I can show you
the moment that you stop to do
the appointment, the annoying moment
that you find the argument
that you can use, the useless words
to safe the worse part of this world
have a sense, a pourpuse
a choose
between right and wrong
between good and bad
about the heaven and hell
or, about a new shit to tell
are you keep following? are you understand it?
left or right, central, detrimental
politic view, economic statement, unnatural sentimental
today is wrong be stand by your own feet
you need
be a part of it, no matter what you think
are this shit already annoying?

Dance Like the Wasp

Intense decadence of inner self disgrace
dance like the wasp aiming the fire
uncaring about the fate
complaining only about the persuade
of the unfaithful moment
when, with eyes closed
the hit of the brow
against the deadly end
not makes he felt safe
only feel another kind of pain, the kind of pain
that no matter how loud
you scream, you shout
this kind of pain, nobody care about,
so, in silence, complain…

Modern Haiku collection, Vol.1 of ZERO

Like a foot in quicksand
we drown into our dreams
awaken if it not too late
awaken if it not too late
No air need, no voice to speak
quick, empty
silence is the hymn
Into the ocean of opportunities
we are the ones that miss
the bless of the bliss
of be just the ones that allways…
Let’s jump into the pit
without care how deep it is
just, hold the air and don’t look into it


Talvez tenha sido só pra mim
mas o Sol deixou de nascer hoje
não faz calor aqui
o tom amarelo da manhã deixou de existir
a noite parece não ter mais fim
seria um sonho
ou o pesadelo de olhos abertos que tanto temi?
Tateio, cambaleando
anseio, estaria sonhando?
zumbificando, procurando por algo que anseio
mas mesmo esforçado, não encontro
Da rua não há amparo
apenas desespero, um escarnio
todos com olhar morto, pra baixo
telas frias, mas vívidas
contam histórias, mas não as minhas
fico feliz ou triste? Tanto faz, digo pra mim…

Choices, Choose

Left behind
the thinkings, the things
understand, you don’t have a crown
you are not a king
maybe just a idiot, playing a stupid game
awful choice of path to walk through
but, who can tell you
the only tru
it’s the one that you choose

Filthy Like Your Lines About Everything

Something rotten
something like your guts
spilled through your teeths
filthy, dirty, filthy
like your dead dreams
poetic to think
about how do you share all these shits
fake smiles, fake things
about who you are, about what you done
silly boy, mature like a six year old child
“if you say no to me
I will make you feel sick”
stay silly, stay bitchie
be the one that everyone laugh, jokie


Dumb, numb
silenced by the junk
that came from the yard
of my old dirty mind
that want to relief
the inner brief
short like me
deep like a sea
heavy like a old tree
it’s the moment that I can make you see
how dumb I’m could be