Inside my…

Rhymes with vibes

Mny tms

I can tell you
how many times
I asked God why
I still alive
living a constant lie
always trying to deny
that I want feel real
I want feel the real life
without angry, without hate
with real love, loved
like now


Bishops, Priests and Anchors

Bishops, priests and anchors
all they try to do is hold me down to the ground
“you no angel to fly, your wings already have been denied”
“you are just a sinner, suicide thinker”
“no sea, no ocean to you try to drown”
underneath my spike crown
my eyes seeking the heart of calm
but nothing can be found
when only punishment eyes are around
judging you, like the last stand killer
sad to think, sad thinker, inner self filler
hope is the last remaining feeling
new mantra for a dumb dumber
in a deaf world full of blind guiders
no matter, no matter
how hard why try to point the right sinner
the sentence already have been decided
see you in the other side

Noir Halloween

I can’t feel
I don’t want to
fail, fall, unheal
my broken heart,
slow beat, slow like the dance of prom queen
looks like more a halloween
masks everywhere
costumes even without make up and bad hair
sometimes the evening looks like a little noir
it’s only me
talking back my own narrative


Left the unsaid
dying with the poison words through his rotten tongue
bite, bite until have nothing more
to bite, to eat, to destroy with
pleasure, pressure
leave without write a letter
without any single word
silence is gold


Empirical, metaphorical
evil between the word spit and the word speak
no matter how hard it is
we must seek
seek and destroy
the enemy that decoy
our total attention
even knowing our accomplish to retaliation
weak, sick, full of greed
our enemy are fed by our ego and grief
we fed this
from the maturity of our teenage
to the end of our days


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