the abyss…
There are corners of this life that you can never reach…like you’re only living on the surface of life…you can see where you’ve been but not where you’re going…you can’t be at two places at once…you can’t take two paths at the same time…so you’re doomed to be constantly leaving pieces of yourself behind and to accept that’s the life…
Life… time …the god…the devil…the sun…the moon…whatever…this energy that’s greater than us…this power that outlive us...it works its ways…we can’t slow it down…or make it go faster…we can’t push it to go back or forth because it has its own mysterious ways…and we just acknowledge it and go on with it…
Day by day we’re closer to our end…that’s a truth that no one wants to admit even though everybody knows it…as if denying it will make it less real…
And day by day we postpone that end…and it doesn’t matter how old we are…every day lived in this world is a bonus…or just a misfortune…
Don’t let them fool you…life ain’t easy…. To live is to be in a constant battlefield and it doesn’t get any better with your experience or wisdom, because the more you know, the more being alive consumes you... until you reach the point of insanity…until you’ll need medication to get through the days…pills to help you sleep…pills to help calm down your nerves…alcohol to to make you be social and funny…
Drugs to keep you from dying and to make you forget you’re indeed dying…

domingo, 24 de janeiro de 2016

Anomaly

I want to be real.
I want to exist.
I want my voice to have sound.
It feels like I’m lock inside a coffin … that I am already dead.
How come these things happen?
I want to fight against it…to reverse this entire situation, but I just let myself go…like there’s nothing else I could be doing to change it.
Of all the people I could be , this one is the worst. I am a phantom. An invisible corpse dancing to the sound of broken drums and rusty guitars…
I am the tragic tune playing on the funeral parade.
I want to breathe.
I want to scratch through the veil and to rise to the surface…
I want to fill this emptiness.
I finished three bottles of wine but I’m still empty…
I want to acknowledge my own purpose.
Who am I?
A lost cause? A drunken poet with nothing left but a lonely heart?
Am I my own alter ego ?  My schizophrenic self?
I’ve lost myself so many times that I cannot find a way out of this hole.
Is anybody out there?
I search for sounds of life, but all I find is the sound of my own steps back and forth inside these white walls.
I walk and walk in circles and I’m no closer that I was before…