David Cunha: Poems

To have this ability
                to use these words
Brain's thoughts glued to paper like chords

I can only imagine
                deep in the past
Ancient men glued to their own heads

I am free to articulate
                Say it, even scream
Better do it silently others can understand me

To hear you speak
                to hear your soul
Delights my heart with a ravenous howl

Some may say law
                 Medicine, even football
Though I say language's the best invention of all.

- David Cunha
may 25, 2024
10:08 p.m.
Doing the night shift

#language #humanity #invention #poetry #semiotics #soul #ode

Feb 10 · 751

Heightened flow state

David Cunha Feb 10

Heightened flow state

Vibrant despair blowing out like sand paper from the soul
Dreams of colour
Fearless hallucination of love
for the World

A stream of consciousness so pure and thick
like a raw gem
like a river
like a marching bull
Painfully fulfilling me full

I could run for miles if I had the Sea to sightsee
if I had the Sun gleaming on me
if I had your figure in memory
even if I had nothing and wasn't meant to be

A fuel that bursts my pupils into a huge void
serotonin
dopamine
adrenaline
and so
a rocket to the Moon and my hands on this keyboard
setting the stage for another round

I cannot be stopped, I can only be blunt
I can only do it
I can only run
Veins bulk in a steaming rush
and thus time disappears like a fog

I am lucky I am here

- David Cunha
february 10, 2024
5:16 a.m.

#flow #adrenaline #life #emotion #zone #exercise #love #human #experience

Feb 2 · 482

Aching train [haiku]

David Cunha Feb 2

Aching train [haiku]

**** this aching train
Life's been better than lately
Could have been worse, though

- David Cunha
february 2, 2024
4:03 a.m.

#life #introspection #haiku #mood #first #thought #mind #health #freedom

Jan 21 · 1.7k

Wondering first-thought

David Cunha Jan 21

Wondering first-thought

Roads stretch for miles,
The city lights seem lonely
and 27 like an ominous number

I search my head for answers,
Though thoughts about age and time
seem pointless

I wonder what the stars think of their mortality,
Does it also seem like a short time?
Is someone also stealing their time?
Does it feel like a rush?
Do they also feel small?
Can their gigantic heat generate as much joy as it illudes us to?

There is no point in wondering
Yet wondering puts my mind to ease...

....I wonder why

- David Cunha
january 21,2024
12:54 a.m.
Birthday boy!

#birthday #introspection #first #thought #stars #city #life #hopen #wonder

Jan 13 · 1.8k

Private session [haiku]

David Cunha Jan 13

Private session [haiku]

Six string buzz galore
Stars align in solemn swear
The soul oozes out

- David Cunha
january 13, 2024
5:30 a.m.

#solitude #soul #music #guitar #stars #sound #haiku #introspection #craft #meditation

Jan 11 · 1.3k

January Blues [haiku]

David Cunha Jan 11

January Blues [haiku]

Early turqoise sky
Damp heart beats melancholy
Mind is in refuge

- David Cunha
january 11, 2024
11:21 p.m.

#seasonal #mind #instrospection #haiku #existentialism #human #blues #heart

Dec 2023 · 770

Cyclic anxiety [haiku]

David Cunha Dec 2023

Cyclic anxiety [haiku]

Hurdles and trials
Deadlines and bills, stress galore,
Find me an angel

- David Cunha
december 28, 2023
12:34 p.m.

#daily #life #stress #work #haiku #visual #mind #cycle #existential #anxiety

Feb 2023 · 3.0k

Fairness and fate

David Cunha Feb 2023

Fairness and fate

Time skips in between screen time emptiness
Mind's fuzzy with the traffic sounds
Eyes blinded by the flashing lights
Hands struggle to reach something pleasurable, at least,
As the heart beats excited for the minute-lasting serotonin blast

The hair grows an inch each week,
The numbness comes in days and leaves for a couple hours by bits,
The blood's rage meets the grinning face of guilt,
And the will to change is temporary.

What will it be when I'm 70?
What will change in me?
What will it be like when I'm not me?
And if I'm not me, who else should I be?
Why should I care for the fate of the world?
Why can't I be cozy for 20 years and die alone, slowly?
Why do I have to get up in the first place?
Why do I have to belong to the human race?
Racing indefinitely
Pretending to wear the shield of bravery for someone else's dream-****-like-fantasy,

What are all these brands and all these bands of crows?
Eating fleshless people with money for bones
Why is the circus always in town?
Why does the TV lie?
Why does the Internet lie?
Why do the people who run our money lie?
Why do the people who run us lie?
Why is it all so fake and sly?
What is all this bellyful hunger?

What is it that I can't grasp?
Is our nature really all that nefast?
If this is peak humanity, why should it last?

- David Cunha
february 8, 2023
4:00 p.m.

#humanity #existentialism #nature #internet #time #mind #media #justice #dream #reality

Feb 2023 · 2.2k

Cosmic trap

David Cunha Feb 2023

Cosmic trap

Like rats, lab confined
Like fish, water confined
Like blood, vessel confined
Like children, perception confined

There are stars we'll never reach,
Spaces we'll never meet
Forms we'll never greet
The Universe expands faster than our growth

Faster than light, perhaps -- we're in a cosmic cage.

- David Cunha
july 15, 2022
10:42 a.m.

#existentialism #universe #cosmic #light #human #condition

Oct 2022 · 1.9k

Ashes of delirium

David Cunha Oct 2022

Ashes of delirium

What scares me through this dark forest?

It is not the dark,
Nor the wet socks,
Nor the treacherous rocks in the way
Nor the rustling of grass unpaved
Nor the occasional shriek of an owl
Nor the cold, nor the starvation
Nor the bats and insects and crawling creatures
Nor the unknown beyond horrid imagination
Nor the screams of sorrow's victims
Nor the silence, or the sheer loneliness

The only fear is existing
Painfully drifting
Having nowhere to go
No journey to bleed for,
Having to watch the forest burn
As hollers of delight emerge from monstrous look-alikes,
Siblings turned beasts of false pretenses and heavy machinery

And the more it burns, the more colorful it gets,
The more join in, the louder it grows, they're having a blast!
Till the smoke touches every molecule in the air,
Till we all suffocate in a carbon monoxide high
Forever frozen in a grin of painful ecstasy,
And the forest turns to ashes, awaiting a kinder generation,
A kinder species, perhaps.

october 17, 2022
3:21 p.m.

#society #dark #pain #journey #sorrow #humanity #mind #generation #ash #fire

Sep 2017 · 539

Human nature introspection

David Cunha Sep 2017

Human nature introspection

Foolishness should be a crime
And a heavy crime,
It takes more of oneself than anything ever could with sharp grey razors
Penetrating flesh slowly in one's immense pleasure,
Oddly satisfying until the end comes,
                      And the end is always near
                                     As foolishness gets in touch with reality.

And what strikes me is that anyone can be a fool,
It seems to be embedded in the human DNA
                        Holding hands with corruption,
For foolishness is nothing but the corruption of oneself
At the hands of fantasy.

september 12, 2017
0:49 a.m.

#foolishness #fool #crime #reflexion #reality #fantasy #corruption #introspection

Sep 2017 · 761

Leaving sane

David Cunha Sep 2017

Leaving sane

Could never fall for you,
Could never fall while the summer smiling,
Could never fade into your shadow sighing,
But I did.

Leaving sane,
Was never something I suspected,
Antecipated or intended, yet how I wish
Your word wasn't blue,
And your heart true
To someone else's beating.

Could never fall for you,
Could never fall while the summer smiling,
Could never fade into you recklessly trying,
But I did.

Now in trance,
Leaving traces of my senses,
Interpretating all my phases, of regret
And what I set,
Foolishly in dread
By letting you in me.

Could never fall,
Never at all,
Leaving sane...

SONG
somewhere in September of 2017

#song #sanity #blue #heart #love

Sep 2017 · 564

The cards dealt wrong

David Cunha Sep 2017

The cards dealt wrong

As I listen to Charlie Parker I imagine
your body pressed against mine
But you're far intangible as the night's sky.

You left no scar but a lump in my throat
excruciatingly squirming to burst
Into tears and I'll be here awake in the breakfastless morning,
Shooting gazes of rage at the wall as my coffee's brewing.

No fault on both,
Nobody's fault but my foolish heart's.
I dealt the cards and the Joker came out.

septmeber 11, 2017
1:43 a.m.

#cards #love #unrequited #body #mind #heart #rage #failure #coffee #tears

Aug 2017 · 413

The long for change

David Cunha Aug 2017

The long for change

Today, for the first time in my life,
Got bored observing people.

My look at those gazeless eyes
Other times plainly happy for the shining lights.

My definition of 'shining' is not equal to their's,
Of 'success' neither.

Finally alone I felt lonely for the first time in a while,
Guess all friends are away,

Except for a few inanimated ones.

august 17, 2017
3:41 a.m.

#observation #change #loneliness #misunderstood

Aug 2017 · 3.8k

Capitalistic will of fools

David Cunha Aug 2017

Capitalistic will of fools

People people
                         they go around like pigs
                         showcasing their fancy suits
                         proclamating the biggest trend

Jewelry, then food, then them big fast automobiles

Those are the priorities by order

Getting greedy
Getting fat
Gettin' Gettin' GETTIN'

                                 In a monstruous ball of meat!
                                 With a monstruous will of plastic!
                                 Monstruously stupid!
                                              Monstruous,
                                              monstruous...

I'm gettin' tired
But I'm afraid,
They are just getting started.

august 17, 2017
3:31 a.m.

#capitalism #pigs #society #view #plastic #fany #trend #suits #priorities

Aug 2017 · 623

As the morning flourished

David Cunha Aug 2017

As the morning flourished

A couple being playful
Holding hands occasionally,
A man tuning his guitar in the sand by the sea,
A lonely woman coming back to the hotel
White plastic bag in hand,
Cars swooping the yellowed
Street silhouettes

And the man who can't sleep
Because his body's clock is upside down
Because there were 37ºC during the day
And body can't be refreshed by hot salty water
Because he dreamed and she was there,
More time than he needed
With such tenderness which couldn't be imagined

And the Mediterranean is getting bluer by the minute
And the boats now visible
And the guitar player never left the sand
And the man who can't sleep will remain awaken
By a dream which had put him to sleep.

Benidorm, Spain
august 3, 2017
6:35 a.m.

#dreams #sleep #heat #summer #vacations #mediterranean #sea #dawn

Aug 2017 · 673

Top view to the dark sea, at dawn

David Cunha Aug 2017

Top view to the dark sea, at dawn

It's 5:54 a.m. and the hot salty water bashes against the sand.
Now, the first cars emerge from the night-time lights.
I see a couple,
Him white shirt
Her black shirt
Looking like tourists,
They have the same desoriented expression as I do.

Couple blocks away I watch the red neon
Blinking from the distance,
Next thing I know I'm traveling through
                    each yellow light
                    each window
                    every spit of sea foam
                    every palm tree,

On top of another hotel
I found a room with lights on, yet
No one seems to be dazzling
                         in the dark
Gazing the horizon and the dark sea
All by himself...
                                        ...besides this hopeless fool
                                        waiting for the sunrise

Benidorm, Spain
august 3, 2017
6:07 a.m.

#view #landscape #loneliness #hotel #neon #sunrise #dawn

Aug 2017 · 442

The mountains' stand

David Cunha Aug 2017

The mountains' stand

The mountains stand like giant ghosts behind the shore,
The buildings trap the sand
Their electric lights such vigilants of the sea
Motorbikes as little dispatchment troops
Cars parked as sleeping cops.

The buildings, so aware of the sea,
Forget the glory of rocky tall ghosts from beyond,
Their valleys turned shopping malls and residential areas.

Benidorm, Spain
august 3, 2017
6:45 a.m.

#metaphor #mountains #buildings #reflexion

Aug 2017 · 483

Take a deep look

David Cunha Aug 2017

Take a deep look

Maduro keeps Chávez's tyranny
own people's blood is deemed success,
Putin keeps shaking Trump's hand,
Japan is joining the dispute
While N. Korea plays cowboys' toys in its corner
cornering citizens,

'Terrorists' keep making the headlines
Yet, journalists are the ones spreading terror,

I just want to eat my hazelnut müesli satisfied
And turning the TV off won't help much.

july 31, 2017
3:18 p.m., Home

#maduro #chvez #trump #putin #japan #usa #russia #korea #terrorism #politics

Jul 2017 · 559

She doesn't need

David Cunha Jul 2017

She doesn't need

Nurturing holy Mother why don't you stand
                                          for your fallen brethren,
                                                                     burned
                                                                     choped in half
                                                                     disposed of their prideful height?

You seem to wait, though it's not patience you have.
It's sure,
You have it all sought and won
You don't seek
                  We do foolishly,
                  trying to transform you but in the end,

In the end you rise imponent
                           your majestocity as phoenix among ashes...
...our ashes.

july 22, 2017
4:34 p.m.
small among nature

#nature #mother #trees #deforestation #human #fire

Jul 2017 · 576

Titles are useless

David Cunha Jul 2017

Titles are useless

I'm a man of the night
I've been branded
My poetry serves no purpose to the world.
I've not been branded a hero,
I've'd seen how those all end:
                    Unquestionable statues of bronze or gold
                  or rather forgotten,
              disposed after 2 weeks of fame after-death.
I want neither.
I'm no hero, no. I'm no gigantic bearded poet
                                         Hemingway shot himself
                                                                I couldn't muster courage
                                         or decandence.

I. made. to.
               Stand.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Serving my servers.
Out of love.
I carry. As they carry.
              as I get. Carried.
As one shelters me this moment;
As other. Eloquent. Frightening. Dashing and Proud.
                 as she said;
                 titles are in fact...

july 22, 2017
3:27 a.m., Zibreiros

#friendship #titles #love #hemingway #world #hero #night #man #useless

Jul 2017 · 1.2k

Open letter to anyone who is capable of love

David Cunha Jul 2017

Open letter to anyone who is capable of love

Humans are capable of the biggest hypocritical ideas.
They don't do it on purpose
Yet we do it.

Some love others more than they love themselves.
Well, I believed I also did
Yet it is not quiet so.

Think well about it, I love until I bleed and even more after that!
Well, I believe in love more than most do
Yet, should I quit my dreams for it, should you?

                               Would I blow my brains out, would you?
                               Is this even a question you're allowed to make?

I believe, I've learn, I've seen
And love is learning to love another by learning to love yourself,
Love is synching your dreams with others' dreams,
Love is bending and straining to reach out to the other,
                                                      to share the pain
                                                      to lick the bruises
                                                      to laugh whole in harmony because you found IT
                                                      to be insane but never feel suicidal.

To love is to burn together
Not to blow apart for one another.

july 14, 2017
0:54 a.m.

#love #together #relationship #learning #pain #concept #letter #sacrifice #hypocrisy #capability

Jul 2017 · 478

More statements than questions

People have no idea what they are dealing with,
People don't know and don't want to know
What truly surrounds them,
                                If they did
                                They'd wish they wouldn't know.
                                They want a quiet life
                                A bread on the table
                                And cable TV.

Thing is, people are not themselves.
People were taught to be people by people who were manipulated and made people
                                                                            by people who didn't know what they were,
People look at a baby
And worry more of making him a 'people' of their own
Than to ask:
'Who are you?'

july 12, 2017
1:57 a.m.

#people #convention #children #manipulation #teaching #who #life

Jul 2017 · 398

Yummy tummy (Haiku)

David Cunha Jul 2017

Yummy tummy (Haiku)

If I don' live
What am I gonna die for?
Bread?

july 10, 2017
2:34 a.m.

#life #death #bread #waste

Jul 2017 · 450

Dreary and weary

David Cunha Jul 2017

Dreary and weary

An impulse from the gut
I am mentally driving and screaming to the desert plains
                          like a mental coyote,

Dry mouth, sour tongue
I'm begging for some relief
And all I get is this ******* conventional life
And rules.

I want the wind, the drought, the sun
                                                     the stars
                                                     the dirt
                                                     the road
                                                     the sweat
                                                     the ***
                                                     the steaming muscles
                                                     the burning skin
Or just the night,

And its yellow moon to bloom in me
And ******* away.
(That's all I ask.)

july 10, 2017
2:28 a.m.

#moon #bloom #blow #night #dirt #road #life #impulse #wind #sun

Jul 2017 · 291

A deal out of hand of deals in paper

David Cunha Jul 2017

A deal out of hand of deals in paper

A poem a day
A poem away
From driving my tears away.

A poem someday
A poem a way
To make up colors from grey.

A poem sometimes
A poem that rhymes
The look of a man counting his dimes,

                 That look from me
                 That look of him
                 Figuring out what's grimm

A poem in time
A poem at night
An ode to freedom out of fright.

A poem to scorch
A poem to heal
To change the world or know what's real.

Although, what's your deal?

july 9, 2017
6:10 a.m.

#poem #poetry #writing #time #man #deal

Jul 2017 · 425

Here, below green and grey giants

David Cunha Jul 2017

Here, below green and grey giants

The clear stream chuckles
And the mountain opens itself to my gaze,
Lik'a woman, lonely, powerful.

The misty mysterious haze covers
Its top and I wonder,
'Why is it so blue at dawn?'

I wish time stopped there for a long moment

Seems as if I'm the last man alive,
Strangely, I'm quiet happy with it
It's not as melancholic as I thought it would be.

july 9, 2017
6:00 a.m.

#mountain #green #dawn #morning #earlypoem #last #haze

Jul 2017 · 7.4k

The coffee, the lens and the yellow street candles

David Cunha Jul 2017

The coffee, the lens and the yellow street candles

Sprung to the road
                   Had coffee in the moonlight

Her, photographing,
                              The strap pulling her hair in an exquisite way
                              On her knees like a tiny elf
                              Illuminated by yellow street candles,

It was a summer night and the wind was gentle.

It was an odd night
                 In the odd same city as always
                             Oddly comfortable.

The coffee left a bitter taste

Yet the car drove us sweet and joyful
                    Through the yellow painted night.

july 5, 2017
1:20 a.m.

#yellow #night #wind #summer #road #coffee #photography #odd #hair #candles

Jul 2017 · 454

Safe and comfortable

David Cunha Jul 2017

Safe and comfortable

When I go on the bus
I always sit at the back
So I can watch the whole of it,

Well, sad thing is I always go over the engine
And if it blows up
I'm the first to go.

We're never safe and comfortable, are we?

july 3, 2017
4:38 p.m.

#safety #comfort #bus #engine #everydaylife

Jul 2017 · 437

Like feeding a starving animal

David Cunha Jul 2017

Like feeding a starving animal

Love is a not war
But against ourselves,

A will changing
Passion lifter
Bone breaking
Hand scarring
Feet burning,

It has not much to do with the heart
As it slices our brain in half
And we love it
Like loony maniacs who never had a cookie in their lifetime.

july 3, 2017
1:18 p.m.

#love #brain #will #war #heart #feeding #animal #maniac

Jul 2017 · 425

Love is so much more...

David Cunha Jul 2017

Love is so much more...

There are more stinky love poems than anything else.

Even I have written too many
Even I have written 1, sometimes, 2 full pages
But soaking the paper with tears.
Some go different, go joyful
And why?
Because love is easy to write about
It is the most powerful emotion only equal to hatred
Yet the most boring;
Unless it comes with anything attached
I yawn at those pesky stanzas of repeating gibberish.

Those who vainly describe love itself are cowards
Those who read them morbidly curious
And those who enjoy weak of mind,
For inftuated poems are the equivalent to a pop song
                                  easy to construct
                                  easy to deconstruct
                                  easy to marvel
                                  easy to cry at
                                  easy easy easy
                                  nothing new nothing learned

'O the perfect skin', 'O the glittering eyes', 'O the cheeky smile',

If you want to write about love put some mustard into it
And make it real
Don't waste my time, all lovers are marvelous I get it,

But what scars do they have?
And how many do they leave us with?

july 3, 2017
12:43 a.m.

#love #scars #pop #easy #waste #writting #critique #lovers

Jul 2017 · 602

Reverberation

David Cunha Jul 2017

Reverberation

Sincerety has aligned me with the wrong path
                                             to love
                                             to success
                                             to glory,

It certainly draws the potential of freedom and truth
                                yet at the cost of shattering every chance of a quiet life,

Even the freedom it brings is only of oneself's mind

                                     We have no control
                                     We, the sincere,
                                     Shall not have our names sang,
                                     Yet they will ring for centuries

In the ears of the many who never spoke for themselves.

july 3, 2017
12:33 a.m.

#sincerety #centuries #reflexion #control #freedom #speech #mind #truth

Jul 2017 · 381

Finding IT

David Cunha Jul 2017

Finding IT

What are your wettest dreams?
What makes your legs tremble at 4 a.m.
Just to wake with a head shaking with shame
With your heart still burning from the night hazy visions
                   Your arms still tingling
                             Your toes still curled?

Forget women and ***
I'm asking you something worth of Argonauts
Astronauts if you need to modernize,
Just don't apologize and tell me now
Actually don't,

Speak to yourself
Actually don't speak
                don't think
Just break that fake stern face they make you wear.

Liberate your *****
Let the poem *** inside your mind
Break the four walls
                  and the 40,000 you have created

Block only your need for bathroom
                                             and *** (again)
                                             and trouble
                                             and comfort

Hold your heart with your right hand

And your ***** with the left

And scream the name the place the time and you'll find what you're lookin' for.

july 1st, 2017
5:26 a.m.

#find #dream #heart #scream #think #poem #mind #time #name

Jul 2017 · 543

Both of our bloods are boiling anyway

David Cunha Jul 2017

Both of our bloods are boiling anyway

I wait here
I sit comfortable
With the most uncomfortable awating.

I don't wait for anything in particular,
Maybe I'm just getting psychotic
Obsessed,
Or just now fully understanding what an artist does
In particular a writer,
                          The bleed
                                  The invisible wounds
                                          The drinking
                                                 The foul sour mood.

I haven't been drinking that much
I've exercised like a maniac
And that might explain my couple-day-break from writing.

**** this
***** all the poems
Smash those beers
Even break my guitar

Just don' leave me waiting in vain.
Come with me, let's split the world into angels and demons
Let's blame them all
Let's play like little brats
Let's let the soul shine brilliantly
Let's smile, laugh and cry in the summer rain

Come bleed with me.

july 1st, 2017
3:56 a.m.

#wait #bleed #blood #drink #psychotic #writing #poems #summer #mood

Jun 2017 · 535

An introspection

David Cunha Jun 2017

An introspection

There's a tiger in my crotch
An iguana on my ***
And I'm not sure if to stand up
Or stay put like a reptile at the sun,

I'd be better off killing those two.
And I might do it,
If not, I might end up turning into a circus house
And live like a clown.

Learning to be myself
june 25, 2017

#clown #learning #introspection #circus #killing

Jun 2017 · 432

Free reason man

David Cunha Jun 2017

Free reason man

Ancient gods beat endless tender minds,
Simple empty sleeping.

Human touch *******
Save dark heart,
Power burning stars forgot skin

Constructed from consecutive chosen words in my 'words' section... even the title.

#words #collage #power #man #reason #******* #gods

Jun 2017 · 966

The way you dazzle me

David Cunha Jun 2017

The way you dazzle me

It was never this easy
            Never this easy to cry
But the sorrow haunts me
And the thought of not having you
                is enough
                          to break walls and shatter constelations.

Yet, I don't want any of that
                             Except you
And your mad smile
And waking up electryfied with the sight
                             of your ******* and the smell of eggs cooked
First thing in the morning

june 23, 2017 10:32 a.m.

#cry #dazzle #eggs #morning #******* #smile #love #smell #sight #eyeballkick

Jun 2017 · 454

Sincere love letter

David Cunha Jun 2017

Sincere love letter

I feel like I know nothing at all
And yet what I know tells me to experience and prove myself right or wrong and I'll start with you

I don' give a **** about what people say it's good,
I'm sick of law: moral law, judicial law, school law
**** that

I want you

If I didn't why would I give up all the 'freedom' of choice between millions of girls in the world for you?
'Cause you have IT!

I mean I don't care how many hoes, ladies, girls, women come...
You have something and I love you for that and for all the things you think and all the crazy li'l' brat-like plays you do and that cheeky smile and that **** cat walk that is half-joking with all those millions of girls you are more than but yet unknowingly and all humble and shining, **** thinking I want you!

E-x-p-e-r-i-e-n-c-e

You won't get that from thinking and love is experience, what more is it?

february 19, 2017
6:37 a.m.
Old one I really wanted to share

#love #sincere #letter #experience #thinking #it #freedom #law #commitment

Jun 2017 · 632

2 a.m. self-derision

David Cunha Jun 2017

2 a.m. self-derision

I feel like I feel I should feel
                   all but this,
                                this uneasiness

I think like I think I should think
                     very much more,
                               much more clearly

I should even fake it
                or make it go away,
                                        Cannot.

For it is love who's making me uneasy.

Love's always a "who"
june 23, 2017 2:21 a.m.

#love #uneasy #thought #feeling #away #uneasiness

Jun 2017 · 497

From within

David Cunha Jun 2017

From within

Forget what they ALL say
Forget origin common sense and mood and fashion,
Forget the human in you and unleash your unique inner species,
Light your heart with electricity from the skies
                                       wetness from the rain
                                        rough grains from the land
                                        And BE!

Just be, become endless,
Free!
Enjoy the sunlight and forget the smoke
They got thrown in your eyes.

#smoke #freedom #sunlight #rain #forget #electricity #human #fashion #origin #heart

Jun 2017 · 521

Complete

David Cunha Jun 2017

Complete

When you are passionate,
When you don't want it,
When you don't long for it.
When you NEED it
When the night calls your name
When you are the only person alive
When your consciousness begins to enflame
When your eyes collide with the stars
When your head spins yet focuses on one point
When your spirit is not a spirit and you are one with your body
When your arms are machines steaming and burning with glory
When your legs are a rocketship light-speed towards the moon
When you are the ARCHANGEL you always hoped for and never appeared
When it all vanishes and you are trapped only by that NEED
That HUNGER
That FLAME.

When you are ONE with the adrenaline which burns your veins into infinity
When you are your own GOD
When you are thirsty tired broken yet keep going,

When your passion renders you complete.

june 22 2017

#flame #passion #hunger #need #adrenaline #glory #passionate #night #complete

Jun 2017 · 602

Bullshit

David Cunha Jun 2017

*******

"O victory forget your underwear we're free"...
Yet we all keep our genitals intact, immaculate, in closure
Inside flannel suits and ties and shirts and microphones
And all of that ******* we created called modesty and decency
Oh...and kindness
Kindness is no more than a way to keep our will from funcioning
Modesty and decency no more than ways to keep our
love from being free

And if love can't be free, what else can?

Quote from "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg

#freedom #love #genitals #******* #modesty #decency #kindness #will

Jun 2017 · 973

Contradistinguish flame

David Cunha Jun 2017

Contradistinguish flame

I am electron
You are positron
I am moon
You are sun
Me, winter
You, summer

Yet continuosly turning in a dynamo twist
Burning, cooling, forgetting our places and time

We forgot, totally forgot.
This is the rule of the Universe:
The opposites are destined
To make the world go round
And shake it
Tremble it
In a bursting ball of passionate fire!

#flame #contradistinguish #opposites #fire #universe #world #summer #winter #sun #moon

Jun 2017 · 634

On touching her soul

David Cunha Jun 2017

On touching her soul

I want to reach down your skirt and bring
                             The souvenir of the gods

I want to ****** your voice
                                With a silent kiss
Let me bring you joy and slip my hands through
                                Your bleeding fingers of working too much.

I will run my fingertips down your back
And feed you my touching love,
                      I want to touch your sweaty soul again.

#touch #soul #gods #souvenir #kiss #love #sweat #bleeding #hands

Jun 2017 · 485

Like a shipwreck

David Cunha Jun 2017

Like a shipwreck

Without you is without the sun
And the moon isn't there
To watch me in the night,

Without you is unbearably strange
Like a fallen arm
An empty rage,

Without you is heartless and odd
Sinking in bed
Stranded thought,

Without you my poems rhyme
Aren't the same
And the smell of your hair...

...the touch of our lips,
Our first kiss in the car
The endless nights awake

With your love.

june 19 2017

#without #love #stranded #kiss #car #moon #sun #strange

Jun 2017 · 362

The ultimate cure

David Cunha Jun 2017

The ultimate cure

Tried everything,
Only a mother's love can mend
A broken heart,
And feed an empty soul.

#mother #love #cure #heart #feed #soul

Jun 2017 · 429

Endless love

David Cunha Jun 2017

Endless love

I am yours.
I have no choice and I don't want to choose,
I am yours.
In your womb started the journey,
I am yours.
Besides any hate or stumble and our great disagreements,
I am yours.
Not because you made me, because you fed me your holy milk and the serum of words,
I am yours.
Through every night awake I always thought of you,
I am yours.
You are as sincere as a sharp blade and I love it,
I am yours.
I have never cried for a woman the way I cry for you,
I am yours, my first teacher, my eternal goddess.

To my mother 14 june 2017

#mother #love #eternal #sincere #teacher #goddess #womb