Saturday, October 8, 2016

God in my Belly

Talk in town was
God wanted to destroy me
He was not pleased
Yet I do not know why

Years have passed
I have grown waiting
For the fires of God
To purify me
Yet he never did

But in the wait
God grew in my belly
So I became God
Only so that I could destroy myself

And in that heresy
I found the reasons
For my destruction

Monday, September 12, 2016

Session Adjourned

You have feared so much that day would come
That you started to secretly yearn for it
You fantasize about that dreadful day
In every burned leaf and every scorched land
Finding strange delight in the fires
That devour your fields 
Before your very eyes

After having assured yourself of your own guilt
Years of silent prayers and silent answers
You are now acquainted to your fate
That day which is always near at hand
It's too close! Impending! For aeons, it's really here!
Awaiting your sentence to come
Delayed one more hour, one more day
Yet you feel it's imminence
This day held so much fear upon you
That you can no longer live without it's disclosure
You despair for it, shudder and tremble
With true zeal and undeniable urgency
You pronounce the verdict
You bring the culprit
And swing the axe over the head

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Vicarious Nature

From shed tears to burned synthetics
Got rid of any counterfeit defenses
Yet my bare figure was still too heavy
So I did undress layers of acquaintance selfs
While absent from my own quantical sight
Silently I was unpeeling belts of fortifications
As I was next to myself, distracted by dormancy
But I did glare once at the convex glass
A thousand eyes unfold in the mirror ahead
Shrunken unblinking pupils signal my undoing
And I, desperate to reach deeper tiers of conscience
Begin to throw chunks of blood-soaked meat at the floor
Digging faster my chest, soon stripped from live tissue
Finally I rip out the long tusks and access the core
A sobbing choked-up sentimental muscle
Shakes and seizures, stark-naked
Raped by my own voyerism

Saturday, June 11, 2016

Shall we sit down for Dinner?

Someone invited me for dinner
Some higher chair on the food chain
Charming and unequivocally compelling
As any contract presented by the Devil himself
A table full of many flavors of wrongs and vain promises
Anyone else, less acquainted to sinful enterprises
Would walk those long halls back to holier ground
But I had experienced before the dooming taste from those bowls
Open and wide, emanating scarlet desires
Which my tongue had already known by heart
Oh!... And if it wasn't for...
My twisted masochism and deep-seated guilt
I would... most certainly do otherwise
Undoubtedly I would choose to damn my soul any other way
But as I once had a seat on that table before
There was no point to pray for me anymore
A table full of all the poisons I could choose
I satiated my thirst from every damned bittersweet liquor there were
Even if I would die as many times as the many flavors of poisons I did enjoy

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Missing In Action

That woman has no visage nor vanity
Taught in the black arts of lunacy
Her face is old and wrinkled
Transmuted back to her golden years
Double agent working for the enemy
Traded away for her counterpart
Deus ex Machina
A more convenient persona to fill in the gaps
Left by everything she chose to renounce
Saint soul no more, would she notice her sanity gone?
Because of the demons she now harbours
There is no need for such hubris
Toxic fumes imbued by voices of grand fates and fatalities
Covers the abyss that she is now
Against all laws in the dreams of the real
She dissipated to ethereal realms
Master in skills of illusion and delusion
The greatest Spy who has ever been
Erased her mind clean, identity is gone
Whatever link to her conscience abolished
Missing In Action for all means and purposes
All they had on her was vital signs, conscious no more
Acidic insanity dissolved all signs of what she used to be
The greatest Illusionist who has ever been

Saturday, January 9, 2016

A Remedy for our Sins

Having walked the earth
Hoping to find a remedy for our peccability
One that would satiate our covetousness nature
I stumbled upon statues of might-have-beens
For far too long, longing for to be unearthed

What did I find
Not anonymous providence
Neither deity nor ipseity did I unmask
Only scorpions under the debries
And skeletons of my beliefs

Having left no stone unturned
Little it did to appease my zeal
And did I linger on my fool's errand
Until the grains of sand
Were taxing on my youth

And what did I find
False, fallen, unsympathetic Idols
Worthless golden statues
Man-made replicas of long gone gods
Where did they go
Were men so repulsive
To be left here to die
As the last specks of sanctity
Become even more hard to find
Will they return when there's no more left
Bring another Deluge to wash away our sins
Bring another set of clay figurines
Re-populate with same frail tendencies

Friday, January 8, 2016

Demagogias da Mente

Sussuras para ti mesmo
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Para acreditares na verdade
Dele te assombrar
Nos sonhos esquecidos
Antes de acordares


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Envoltas por quimeras
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Te nega conhecer
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Verdades mais intoleráveis
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