If I could
Would I take the road
Into my own self
Meet me again
In the face-to-face mirror
The person I am today?
Would I be strong enough
To face this boring life
Write new stories
In this old book?
Would I be brave
Embrace
Not change
This old self
When I see him coming?
No guilt
No regrets
No fear
At last finding hope
In this collective mentality
Normality
Simplicity
Life of mine?
If I could
Would I?
Wednesday, March 17, 2021
Your Song
Saturday, February 27, 2021
Heliacal Rising
Have you noticed
The most beautiful views
Can only be seen
After walking through
Longest
Darkest
Roughest paths?
Tell me your pain,
Why do you bleed?
Is it in vain?
Can you listen past the words
Clinging your soul to the music?
Come along with me
On the road less taken
A place where
No one is forsaken
There you spread your wings
And fly in an endless dream,
Senseless us, one.
Thursday, February 25, 2021
Corpses
When the music stopped
Her old body dropped
“I ain’t missing the days”,
She said, “no, no more”
Look up, look forward
The world dragged her down
“I ain’t looking back”,
She said, “no, no more”
Snow-covered mountains
Corpses hiding underneath
“I ain’t running from the sun”,
She said, “no, no more”
Bring her the Book
Hold her hand and read it out loud
“I ain’t closing my eyes”,
She said, “no, no more”.
Monday, January 11, 2021
Monday, July 27, 2009
He has made everything beautiful in its time
A time to give birth, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to tear down, and a time to build up.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search, and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace.
He has made everything beautiful in its time."
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8"
"Tudo tem a sua ocasião própria, e há tempo para todo propósito debaixo do céu. Há tempo de nascer, e tempo de morrer; tempo de plantar, e tempo de arrancar o que se plantou; tempo de matar, e tempo de curar; tempo de derrubar, e tempo de edificar; tempo de chorar, e tempo de rir; tempo de prantear, e tempo de dançar; tempo de espalhar pedras, e tempo de ajuntar pedras; tempo de abraçar, e tempo de abster-se de abraçar; tempo de buscar, e tempo de perder; tempo de guardar, e tempo de deitar fora; tempo de rasgar, e tempo de coser; tempo de estar calado, e tempo de falar, tempo de amar, e tempo de odiar; tempo de guerra, e tempo de paz.
E tudo Deus fez belo no seu tempo determinado"
Eclesiastes 3:1-8