Realism cannot bare the truth
Of those petty lives we loath for
I cannot create more than I can assemble
There’s no more to a carcass than its core
Unwilling to alter, unwilling to change
Insatiable starvation of body and soul
Longing to portion these amoral corpses
To supply our lives to a finer whole
Lusting for better days of essence
I cannot see with my eyes closed
I cannot crawl into an existence
Therefore…I die
Ravening Existence
Monday, February 28, 2005
Quarrel
Grief anguish and frustration join me as constant shadows,
Akin to devouring my conscience
To consume my abilities of action, reflection, and articulation;
Composure, tranquillity, serenity
Anger, wrath, rage,
It depends on me to rule these emotional parasites.
Me alone;
But I’m not even wrought as merely me;
I’m bent for what surrounds me.
And if what surrounds me resists me, then we are opponents,
Opponents that breed in reverse ways,
Nurturing conflict,
Engendering deviation,
Growing in vast distance;
Severing me to divided fates.
Still, in reality, we are one, no more than me.
I see myself taken by the mist
Wandering between mirth and tears
Quarrel
Akin to devouring my conscience
To consume my abilities of action, reflection, and articulation;
Composure, tranquillity, serenity
Anger, wrath, rage,
It depends on me to rule these emotional parasites.
Me alone;
But I’m not even wrought as merely me;
I’m bent for what surrounds me.
And if what surrounds me resists me, then we are opponents,
Opponents that breed in reverse ways,
Nurturing conflict,
Engendering deviation,
Growing in vast distance;
Severing me to divided fates.
Still, in reality, we are one, no more than me.
I see myself taken by the mist
Wandering between mirth and tears
Quarrel
"Charity"
He did not come and the hours kept passing,
My body went bitter with pain.
The dark woods beyond felt suddenly inviting,
Through the front window, I saw nothing but rain.
The room was too cold, too dark even for darkness.
I had misjudged him once again.
And I couldn’t cope with it I tried to relax into the shelter of blindness,
My tears came I could not stop them.
I found myself searching for that spirit
He was wrong, there was nothing to fear
I felt his amity tightening in a web around me, holding me near.
The only evilness in these quarters was my own
I was weak, after all, and alone.
Hell was cold as ice and barren as winter,
And it was a place I knew too well
Hell was the distance in his eyes whenever he looked at me,
How easily I fell
"Charity"
My body went bitter with pain.
The dark woods beyond felt suddenly inviting,
Through the front window, I saw nothing but rain.
The room was too cold, too dark even for darkness.
I had misjudged him once again.
And I couldn’t cope with it I tried to relax into the shelter of blindness,
My tears came I could not stop them.
I found myself searching for that spirit
He was wrong, there was nothing to fear
I felt his amity tightening in a web around me, holding me near.
The only evilness in these quarters was my own
I was weak, after all, and alone.
Hell was cold as ice and barren as winter,
And it was a place I knew too well
Hell was the distance in his eyes whenever he looked at me,
How easily I fell
"Charity"
Mirror
Mirror
I no longer desire to be a free mind, incarcerated between humanity,
I want to be imprisoned like you, fight for my freedom, defy it and build it.
Mirror me
Make me like you
I crave to be like you
Mirror me
Make of me your sister
I want to be like you, modest but dense, ephemeral but eternal
I want to wish or a simple want.
Espelho
Nao quero mais ser uma mente livre encarcerada entre a humanidade,
Quero ser aprisionada como tu, quero lutar pela minha liberdade, quero desafia-la e construi-la. Espelha-me.
Faz me de ti igual
Quero ser como tu
Espelha-me
Faz me de ti irma
Quero ser como tu, pouca mas densa, efemera mas eterna
Quero um desejar ou um simples querer.
I no longer desire to be a free mind, incarcerated between humanity,
I want to be imprisoned like you, fight for my freedom, defy it and build it.
Mirror me
Make me like you
I crave to be like you
Mirror me
Make of me your sister
I want to be like you, modest but dense, ephemeral but eternal
I want to wish or a simple want.
Espelho
Nao quero mais ser uma mente livre encarcerada entre a humanidade,
Quero ser aprisionada como tu, quero lutar pela minha liberdade, quero desafia-la e construi-la. Espelha-me.
Faz me de ti igual
Quero ser como tu
Espelha-me
Faz me de ti irma
Quero ser como tu, pouca mas densa, efemera mas eterna
Quero um desejar ou um simples querer.
Fyr
And there one wandered, in the corners of solitude,
I felt you d rise in between the smoke from the embers that cracked
Your eyes would be flamed red, cremating my resident essence in you at the same as the ashes. Your lips, withered and swooned, kept stanched facing the shedding tears from your eyes
Your skin would be irradiating but hazy like the strength of the wrath and rebellion in you.
I would ask your forgiveness for anything
I did and for everything I didnt, for everything I provoked without incitation and from there hence our moment of conciliation and serenity would come.
But no, the fire was just fire, and nothing would change or presage to, it was only a delirium demanded from my incommodious conscience that becomes unbearable from time to time, a delirium made from myself to myself wanting the forgiveness from my own existence.
E por ali andava, nos cantos da solidao,
Senti que te elevavas por entre o fumo das brasas que estalavam
Os teus olhos seriam vermelhos cor de fogo e cremavam a minha essencia presente em ti juntamente com as cinzas.
Os teus labios, murchos e desmaiados, mantinham-se estanques perante o verter de lagrimas dos teus olhos.
A tua pele seria radiosa mas enevoada como o alento e a revolta da tua ira.
Pedir-te-ia perdao por tudo o que nao fiz e pelo nada que te fiz, por tudo aquilo que provoquei sem incitar, e dai viria o nosso momento de conciliaçao e de serenidade.
Mas nao, o fogo era so fogo, e nada mudava nem pressagiava, nao passava de um delirio exigido pela minha consciencia incomoda que a pouco e pouco se torna insuportavel, um delirio de mim para mim a querer o perdao da minha própria existência.
I felt you d rise in between the smoke from the embers that cracked
Your eyes would be flamed red, cremating my resident essence in you at the same as the ashes. Your lips, withered and swooned, kept stanched facing the shedding tears from your eyes
Your skin would be irradiating but hazy like the strength of the wrath and rebellion in you.
I would ask your forgiveness for anything
I did and for everything I didnt, for everything I provoked without incitation and from there hence our moment of conciliation and serenity would come.
But no, the fire was just fire, and nothing would change or presage to, it was only a delirium demanded from my incommodious conscience that becomes unbearable from time to time, a delirium made from myself to myself wanting the forgiveness from my own existence.
E por ali andava, nos cantos da solidao,
Senti que te elevavas por entre o fumo das brasas que estalavam
Os teus olhos seriam vermelhos cor de fogo e cremavam a minha essencia presente em ti juntamente com as cinzas.
Os teus labios, murchos e desmaiados, mantinham-se estanques perante o verter de lagrimas dos teus olhos.
A tua pele seria radiosa mas enevoada como o alento e a revolta da tua ira.
Pedir-te-ia perdao por tudo o que nao fiz e pelo nada que te fiz, por tudo aquilo que provoquei sem incitar, e dai viria o nosso momento de conciliaçao e de serenidade.
Mas nao, o fogo era so fogo, e nada mudava nem pressagiava, nao passava de um delirio exigido pela minha consciencia incomoda que a pouco e pouco se torna insuportavel, um delirio de mim para mim a querer o perdao da minha própria existência.
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