domingo, 7 de março de 2010
Obtive recentemente a certeza absoluta que escrever para este blog funciona como uma espécie de terapia, uma meditação espiritual, por assim dizer, que acaba por dissipar o meu ódio contra pessoas e contra o mundo e também que controla a minha raiva e tendências homicidas. A questão é que eu gosto de escrever (em geral) mas gosto igualmente do meu ódio visceral por todos os seres humanos. Portanto, é improvável voltar a pôr aqui qualquer coisa até resolver a questão...
quinta-feira, 4 de março de 2010
domingo, 28 de fevereiro de 2010
Death
I kneel before the sacred land,
To end the life I lived,
To walk endless days in the sand,
To resign of the evil I believed.
I opened my eyes,
Gave myself to your judgement,
Now, as the sky cries
Allow me to present my atonement.
"I have passed the boat and found myself in shore, looking at her eyes and..."
Beauty, peace, a longing over in a moment,
Burning love in Her face,
To my soul's content,
Finding myself here, in Summerland, safe.
If there's a word I crave,
Something I work for,
To conserve through years through windows and frames,
Is Her ethereal, eternal and unconditional love.
To end the life I lived,
To walk endless days in the sand,
To resign of the evil I believed.
I opened my eyes,
Gave myself to your judgement,
Now, as the sky cries
Allow me to present my atonement.
"I have passed the boat and found myself in shore, looking at her eyes and..."
Beauty, peace, a longing over in a moment,
Burning love in Her face,
To my soul's content,
Finding myself here, in Summerland, safe.
If there's a word I crave,
Something I work for,
To conserve through years through windows and frames,
Is Her ethereal, eternal and unconditional love.
Background, life and purgatory
Sitting naked by the edge of the fog, hearing the soft music that the waves bring, waiting the news from a son who loves his mother and his motherland, who gave up is nature and pride for the warmth that only a mother can bring. Loneliness for my present life and despair for the fear that my memory brings of the life that I struggle to past, I'm watching this fog in hope of a better future.
A free spirit shines through the dark of my mind. Some kind of beauty that has the ability to conquer even the most flawed of humans. I walk this dark tunnels in her presence, unable to feel her warmth but happy to kill the loneliness. From the beginning to the end, this pleasure comes with the sweat and blood of this disfigured demon. And the shadows remain, the wind blows with rage and brings the rain. I walk all this miles to continue through the boat to the safety of Her shores. Mother, give me shelter from my sins and my fears.
My intent leads me to Your door. I sit and wait judgement upon my soul as I pledge for my safety from the world of embers that wants to devour me into it's ignorance. I feel I'm falling, failing to secure the entrance to eternal rest. Hands to the sky, knees sinking between rocks and finding water. Kissing the rain and crying, I scream in pure despair and innocence, let me find a new life, let me carry on, give me shelter from myself.
A free spirit shines through the dark of my mind. Some kind of beauty that has the ability to conquer even the most flawed of humans. I walk this dark tunnels in her presence, unable to feel her warmth but happy to kill the loneliness. From the beginning to the end, this pleasure comes with the sweat and blood of this disfigured demon. And the shadows remain, the wind blows with rage and brings the rain. I walk all this miles to continue through the boat to the safety of Her shores. Mother, give me shelter from my sins and my fears.
My intent leads me to Your door. I sit and wait judgement upon my soul as I pledge for my safety from the world of embers that wants to devour me into it's ignorance. I feel I'm falling, failing to secure the entrance to eternal rest. Hands to the sky, knees sinking between rocks and finding water. Kissing the rain and crying, I scream in pure despair and innocence, let me find a new life, let me carry on, give me shelter from myself.
A blessed beginning
Anxiously crying, why am I yearning, in this year of apathy, a new word leaves a question mark in the air for those who have departed to Summerland
quinta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2010
segunda-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2010
By the shore
Somewhere I believe, a home made of joy and warmth. I exist through that hope, at the gates of the river that greets me with it's natural beauty and coldness in the morning. In shallow existence, I ignore my shadow and welcome the rain in a night of silent solitude and longing. I've missed my evil and mischief, my destruction and anger. Taken for granted, this child stepped out of home into the pouring rain to recover what it was once lost.
Under the Moon light, a blessed chant drove me here. Conquered my soul and mind, controlled my body and created and rapture between my fatigue and my objective. And now I leave this world in a quiet bleeding to an immortal life in the shadows of their minds. My room is small and the light dim but nowhere I rather be but by the shore watching the waves turn around my perspective and the sound of breaking water tearing apart the innocence along with the screams of my progenitors.
Breaking the barriers, discovering the reason of this existence, as I paint my picture with the blood of my ancestors whom lie lifeless in the floor. I found a secret, hush and listen to the wind, it guides me away. Awaiting the adrenaline to kick in, I rush outside and discover delight in the fire that burns my body. In the end of my life, in the final destination of my journey I kneel before the sea and thank the stars for the life I once had. I find my conscience both torturing and a blessing. I give in to the pain and launch myself to the waves. A merciless death for a loveless life by the shore.
Under the Moon light, a blessed chant drove me here. Conquered my soul and mind, controlled my body and created and rapture between my fatigue and my objective. And now I leave this world in a quiet bleeding to an immortal life in the shadows of their minds. My room is small and the light dim but nowhere I rather be but by the shore watching the waves turn around my perspective and the sound of breaking water tearing apart the innocence along with the screams of my progenitors.
Breaking the barriers, discovering the reason of this existence, as I paint my picture with the blood of my ancestors whom lie lifeless in the floor. I found a secret, hush and listen to the wind, it guides me away. Awaiting the adrenaline to kick in, I rush outside and discover delight in the fire that burns my body. In the end of my life, in the final destination of my journey I kneel before the sea and thank the stars for the life I once had. I find my conscience both torturing and a blessing. I give in to the pain and launch myself to the waves. A merciless death for a loveless life by the shore.
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