quinta-feira, 30 de novembro de 2023

High concepts

 Yes, we were more.

Looking at the thing at its core,
to no one's but my shock
we were so, so much more
than eyes alert
to mouths that flirt
in provocation
deep as our thoughts of a hilted cock.

We have our own lore
of verse of temptation,
light and hard conversation,
of shelters, tears and comotion.

So then, now and evermore,
no matter how settled is the score,
we shall be mission,
yearned permission
born of intuition
despite the mind's suspicion
and, above the shadows that left us sore,
pleasure, joy and transformation.

29/11/2023

quarta-feira, 29 de novembro de 2023

Three of swords, reversed

 Inside the space
you put in between
and I must give
which I hope
- for the flesh is weak -
is only to cope
and turn meek
the pain in two ends within,
never out of hate...

I also wish for a fate
where hearts are still open
to make odd numbers a bit more even,
one where we live
and forgive
and I say to your face
(god-willing, in your embrace)
that you will always have your place...

Where no matter how long
in whatever that chsnges
and happens
once again you may sit and belong
to my life
and my strife.

Here, this that I feel,
the missing,
is still grand.
Maybe if I stop wishing
and let be done the working
at theirs and your good will
the results you all shall grant.
 
And yes, I will always receive the new,
but oh, if only you knew
the much I yearn
for your return
with yet more to be laid bare
and, ready to share,
become more to learn.
 
29/11/2023

quarta-feira, 22 de novembro de 2023

22/11/2023

A busca pela pessoa redimida 

está no saber que o divino é capaz das mesmas coisas que nós, 

mas consegue ser melhor que nós.

segunda-feira, 20 de novembro de 2023

sábado, 11 de novembro de 2023

Daydreams

What is the use
of knowing your favourite food
if your heart
is something I've never understood?

Why should I know
your moon and your sign -
only to prove
your words and deeds never align?

Why even tell you 
of my wrath
if you end up as just another
soul who crossed my path?

Why would I bother
wondering about our end
when you don't mind saying
that I shouldn't worry, that you are my friend?

When to remember
about days, years and stars
if even the prettiest memories
are covered in scars?

What could I do
not to cry and instead forgive
what was done to my heart
and what we didnt live?

11/11/2023

08/12/2024

O excesso de medo não nos faz mais sábios.  Ele nos afasta daquilo que é para ser nosso e que, no fundo, sabemos que queremos