Ghost and his point of view ( pt.16 )

Insomnia
my lovely paranoia
fed by my hungry
of trying to bring to reality
my dreams, my sweet dreams
deadly parts of me
so deadly that kill me every time that I touch it

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Ghost and his point of view ( pt. 15 )

Another rain
another opportunity
to wash out my pain

Disunity
of my soul and my heart
how bad this speech will tear me apart?

Nothing to gain
always something to lose
how miserable will be this reign?

A sad Blues
played by old hands
the anthem of this king without fans

Abuse
of bad magic
a king can’t play Merlin

The wine is over
my kingdom is pathetic
without plebs to applaud

Comício

Onde esta o circo?
não há mais comício?
abraços falsos, forçados risos
pobres cheios de sorte
promessas e mais promessas
todas as necessidades atendidas
num futuro indefinido
o aperto de mão amigo
já foi esquecido
basta voltar para o jantar
onde é apenas servido caviar
para seus “aliados” de lado deixar
rimas pobres para com os “chefes” rimar
palhaços de terno recem comprado
escolhem bem, de corte italiano, o modelo mais caro
quem paga são os iludidos,
aqueles coitados que vivem de subsídio
“bolsa isso” e “bolsa aquilo”
siga miserável, em quatro anos preciso de você comigo
logo te darei mais “pão e circo”

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Sem meio termo

Não há meio termo
te amo e te desejo
desde o primeiro momento
até o ultimo segundo que acordado permaneço

Às vezes acordo cedo
olho para o céu e agradeço
como pode, um anjo descer
e logo eu escolher?

Em meio ao caos do dia
envolto de correria e por vezes agonia
basta lembrar do teu sorriso e alegria
que tu, mesmo de longe, transforma

E a noite chega
e a saudade aperta
mas… coração…te acalma
logo tu estará aqui cmg
e teus beijos me tocando a alma

No riddles

There’s no riddles
when you look into my eyes
you can read clearly
my love for you there no middle
I know that this kind of love take me high,
I walked thru clouds, I divided the sky into skies
four realms, four directions, four letters
I take some clouds and tryed to write
“LOVE”, in some pretty way, fluffly
but, how can I do something more pretty
than your smile after read this poem?

I still remember that is…

Everything that I remember
have your presence, we together
and I still remember that is your smile
that makes me smile and rethink
about how good it is to stay with
my eyes shut, thinking
about your smile, about how better
it is to stay together with you, dreaming
about our family
about this short story
that I hope we never stop writting

Ghost and his point of view ( pt.14 )

I close my eyes
wishing is enough
this little act, this little thing
wishing it save me
not like my others attempts, even that tough
send me away from where I want to go
and into middle of the ashes of my sins
I came up with something that bring
a diferent kind of peace
maybe, I tool to finish my pain
outstanding thing
like a hot day like hell
that ends with a cold rain
and makes us believe that everything will end well

But…
it’s just to open my eyes
and another attempt end with another fail
so…let’s keep the eyes shut…
shut like a lovely hug
…bright like this syringe
full of this luxury poison
mixed with my filth blood, hallucinogen
that makes me travel without leave this place
my bed
the grave of my dream and nightmare…