(a) Love Song

I love your eyes when you look away 

Thinking somewhere else of what ought to be 

When they're suddenly blue for a moment of time 

Then the color goes when you look at me 

I love your hands as a part of you 

As they write a word just by staying still 

When you talk they move, painting what you say 

So I understand more than words can tell 

I love your hair in the dark it's soft 

In the light it moves, red and green are brown 

All the time it takes for a night to pass 

And a lifetime grows as the day comes down 

I love you now as you don't love me 

I can't let you know you're too far away 

But I wonder now just what did you see 

When you looked at me in that loveless way

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

(Edgar Allan Poe)

Glimpse of the Night

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Not a single blink, from the lifeless eyes that gaze the night sky. Fools!, looking for the stars, regardless of their own blindness...

Who spoiled them?

Perhaps, the solitude.

Or...

The infinite sadness of days, hidden somewhere behind those drops of nothingness that flows from them, unremarkably...

Exanimus, they let themselves stay for one more day... Only as a tribute to their heroine-mother.

Maybe it's time to start dying for myself...

Longing

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Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

(Matthew Arnold)

(Dedicated to you... <3)

Soledad

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Shattered, once again, this cristal-made heart o'mine... With all its pieces scattered all over, and no You to reassemble it for the last time...

Not even all this years of practice, could prepare me for this sudden interregnum of companionship, neither can this solitude be described in mere words... What I am, today, is a big bunch of nothingness.

With big love, comes big pain... But this is far beyond what I expected, and all that's left is...

Hope...

How I wish, that Master Time could make my days easier... How I wish, that I could be teleported to some future, where my love made her mind already, allowing us to finally have the peace we deserve, the happiness that could represent the final makings of our beings...

But he's mad at me, and he's right... Wasting life the way I did for twenty-six years, deserves more punishment than the one it represents itself... And I'm now paying for something that it's not exclusively my fault, but in what concerns to me... I'm willing to accept it, I just don't know how long will I manage to stay like this... Heartless... Breathless... Without you...

In The Beginning...

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It's like, we learn how to breathe for the first time. We've been choking since we know ourselves, and suddenly, a smooth breeze covers our soul, allowing us to fly, and fly, and fly...

In no time, the brightness of the rainbow blinds us, and we, who never saw anything but darkness, become terrified, and scared, and... Amazed, by the challenge it represents, by the feathers that suddenly break the steel, and then...

We let ourselves go, willing to learn how to live again, willing to let our tortured souls rest, finally, in the arms of the angel we always wished for, the same angel that holds our hand now, willing to give us what we've never had before...

The smile, that enlightens our day... The voice, that brings us back from the depths of our nightmares... Or the hand that keep us alive, regardless of the fact that we were dying before...

Any of these could give you a simple definition of love... But I'm not the "defining" type of guy. I'm the "feeling" type, and all I want is to have you close to me, in each and every mile of the path I'm willing to follow, from now, till the end of my existence...

All I want, is to celebrate with you, love, in each and every detail of its amazingly simple complexity.

...Si pudiera dibujar el amor, serían tus ojos, en todo su esplendor...

Thank you, my angel.

The Expendable

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Dropped inside the bitter ugliness of their (un)perfect world, there he lies in his bed of sorrows.

King of nothingness, or the randomly accepted intelectual wannabe in the village of rotten sensibilities, there he is for them to spit.

After all those rusty years, he finally realized that all the rushes were nothing but a complete waste of time.

If you can't be happy for at least five minutes a day, what's the meaning of your life?
What's the purpose of being depressed twenty-four seven, if you're not even able to have someone by your side, kissing your lips and grabbing your cold hand to comfort you, when the rest of the world seems to hate you?

Would you even be able to feel that hand, after all these decades of insane sickness?

...

(I wish I was...)...

Suicide Is Painless

The sword of time will pierce our skins, It doesn't hurt when it begins... But as it works its way on in, The pain grows stronger... watch it grin, but... (Suicide is painless)...

Empty

Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust
from my face another morning black Sunday
coming down again.. coming down again
Empty vessel empty veins
empty bottle wish for rain that pain again
wash the blood off my face the pulse from my brain
And I feel that pain again

I'm looking over my shoulder cause millions
will whisper I'm killing myself again
Maybe I'm dying faster but nothing ever last I
remember a night from my past when I was
stabbed in the back and its all coming back
And I feel that pain again

I abhor you I condemn you cause this pain
will never end you got away without a
scratch and now you're walking on a lucky
path I have to laugh but you'd better watch
your back

there's pathetic opposition they're the
cause of my condition I'll be coming back
for them I've a solution for this sad
situation nothing left but to kill myself again
Because I'm so empty...

My Apocalypse

Sudden implosion of silenced emotions
Buried beneath a scarred heart for too long
Delusions of hope fading away
Dying like leaves on frozen soil

My apocalypse is near
I can feel the end... Coming here

Neglecting existence, repulse and repent
An endless journey into the morbid
Whispering voices distorting all senses
Buried beneath a scattered heart for all too long

My apocalypse is near
I can feel the end... Coming here

The bitter taste of a dying dream
Shine the light on our shadows and illusions...

My Ashes

All the things that I needed
And wasted my chances
I have found myself wanting

When my mother and father
Gave me their problems
I accepted them all

Nothing ever expected
I was rejected
But I came back for more

And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky
Where a boy rides on a bike but never smiles
And my ashes fall over all the things we said
On a box of photographs under the bed

I will stay in my own world
Under the covers
I will feel safe inside

A kiss that will burn me
And cure me of dreaming
I was always returning

And my ashes find a way beyond the fog
And return to save the child that I forgot

And my ashes fade among the things unseen
And a dream plays in reverse on piano keys

And my ashes drop upon a park in Wales
Never-ending clouds of rain, and distant sails...*


*(Steven Wilson/Richard Barbieri, My Ashes, 2007)

Blackest Eyes

... I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes...* *Porcupine Tree, Blackest Eyes (2002) (Excerto)

A Place In The Dirt

We are damned and we are dead
all god's children to be sent
to our perfect place in the sun
and in the dirt

There's a windshield in my heart
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
and could you stop the meat from thinking
before I swallow all of it,
could you please?

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

angels with needles
poked through our eyes
let the ugly light
of the world in
we were no longer blind
we were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
dress me up and take me
dress me up and make me
your dying god

Now we hold the "ugly head"
the Mary-whore is at the bed
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
in the sun and in the dirt.*

E foi exactamente isto que me veio à memória, hoje... Vá-se lá saber porquê...

* Marilyn Manson, "A Place In The Dirt" (excerpt)

Mother

Some anger, to start the month... His eyes, so full of rage... Just the same as in mine, too...

Once... (Lifeless)

(tangled entrapment, by jezzie, deviantart.com)

Demasiado triste para escrever o que quer que seja... Aqui sem ti, a vida deixa de fazer sentido... De novo.
How I wish, How i wish you were here...

"That day her eyes were deep as night.
She had the motion of the rose,
The bird that veers across the light,
The waterfall that leaps and throws
Its irised spindrift to the sun.
She seemed a wind of music passing on.

Alone I saw her that one day
Stand in the window of my life.
Her sudden hand melted away
Under my lips, and without strife
I held her in my arms awhile
And drew into my lips her living smile,

Now many a day ago and year!
Since when I dream and lie awake
In summer nights to feel her near,
And from the heavy darkness break
Glitters, till all my spirit swims
And her hand hovers on my shaking limbs.

If once again before I die
I drank the laughter of her mouth
And quenched my fever utterly,
I say, and should it cost my youth,
'T were well! for I no more should wait
Hammering midnight on the doors of fate."


(Trumbull Stickney, "Once")

Hollow Soul

(sleepy hollow, by blueseas, deviantart.com)

On those dreams
Through my life’s hangover
I walk alone, crying
Screaming
Dying…

Clenching the fists, in the rain
With no remorse
I Look backwards
(For those who killed me)
For those who loved me

As I wake
Sorrow… It wasn’t a dream
Only the reflex
Of my darkest memories
Just one more step
To the end…


To the End.

Fancy Dreams

(shot me down, by epiphany, deviantart.com)

Circles of pain, suffocating me
as I lie in my bed of sorrow
getting closer,
and closer
to the end...

Screaming for the safety of your arms,
while the tears fall,
insanity is only an old memory
the requiem of my worst nightmares...

(in the end)
Alone again...
the final countdown,
something that never came
one shot...

[the paradise]



*post da minha autoria, à semelhança de todos os outros deste blog, com excepção dos videos, imagens e tudo o que se encontra entre aspas, ou a itálico.

Hurt...

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way...

(Trent Reznor)

Never Give All The Heart

(for eternity, by agacho, deviantart.com)

Eis um belo poema que me veio à memória esta tarde... Sem saber o que dizer, fazer ou escrever, consumido por uma apatia e uma melancolia indescritíveis, resolvi publicá-lo... Continuo a amar-te como sempre, e tu bem o sabes... Mina rakastan sinua...

"Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost."


(Never Give All the Heart, by YEATS [1904])

I Just Want You

There are no unlockable doors
There are no unwinable wars
There are no unrightable wrongs
Or unsignable songs

There are no unbeatable odds
There are no believable gods
There are no unnameable names
Shall I say it again, yeah

There are no impossible dreams
There are no invisible seams
Each night when the day is through
I dont ask much

I just want you...

There are no uncriminal crimes
There are no unrhymable rhymes
There are no identical twins or
Forgivable sins

There are no incurable ills
There are no unkillable thrills
One thing and you know its true,
I dont ask much

I just want you...

There are no unachievable goals
There are no unsaveable souls
No legitimate kings or queens, do
You know what I mean? yeah

There are no indisputable truths
And there aint no fountain of youth
Each night when the day is through,
I dont ask much

I just want you.


(Ozzy Osbourne, I Just Want You (partial))