يُنَظِّف، يُطَهِّر

2009-07-17T12:21:00.006+01:00

maybe kids, a dog and a microwave

We had cities in the world

And so very little time

And now we’re back at home

In love with old memories from ghost towns

“Trust me everything will be just fine

…only if you take me off your mind”

The fact is that we won’t ever know

what will ever come and hit us next

You said you wanted love?

So I guess this is you will get with it.

And there you keep standing

with your heart upon your sleeve

Always knowing from the start

that the choice in me it was to leave.

And please do know that when my foot is out the door

I really don’t know where it’s heading for.

And maybe… we’ll wake up in a city far away

And maybe we’ll make up someday

It doesn’t matter anyway

Right now I can’t be happy if I choose to

Knowing that in the morning I will lose you

So close your eyes and come to bed

Forget the talks we should have had

Lets count to ten in between breathes

Because this is as good as it will ever get

Woe

2008-07-15T06:20:00.001+01:00

She tastes the blood

Fainted hair

Pounding pulse

Waiting

In her veins

Vitreous

She closes her eyes

Her chest cracks open

The blazing sky

Crushed bones

Sparkling light

A path of blood

As she fades

Through the rain

Night falls

She lies

Cold wind

Whispering

Veiling fog

Fragile

In my arms

Velvet flower

We dance

2007-10-29T18:03:00.000Z

Não sentiste os meus aguçados dentes a atravessarem a tua pútrida carne?

Não sentiste o meu perpétuo ódio a tingir o teu sangue de um vermelho mais escuro?

fui eu quem sorveu o fétido mênstruo que das tuas veias vazava,

te decepou dessa sórdida e inútil efemeridade que é ser tu,

te devorou visceralmente,

te mutilou as memórias.

Fui eu quem, finalmente,

te amputou de mim.

Angústia

2007-10-07T10:29:00.000+01:00

Trago em mim
As mágoas da solidão
Trago-as nos meus tristes olhos
e entojado coração

Levo-as aos meus mudos lábios,
Outrora belos e sábios,
Murmuram agora noite e dia
A sua eterna lânguida melancolia

Em voz rouca e sombria.
E que em noite escura e fria
São lábios que murcham na escuridão

Véu de tristeza

2007-10-07T10:15:00.000+01:00

Vivo sozinha no topo da minha torre
Bordando o meu longo véu
Quanto mais bordo mais a minha torre
Alcança e rompe o céu

Nela oiço ao longe o tempo que corre
Perto o silêncio que chora quem morre
Na minha torre nunca entrou alguém
Espero, anseio, mas não vem ninguém

Com a minha alma a soluçar de tristeza
Com o peso de uma vida oca e desconhecida
Do meu véu faço asas, e com leveza
Parto para sempre, incompreendida.

Lua

2007-07-29T22:14:00.000+01:00

" [...] Noite, longa e triste noite. Agitada. Tento adormecer as minhas ansiedades, esquecer quem sou, à procura de um momento de serenidade.

A lua resplandece e acende a noite, os corvos lá fora ecoam quase tão irrequietos quanto eu, errantes na noite sobrevoam o escuro, a escuridão cega-me.

Sinto lágrimas nascerem nos meus olhos, não querem derramar. Saio, silenciosamente, receio acordar alguém, qualquer gesto ensurdecedor, o tempo parece que não esquece. Apenas segundos, desço os degraus procurando a saída para a noite mais próxima.

Esconder as lágrimas que teimam em não derramar. Procurar a noite que me resguarda sem me questionar nem julgar.

Está frio, mas vem de dentro.

Acompanhas-me, ao meu desânimo e frustração, ás minhas questões, indecisões e desilusões.

Nunca tive nada a perder pois à muito que tinha desistido.

Desistido de mim, da fantasia, do querer ser.

Ainda os oiço ao longe, o choro angustiante, já cá não deviam estar, deviam ter partido rumo ao norte, estão confusos.

A lua reflecte contra o rio, reconforta-me, tenho os olhos amarrados á lua, é a única que me consegue fazer sentir de volta a casa, a todas as coisas que deixei para trás, consciente ou inconscientemente, e a ver os caminhos que percorri e os que contornei.

Opções, escolhas, decisões, terão valido a dor?

É este o meu choro que não verte."

Please hold

2006-11-11T22:55:00.000Z

Trapped in time
reviving the same
o v e r a n d o v e r
and over again

Draining the life from me
From within I wither
(as you fade)

Grief, disbelief
delusion and disappointment

Gifts from the past
that I still carry with me
For they are all I have
For they are all that was given to me

And I go forth

wandering...

travelling...
looking for sanctuary.

~~~~~~~~~~
Autumn night...
all alone...
quiet despair in a quiet home.

2006-01-28T18:28:00.000Z

THE HARVEST

For I am two thousand years late,
Nature’s womb is no longer giving birth;
In this, cunning, Evil Age
Precious life is turning back into dirt;

Corrupt governments and vicious religions;
Life that can no longer suffice;
Hatred which raises our forsaken children;
Propaganda of self-inflicting lies;

Reap the sin and the vice
Sow virtue and wisdom
We can no longer abide
Under this world’s scum

The shattered mirrors, that reflects my soul,
Are where the unborn shall sleep;
Life is breeding death everyday,
The reason why I shall reap;

I am the Reaper, I am the God
Although, you must not fear me
I am your Taker, I am your Guide
I ask you just to forgive me

Honey Pixies

2005-07-03T16:26:00.000+01:00

They stay there dangling
They chose you to play
You must be honest
Or they can twirl you away

Dip them in honey
Let them drip in your fear
Hanging by their wings
They laugh with sneer

They reveal you a secret
Hush… its true!
You can’t see it or feel
But you know right away

They are the fairies from the parable
They live in your dreams
But today... they are real
Today you are free

Honey Pixies

Amethyst Garrotte

2005-07-03T16:25:00.000+01:00

Clog your gutter

With rations and wine

Orbit the weight

From your void

To mine

Strangle me whole

Strangle me a lie

Strangle me more

Strangle me to die

Be someone you hate

And scent the waste

That you become

Amethyst Garrotte

Maverick the Ignorant

2005-07-03T16:24:00.000+01:00

Against all the factions
In secrecy stands
Revealing actions
A fool in his hands

Eccentric for fear
Creative by force
Assuming presumptions
Avoiding the course

Dimmed facade
Diminished by brightness
Rationalizing the evident
Evident is the secrecy

Maverick the Ignorant

Vain Temptress

2005-03-21T16:49:00.000Z

Diluted obsession
Draining through the walls
Massive passion
Drawn into our souls

Disturbed and delighted,
From darkness till morning,
Vain temptress harvests
The nights without warning

Heads are to be severed
And choices to be made
No life can be spared
Senses are about to be faded

Feeling the repulsion
And the infected confusion
People rely in their common delusion

Frightened from her blade
And ashamed of the blame
Ask for forgiveness and it end’s up the same

Universal foundations,
To be shattered once and for all,
Fearing the future
We have lost it all

Vain Temptress

Ravening Existence

2005-02-28T20:36:00.000Z

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

Quarrel

2005-02-28T19:30:00.000Z

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

"Charity"

2005-02-28T19:29:00.000Z

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"

Mirror

2005-02-28T19:25:00.000Z

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.

Fyr

2005-02-28T19:16:00.000Z

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.