I walk my life, a subway station
Where dirt consorts
The air around.
It pounds my nape,
It flames my mind
With sights and fates
And sounds.

Above, a tram goes up the alley
Tinged with canary hue.
Below, my wit:
What void, what valley:
It sank, in Tagus mused.

I take a seat, doors screech behind.
O, what wondrous whiffs?
Of metal beams
Attriting loudly
Against metal wheels?

To a halt it cuts my chain of thought,
Rivals my dream, they brawl.
'Tis from the gallery
Of broken hope
The beggar man crawls.

Intemperate horns his entry announce,
Dysphoric scenes aground.
He comes detuned
Near clears his throat,
Lethargic voice resounds:

I beat my cane
In wrongful rhythm,
'Cause wrongful
Was my life.
My voice hurts from
All this singing:
'Twas morphed into
A sigh.
I longed, I longed
For all my sinning
Was ought to be repaid.
Deserved so much,
God took my
Will, my sight,
My love, my
Name.

So tell me, vagrant,
What did He take?
-Said I-
Who has loved you?
What is your will,
What name did you go by?

I used to be a man of soul
Whose heart beat strong and dign,
I used to write
And then I died
On the 10th before July.

He took my coins for all my service
At wars:
At land
At sea
-The waves still have her,
Laying there still,
Waiting away from me!-
Said he-
I will my love,
My fire, passion
-My young Natercia!-
Most darling of all nymphaea!

So God is just after all,
Replacing sin with grief.
No need for me
To pay the man:
God has done the deed.

The deadbeat coins of his cup
Turmoil ever so slightly.
I leave my dream,
Doors shrill again:
'Tis time to end my journey.

Sunflowers bloom
They shine
Like faces
After a honeymoon!
O the shine
Moon gets
From his Sun
So does it
Blooms when the
Sun rises
Faces away when it sets
Doesn't ask for anything
From the Sun
Except for sunshine
Is it that
The sunflower calls
O dear Sun
Rise,awake
I need to rise
And when the Sun sets,
She says
O bye,dear
I need to bear
Another night
Of facing away
O the moonlight
Does not suit me
He is like me
He gets his glow
From you
You are,so
His cause as you're mine
So why should I leave you
And set a saga with him
He waxes and wanes
And is very'light'
Unlike you
Vigorous and radiant
Why shouldn't I be you?
What would the Sun reply
Does he shy
Does he act Herculistic
What do you say
Do you find someone
In this scene?

Cold frozen road
Poor sorry lad

Brutal roaring storm
Corpses madly bloom

Already...


The crippling cold catches up


Through minds zip chaos
It corrodes conquers nights

Too late...


The howling harvester hacks heads


All broken...

Cold worn hearts
Seek godly protection

Infatuation is transparent red.
It sounds like the quickened pace of a fox in the forest
It tastes like metallic blood pumping in the back of your throat
It smells like three week old lilacs
Infatuation feels like burrs stuck in the sleeves of your tattered wool sweater.

So much color and
So little light
The trees are jewels
Veiled by the sky

The power to manipulate your surroundings,
Talking animals and non-human entities,
To see your deceased loved ones,
Trapped in complete darkness,
New faces appearing at sight,
A dream within a dream,
Omens of the future,
To live or to die.

and there they sat
each passerby
with vivid lives
the urge to cry

magnificent words
on some of their tongues
and a song to sing
in each of their lungs

the hand they bear
some never know
and I think we
must learn to grow