Saturday, June 21, 2014

Ice Queen

Under a crowd of faceless grayed faces
And cold stoned shoulders
He dared to gaze at her
Clinical and cynical crystals looked back
Vitreous zircon, silver steel, sapphire tear
No diamond inside, only promise of hailstorm
Still...
If ever Evil were Good
It would be in mesmer beauty
Always making such compelling cases
So many men of solid reason
Fell to the enchants of Luna
Where lunacy blossoms and demons abound

(Poor poor boy
Poor poor little boy)

Gemini icy chrysoberil pearls were the perfect hex
Betrayed him with such misleading naive hope
The lure was made of silk velvety webs heedlessly entangling him
Adonic seduction demands obedience
Elegant delicacy spellbound him with not so heavenly grace

Let the summoning begin
Rush the feverish blood at the heart of his

Sweetened with soft honey
For years of kindheartedness
His innocent eyes soured in a heart beat
Swollen whole by her gelid charm
Azure hypnotic magnetism
He was stripped of all purity
Acquainted to her true design
The magic wears off
She needed him to witness his demise
Once his blood was boiling and infatuated
Now it's bathed in horror and terror
Appealing to her lusty desires
Well adjusted to her necrophiliac appetite

A vial of venous blood
Gathers at the core
Frosty and defiled
Just like her

(Poor poor boy
Poor poor foolish boy)

His warm flesh
Tender crimson heart devoured
By her malignant whimsical
Deadened-heart soul

Friday, June 20, 2014

Mind Demons

Am I Insane?

Nailed wooden planks
Sealed shut windows and doors
Any point of entry hermetic
Not even the skylight let the sunshine in
Every means of access barred with scrutiny

Render it uninhabited
Don't come knocking on my door
Don't throw rocks at my windows 
Make them forsake, make them forget

Uninhabited house, uninhabited owner
No need to fear insanity on his doorsteps
Already found it's way inside, to add to his woes
Made him forsaken, made him forlorn


Something tore down the frontiers
Thick walls of reasoning demolished
Mind Demons ravage through
Venturing in no man's land
They will soon be here
Raping sweet reality as it's known
Annihilating cold, hard and inexorable logic
A necessary evil now lessened by a more unimaginable threat
Mind Demons spreading like a plague
Dismembering what it's left of mind, spirit and identity

I am now more stranger to myself than the bystanders on the street

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Fingida Tranquilidade

Ruas perdidas de gente
Desdobram-se em caminhos estreitos
Ameaçando fecharem-se em catacumbas de esquecimento
Para quem ousar perturbar esta fingida tranquilidade
Alguns aventuram-se por esses caminhos íngremes de espaço intemporal
Esses nada mais são que cadáveres emocionais de murmúrios abafados
Sem entrar pelas paredes que contam histórias caladas e albergam caminhos imaginários
Apenas se ouvem ruídos do quotidiano insonso
Que nem dão vida, nem silêncio santo
Apenas um pálido arrastar de humanidade
Interminável ranger de calçada deambulante
Que não sabe por onde andou nem sabe para onde vai