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The City of TomorrowMany years have passed since the blast
Nothing's the same, everyone's insane
With all that technology, there's no more logic
I hope I can find my way
I just can't run away.
With blood on my fists, I keep fighting
I can't stand all these people lying
This city was once a peaceful place,
But look around! It's all a disgrace!
Smashing, bashing, crashing...
All I hear is the sound of bones breaking
Either mine or the punks', they keep screaming
This new drug is indeed revolutionary,
But it won't stop me from making them be buried!
There's got to be a way
To stop this whole madness
Evil shall not prevail upon my fists!
I'll crush them all untill it's over
And destroy everything to pieces!
In the darkest night,
Nothing's going to be in my sight
Only hope will be shining bright,
For everything to be right.
Ciclos de Um SaberUma ideia é idealizada
nos ideais de um idealizador.
Uma nota é anotada
nas anotações de um anotador.
Uma escrita é escrita
nas escrituras de um escritor.
Uma poesia é poetizada
nos poemas de um poeta.
Uma ideia é anotada
nas escrituras de um poeta.
Invigorating Quick RestWe all know how life's fast,
But talking about speed,
Certainly death's the best.
We just live to choose a creed.
On a dream, have you ever died?
Nobody has, you can't lie.
When dead, will we dream at least?
No, we'll for sure just rest in peace.
Like a normal deep sleep
When, time, you can't feel,
Without matter of what's real,
And no illusions of a soulless creep.
And before I realize,
Suddenly I'll be alive,
Watching all the ones that criticized
Waiting for their judgment in the final line.
Are You Alright?Give it a try
And then you're going to die
Follow your curiosity
And then it'll kill you
Taste all tastes of life
And then you're going to be dead.
It ain't no joke
Get out before there is no more hope
Don't be the first in death's line
Deal with the only reality
Take your soul as high as Heaven
And then you'll be back no longer upset
Your time hasn't come yet.
Disturbing Mental PrisonSome people are dead,
Watching the world in red,
The red of blood
Spilled from their mouths,
Falling to pieces,
Getting no way out.
Inside their own minds,
Blinded by their lives,
Stuck in a single melody,
A melody of silence,
A melody of agony,
A melody of desperation.
Only God might help,
Cleaning up their situations,
Giving life back,
Presenting the only salvation.
Some people are dead,
Not because they died,
But because they don't live.
Cegueira DirecionalÉ, a vida segue...
Para onde estamos indo?
A placa diz "Viver"
Com uma seta apontada para frente.
Devo seguir a vida para frente?
Mas que frente?
Qualquer lugar que olho pode ser a frente
Sigo então para qualquer lado?
Minha bússola não ajuda,
Há muitas direções para se viver
Como posso saber a direção certa?
Há mesmo uma direção certa?
"Viver" é longe daqui?
Ou é perto de "Morrer"?
"Morrer" não está tão distante,
Imprevisivelmente chego lá,
Mas até que chegue,
Qual o melhor caminho?
Peço a Deus que me guie.
Remaining FaithNowadays people are still naive
Some pretend not to be, indeed
To get what they want and need
In a world full of bad seeds.
If you're going to do it your way
Prepare for the game you'll play
Because there's no more time to pray
So just face what you're about to pay.
In the darkest night
Nothing's going to be in my sight
Only the hope will be shining bright
For everything to be right.
Poema SecoEm terras rachadas,
Onde homem não vive,
Uma gente se mudava,
Tentando ser livre
Em uma caminhada,
Que os assistisse.
Problemas eram normais,
Dificuldades não faltavam,
Pois em suas situações,
Estes se agravavam,
Só depois percebendo
Como se encontravam.
Miseráveis estes eram,
Sofrendo a conseqüência
Que a seca lhes trazia,
Mas não tinham ciência
De como viveriam,
Estando em decadência.
Fabiano, homem bruto,
Procurava seu sustento,
Ajudar a família,
O que era seu intento,
Vivendo como podia
Em um mundo cinzento.
Sofrida, mãe de dois filhos,
Sinhá Vitória era,
Ter uma vida melhor,
Ah! Como ela quisera...
Ou ao menos dormir melhor,
No momento não pudera.
Vinha do irracional,
Baleia, sim, a cadela
Esta era fundamental,
Tratada como gente,
A caçadora vital.
Os filhos se perguntavam,
Como se sucedia
O que lhes enternecera,
Não possuindo conceito
Certezas da VidaO tempo passa sem que percebamos...
Passam dias, meses e anos...
Nunca sabemos o que dessa vida esperar,
Nem mesmo o que nela podemos encontrar.
Sempre que penso no que devo ou não fazer,
Tento achar alguma maneira para entender
Tudo aquilo que antes não percebi,
Neste mundo vil em que sempre vivi.
A vida não é fácil e disso sabemos,
Situações difíceis nela teremos
E as enfrentaremos para nos mantermos de pé,
Confiando em Deus, que nos provê a fé.
Espero pelo dia em que eu possa dizer
Que em minha vida, feliz pude viver,
Mesmo que não consiga todos os meus sonhos realizar,
Morrerei feliz pelo que consegui aproveitar
E em paz minha alma enfim descansará.
Angel of JusticeI am the Angel 'Justice'
mine, fiercely sought after scales.
For in my balance
In my presence always
Satan does fail.
And, shall flee
should I be for thee.
For he knows, the time is at hand.
His fear is great
for I never deviate.
When the Lord hath spoken
I take command!
And I shall remain
unto the end of time,
slow, and precise, my chore.
That all may see
the truth rejoice.
I spread my wings
at the guilty's door!
Devil's ReignHe walks the earth
to and fro.
No one sees him as he walks.
Still he is there
as sure as the darkness.
He lives,he breeds, he stalks;
the innocent prey that he hunts
It is a wonderful time, indeed
to breath upon them the breath
disrupt their lives,
corrupt their seed.
In his hands are deciet
His mouth, dissembling.
To know him is to know death
darkness, prison and chains.
He warms your hands
with his strategems
...as slowly, you learn his name.
And you discover there is
no way out.
You have entered the devil's reign.
IntangibleYesterday...was a butterfly
a fragile, delicate jewel.
Given me, in nonchalance
used, like a careless tool...
Those days gone by like big white clouds
passed through serenity;
a time stood 'still'; captured and framed
in this place called memory.
Where birds sang, sweet and soft;
where the wind, caressed the tall grass.
Where innocence, was the eye of a doe;
a beauty, come to pass...
For there came a time for learning
the winds of change
whipped, and turned;
through all live 'unsuspecting'.
What the future can never relearn.
Queen of HeartsYou may be wondering as you read this
how she came to get her name.
The secret died with the man
she loved long ago
where today, her soul remains;
guarded and protected.
Beside him until the end of time.
There's no way - anyone
could break the chain
that binds her to his side.
..Though the Joker thought, he could win her
with his Jesters
three and four.
"The laugh of the town" thought they;
"Make her blood run cold".
The results, however, had startled him
so he crawled back on his knees;
bewildered by her, relentlessness
so prepared he, to beg, to plead.
But you're playing with the Queen of Hearts!
Don't attempt to 'begin' to amend!
Beaten at the start
with the rules
of your own game!
who knows all men.
I died todayIn a hospital so white,
my eyes and ears open wide.
I take in the smells, people,
the thoughts that gladly ring.
Their cries of pure joy and victory,
leave me surprised and petrified.
I'm not in history..
I died today,
my lungs can breathe.
I died today,
my heart only sings.
My skin is still warm,
eyes still blue and white.
My mouth moves,
smoothing stiff grooves.
My arms raise,
My legs do as I say.
Nothing is injured, bent
and even broken..
Yet I died today..
And I am still alive.
ConfidenceCan you do it?
Only I can try.
Nothing can stand in my way,
Find the reason to stay.
Ignore the feelings of self doubt,
Don't give up.
Enter the barrier,
Nothing to lose.
Carry on and fight,
Everyone is waiting in the light!
I am what I eatso many choices
so little time
drive through slime
tomorrow I'll start over
clean and sober
back to my garden
back to my roots
delicious and satisfying
fresh veggies and fruits
next time I'm rushed
and wanting a treat
I'm going to remember
I am what I eat
LadderEveryone told me to go up,
be the best you can be.
Everyone wants to believe,
they too can become part of the sea.
It is so lovely from above!
you can see the lovely dove,
flying abreast the place,
where everyone has come to love..
A societal place,
a glorious marking,
to those who smile,
and challenge failure in the face..
Up the rungs they go,
stepping on the obstacles,
Monkey says, Monkey do,
it follows to you.
With stride becomes pride.
Leaving realistic and sensible expectations to the side,
and hitching arrogance for the ride.
thinking they are so high!
I can't believe they turned my nose at me,
at what status they could see!
With that height on the rungs and life,
do they not think of the bad and strife?
I wonder, I wonder...
As they climb,
they only risk their demise.
With each step,
death comes to rise.
I watch for that one slip,
that one mistake.
Because they don't know,
how painful it is to
G R O U N D
The Labyrinth of Me (Complete)Restless in the stormy night.
Like candle flame unwaning light.
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds.
Waking dreams my mind unfurled.
Void of colour just shades of grey.
No-one here to guide my way.
Echoes of a man lost in a dream.
Porcelain statues unable to scream.
The labyrinth of me lies ahead.
Each step, each breath fills me with dread.
On every wall my portraits hang.
Each one painted with an honest hand.
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt.
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward.
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn.
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf.
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth.
Judges grinning while banging their gavels.
The pages before me the black book unravels.
Some pages are empty and others unclean.
Allowing you only to see the obscene.
Myself I am judge no lies to deceive.
Like a mirror reflecting my every misdeed.
The revelation of faces grinning before me.
They are all me both judge and jury.
A guilty verdict the
Evolução InvolutivaOlho pela janela
E tudo que vejo é artificial.
Texturas, cores, luzes...
No início o mundo era natural...
Tudo de bom estava ao alcance...
Mas nunca foi suficiente.
A busca por facilidades
Desencadeou ainda maiores dificuldades...
Como evoluir, se tudo que criamos
Nos torna dependentes?
O simples ganhou novos conceitos...
Passou de menos para mais...
Trouxe guerras pela paz...
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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