Fogo

Arde, arde
O que é que arde?
Arde tudo o que é verde
Transforma-se em preto
Nos céus
Sobe a loucura em nuvens de fumo
O sol torna-se vermelho
E Geia chora
Se voássemos
Veríamos pequenos infernos sobre a superfície da Terra
Se voássemos
Mas não voamos
Limitamo-nos a esperar
E a angustiar por sermos humanos

If the world is flat (in an English sonnet)

If we can't live forever
Why don't we die at birth?
If we can't have the water
Then why do we have thirst?

If we are so unfree
Why do we even try?
If life is full of glee
Why do we still cry?

If we all want peace
Then why do we have war?
If deads are one to bliss
Why living anymore?

If the world is truly flat
How sad, then, can we get?

My plugin baby

Crucifies my enemies
When I'm tired of giving

(And I'd still be fresh, even if the sun settled upon us)

Attitudes

I can't tell you yes
I can't tell you no
And when you least expect it
I'll ask to run the show

See you at Lollapalooza
Meet you at the nether hours
Where you stand burning faceless
Where shadows hail, devour

It will be all-consuming
It will be ever-charring
It will be black and gray
It will be thunder marring

So it's an unkown shady trip
Into my world of woe
It's why I can't tell you yes
And I can't tell you no

This is it

I can feel the end of the road
Silently sipping away every branch, every new kingdom
The lights in this city
The same lights in another city
The expert pounding of merciful cats
Lick the wounds, baby, lick the wounds
The prostration of dead bodies
They masturbated in a far place
See me, a train wreck, a blur
Writing carelessly
In the hopes that the new dawn will arrive in our lifetimes
Run, run, run
Run for the thrill of it
Because there's nothing else either
And no place to run to
Steamboats? Are you there?

Productivity hazard

'There are some desires which are better left unpursued'

And I ask: why? I want each and every one of my desires satisfied.
*lights cigarette*