Passeio por entre a névoa que me esfria a alma.
Sepulturas ladeiam meus passos.
Procuro-te na solidão fria da noite.
Teu corpo jaz sob a fria lápide.
Desejo o teu beijo mórbido e frio.
Abraça-me.
Vêm, envolve-me em teus braços.
Sentes o meu coração sangrar?
Em breve estaremos juntos.

How could you find
beauty in something beautiful?
I once saw a sunset
too glorious, too magnificent ---
The dizzying, striking beauty made me
shiver, tremble,
shudder.
Almost seemed like White's dear Great Evil Queen,
but actually it wasn't,
it was God! Making fun
of your disgustingly ***** sins
And mine, and mine,
and mine --
My eyes burned in fright!
My unconscious teeth --
If only I hadn't closed my eyes
My tongue would bleed and burst
in red, red of the blood clot
And black black shades of my heart
In a twine they are
Matching the cries
of the evening birds
of the dying leaves
of the gangs where children are *****
of the rivers which bottom's made of bodies
The red clotting; Shaded it black
Black black of the foolish, blunt heart ---
If only I hadn't closed my eyes
I would have been beautiful
Like the grand, whirled yellow-red sky
The so-called sunset
The God masked in the event of setting sun
And you would see me
And you would know it's impossible
To find beauty
In something beautiful
And you would
Shiver and
Tremble and

Shudder.

Here I stand from the assailant of the world
The burden I carry slows me from moving my feet
The daggers they throw lacerated my being

I stumbled with an agonized cry
There's a whammy inside that
I'm too frightened to fight

It's the heap of gaze where believing was crushed.
Perceiving the truth I am thrown underground
A black abyss where screaming won't make any survive.

Just when someone hand me his arm
I submerged from the hole of what's draining my heart

I thought I'm alone but the light stopped by
The lightness He creates is blinding my eyes

I learned that giving up will lose your mind
Ignore the crowd that have push you.
Auscultate what's it beating for.

Reach for the peak and look at your feet. Everyone will gape and see what's beyond.

You're a sky!
That's high you'll become.

-A

7/25/14

In owl-moon night
when doors are closed
in shut out light
lanes breathe morose

He carries the weight
dead in drunk sleep
in chilled night’s sweat
of tightened grip

On side of street
men burning logs
seize some heat
as need too dogs

But he must run
errand of hell
till job is done
moon’s face goes pale

Jangle hand’s bell
veins swell up taut
marks frame frail
battle hard fought

From lane to lane
his stone feet roam
till rests his pain
on pavement home!

On my grave, it will read "regretting all the ships that never sailed" and some people will think it's poetic, but others will know