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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.
Broken RecordInsanity is doing something with a lack of reason
A deranged state of mind; everything's an illusion
Doing it over again, expecting a different end
Almost like a broken record that you're trying to mend
You set the needle back, hoping for a tune
But only vast, empty silence fills the room
They say the broken record would never be fixed
But still the insanity continues, leaving you transfixed
A different result you expect, from setting the needle back again
But never did it hit you that the attempt was vain
Endless trying, never succeeding
Perhaps it was just the insanity speaking...
CancerI remember the time that you touched the stars
Stark white, skin-tight; they hit you too hard
With a splintered cry, falling from sulfurous Mars
And the Fates ran screaming back into the dark
I remember the sound
The thrum and the pound
I remember the morning you woke in blood
When the lies in your eyes were unbearably rough
And the marks of the hypocrite far from enough
'Til you wept as Moses e'er fires and flood
I remember your song
You thought you were strong
I remember much further than Man ever dreams
You forced out your flesh, and I wept at the screams
The soul and the sorrow to memory clings
A light in the night, like Insanity, beams
I'll remember your cry
'Til the day I, too, die
StoriesWhen you walk by
and see someone,
do you ever wonder
about the story behind that person?
What put them on the road
to where they are now in life?
How did they gain their fame and glory
or why are they filled with pain and strife?
That homeless man
lying there in the street
may have at one point
served in our naval fleet.
When he came home,
his wife had divorced him
and that is the very thing
that completely destroyed him.
Then there's that secretary
who's flirty boss is her pet peeve,
and you may wonder
why she doesn't just leave.
Her family is poor.
They need the money.
So she is stuck with that job
and her boss's promiscuity.
Of course there's that boy
who sat in the corner
and the girl who spoke to him
despite what they told her.
Many years later,
they are happily married
and have two kids
named Robert and Sherry.
Every person you see
has a story to tell
about how they reached heaven
or how they're damned to hell.
So the next time someone
talks about their life,
cursethe glass's sand, to our chagrin,
spills fast away and ne'er again
will life subsist as it has been;
may you live in, may you live in...
we're forced to watch forces align,
to our communal world malign
and lay to waste our plans contrived;
int'resting times, int'resting times...
The fence in my yardThere’s a fence in my yard
My father taught me to build
With a gate in the front
And a back strong-willed
Where the inside and outside
Love and hate of the world collides
Just like my face
It has two sides
One of welcome and safe inclusion
One of absolute defiant seclusion
Both built to last paid with sweat
Nails driven with pounding regret
But isolation has left this yard alone
The laughter of my children echo no more
Because as they all matured
They walked out the door
Express YourselfAn opinion is not a fact,
It’s a way of expressing what you believe,
Some people just overreact,
And they do nothing else, but deceive.
You either concur or deviate,
People’s beliefs deserve a lot of respect,
Everyone has a right to differentiate,
It doesn’t necessarily mean they are correct.
A person’s view could be knowledgeable,
Just appreciate what someone has to state,
An opinion doesn’t have to turn into a debate,
It’s a shame when people are intolerable.
I wish the world could be a better place,
For the entire human race,
A place where we can care,
A place where everyone is fair.
Now before you go on and criticise,
An opinion is not a fact,
It’s a way of expressing what you believe.
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...
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