Inside my…

Rhymes with vibes

Month: November, 2016

Our misery

Portrait of our misery
it’s the moment that we living
zombies that want “likes” and more “friends”
but hate the infamous “friendzone”
want more than what they give
always acting like a defective clone
“give me more, I want some more”
the vicious hymn, hard to forgive
a lot of “news”, a lot of shit
they have “strong” opinion
acting like the perfect army, full of decision
“I know more than you,
I give a shit about your religion
your sexual orientation
your creed or nation
I am part of the best, I am the beast of this evolution”
selfrevolution

yeah, who care?

Anarchy

Restless
like the calm before the storm
breathless
like the fury of bees, like a great swarm
we have no queen
we even do not care about prime minister
anarchy became our kind of politic

Invitation

No roses in my grave
even tears to pretend that’s rain
sadness is the only feeling that complain
“where is my last lover,
why he doesn’t answer
my invitation
to one last dance?”
even sadness I disappoint
I’m not a good dancer
and I gave a damn for this invitation

E assim, tudo começou…

Receio que seja certo
tudo que veio de um movimento incerto
era uma brincadeira
mas se tornou uma certeza
o beijo, o abraço
as mãos dadas, o passeio
a chuva cessou
as nuvens se abriram
tu sorriu, e meu coração gritou
“voltei a vida
deixe de drama e conquiste-a”
E assim, tudo começou…

To romantics

Romantics, we are the underdogs
like the prince that became a frog
naked like a swimmer without his togs
who drown in this immense pool
that is this insane… modern… love

Black Sheep

Anxiety, heresy from this sad modernity
society that lives by morality of ambiguity
liquid society
no more chains, no more concrete
shallow words can’t touch you into your deep
creep, shit, crap, gap, sad, sleep
use to be a black sheep
fingers pointed to a red eye
black and blue makes this face looks like
a rainbow of a sad night
that keeps alive
the momentuum that we understand
the anxiety is the fuel of this statement
a hymn without lyrics, only lament
of this “big data” that we keep feed with malevolent

Sad is the crow thats have to hunt alone

Sad
a bad way to begin
but a shortcut to get mad
it’s so evil and bad
listen your own heart and conscious cracks
because depression hits hard, driving you blind like a bat
you let the demon get in
but…you are strong
you know what I mean
strong means look up, look forward
even bleeding and dying
keep breathing
without shoes, with glass in your path
let’s don’t care
run if need
without care about meaning
we are just human being
we are made to scare
we are made to dream and turns off nightmares
let’s crack not our heart or soul
but the shit that want to consume us
let’s be the ghoul
that gonna grow
strong, like a deadly blow
will fly…like the deadly crow
that hunts everynight
for another sadly soul
forget the sadness…forget the hollow

Ghost and his point of view ( pt. 26 )

My soul was black, like as night now
only sparks of fake happiness
but like every morning, only one presence
my conscious talking about sorrow
“maybe I will be fine tomorrow”
but every single minute is like the last second
thinking about a fake past
pretending a better future
forgetting the importance of the present
“hope dies last”
who said it, deserve a compliment
better lie to everyone
than believe in a shit alone

With (out) You

A field with dead flowers
a broken clock that no works more by hours
a poison that run thru veins and heart
the fool that believe is smart
a Sun without moon to shine thru night
the sad who need to smile
the head that bow not for a king
but to a screen
a kingdoom without a queen
it’s my heart without you here with me…

Real Wonder

So, I wander
between past and future
but in the present, I wonder
“how I can live
without your arms around me?
hug me tight
hug me forever”
this is the kind o wonder
that makes me not wander