Again, thank you, “neo nihilistists” (If your don’t understand the irony, check out my last poem)

Loathing and lust
their lies sound so sweet
it’s like a dream
everything that I want hear
is what they say
why not trust?
Why we must treat
like demons, the ones who try to feed
mental alienation, lunacy
they use your blood to serve juice
and your gut to hang up you to your choose
they are corrupts, we are stupid
we elect them our saviors,
but they are just anchors
the only utility is to drag us down
epiphany, carthasis that bring us to now
present moment that we give them a crown
reign upon us, dear lords of chaos



Life is a balance
a constant test of endurance
resist to find a peace
resilience to find other place
where pain and misery can’t reach,
or the weak and poor preach
from the ones that must talk about love
but only have hate on their tongues
they took the right for wrong
looks like the psalms was wrote with the wrong words
so hard to understand, ever worse
to make sense in this modern times
If you ask me why
I look so tired of these lines
about hipocrites that think
that God it’s only to them
believe me, you understood these rhymes


Lil J

Jazzy night
rhymes don’t sync, the rhythm changes in a blink
bright like my eye
when I mesmerize
the memory of your smile
I make my rhymes in sync with your walk
and I can’t sound better than my silence
cuz what makes me silent it’s your lips giving me life
so let’s see if you know what I mean
it’s you the best improvising beat that I ever have listened
the soft solo that’s send me away
away from my pain
but, like old school jazz master, you must have a nick name
let’s call you “Lil J”


I Guess

I guess
do you have a problem that you want share to
have support and a thousand of “likes” and VR hugs, confess
this kind of affection give chills and makes you do
anything that devil whisper and you
cut the strings of selfcompassion
makes a constant humilation to improve your contamination
to brainless that have nothing to give and less to gain
it’s OK, it’s all right, OK?
it’s all that you can say
to do not corrupt your crowd
so, this is the show?
how many followers do you have?
and how much of them stop and listen to ya
yeah, yeah, the sound of silence sounds so sad…



Dizem para não se revoltar
mas como não voltar
a mesma insistente necessidade
de falar a verdade
não me diga que não te agride
ter de parecer com aquele astro de TV
ou a “bela” da capa da revista
existe mesmo essa realidade?
então resista, invista
faça da sua mente sua fortaleza
aumente sua real riqueza
seja a diferença
seja negra, gordo, anoréxica
não importa tua crença
mas seja parte da diferença
então resista, invista
não faça parte da massa
seja aquele que derruba o que manipula
alguns não tem culpa
de seguirem o fluxo, a mão oculta
como teias de aranha, enroscam
te prendem, sufocam
mas não desista, resista
então resista, invista