there’s an imaginary world i wish to suspend our love in
a world where time can be frozen
and moments hung in the air that surrounds
all at our discretion
a world where i never have to leave
because i never arrived
we were formed in that second
together
sheets pulled tight
but you held tighter
intertwined
bodies
destinies
facing the world
not around us
but in front of my eyes
loving you eternally
a moment on pause

Não sei para que momento vivo
nem para que destino me quero

as emoções enganam
muito mais quando não as vemos
não querendo substimar a razão
acabo sem nenhuma resposta

morro interiormente lentamente
o meu ego diminui cada vez mais
até parar num estado incompleto
de nada
ou de algo

dependendo do momento para que vivo

I was the Hurricane that fondly blew on him
-the way you do your favourite old records

But he was a dandelion and
he was gone
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"Hide in here."

I shut the shelter,
securing my sister

within the hanging
fabric shells,

shrouding her
in my protection.

The first bomb erupts,
shattering peace into pieces

of cheap glass,
coating the floor

like ice on a bridge. Danger,
bridge freezes before road.

Mom begins to wail,
but the siren signals too late

to escape the collision:
His words—Her heart.

And I will never fear
Sticks and Stones.

Instead, I will fear
Words. Disgustful

syllables strung together
to guillotine my mind.

I wish it had been me
sealed inside the shelter.

"Dad is home."

Have you seen the soft light of her eye?
The speckled dusts that line
the record sheaths
Spinning in the groovy beat of eternity

Somewhere high above the skies
veiled in wisps, her water-bearing cirrus
and looming presence of Cumulonimbus
running the deluge of thoughts into the brain
and giving the gift of loving rains

There she is, the lovely moon--
A pockmarked pearl in distant gloom
A momentary gift, spinning her disk
in shafts of light on fallow eyes

I have been long lost, in varied dream
The boundless world around careens
Empty towards the end of move
But I'll spend the rest of this with you

The moon, Earth's aeons of planetary dance
in loving poise of circumstance
Her writhing storm of life between
the ever-floating nodes of light

sometimes there are
these perfect little
moments.

i believe that these
moments are what
defines who we are

Live
    as if
        doing what
            makes
                you
                    happy

                        @desire.is.dope
                              2-22-19
                                  2324HRS

Blast the music
    as your heart bumps a beat
Paint the picture
    as art freely flows from thee
Hit the bag
    as your force transfers energy
Run the mile
    as wind wakens your pair of wings
Write the thoughts
    as your cluttered cloud turns into speech
Pray the prayers
    as you go through victories and defeat
Take the breathers
    as you exchange your breath for air unseen
Seek the peace
    as your pain may taunt you temporarily
Live the moment
    as if your eyes were taking their final blink
Live
    as if
        doing what
            makes
                you
                    happy

2-22-19
2324HRS
@desire.is.dope

A fleeting wisp of time
when everything and nothing matter simultaneously.
We know when we’re having one,
or when we’re in one...
We instinctively stop to appreciate the now
and subconsciously allow our senses to take over.
The sights, the sounds, the smells...
And then it’s gone.
These moments, strung together,
tell the story of our lives.
They are what we will remember
as we take our final breath.

Grateful!
I’m grateful to those who are not grateful to me…
I’m grateful to my insanity for keeping me sane…
I’m grateful to my dark side of me, for letting me know where I can find the light…
I’m grateful to those silent, painful moment for letting me find the hope in those strange moments…
I’m grateful to undisclosed craziness in finding balance in unknown moments…