#capital
Nasci pensador,
Nasci sonhador.
Quando era pequeno,
Costumavam colocar-me na varanda.
Sentado na minha cadeirinha,
Eu observava a rua poeirenta e seca.
Via passar mulheres sorridentes do mercado,
E homens desempregados com ares vistosos.
A rua era o ecrã da minha televisão.
Os pássaros, os cavalos e os transeuntes,
Voavam e trotavam como atores refinados,
E como artistas de verdadeiro valor.
A minha cidade era pitoresca — minúscula, porém intrigante;
E, no entanto, a vida ali era bela, simples e languida.
Comparada com a capital,
As coisas não estavam nada mal,
Uma vez que todos conheciam a todos.
O mar não ficava muito longe,
E o Paraíso — por mais luminoso, pesado e lento
Que fosse —parecia quase distante.
Nasci pensador,
Nasci sonhador.
Após tantos anos de leitura e humildade,
Tornei-me poeta e homem de letras.
Pequenas anedotas, ou minicontos existem por todo o lado,
Sob um céu intrincado, escuro, nublado, triste e turvo.
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
Let me feed you, they say
Sat in a puddle of *****
Our teeth are barcodes
Our bones are meals
Let me heal you, they say
Then they take yet more
But Im not slowing down
(You can't when you're poor)
Let me show you self, they say
And pawn their own breath away
Enlightened in pure white light
Blue eyes of divine right
Let me educate you, they say
From the vacant room never left
Of fathers' touches never kept
And dog-eared pages of contempt
Let me, let me, let me
As if I am able to escape
Push me, push me, push me
As if its only me that shakes
Violently, violently, violently
In a regime ripe to break
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC
Wild ideas called seminal,
put forth the first root
prior to the first shoot,
first the blade, then the ear,
then the full corn in the ear,
then the harvest, gathering
fuel for the fire in the belly,
fitting frame and form to task,
as each part player repeats,
the quotidian procession
offering songs sung inside
faith formed bubbles of might,
may haps made per haps good
and easy, easing frets and fears,
recollecting known knowns,
regarding time above ground,
reminding each subroutine
to come, play the role, smile,
fix good will, first form genius
performing projection
shining on time, finding it
comforting to know how long
a time has been in process
of making up our will to try,
once more, our ingratiating
offering, whispering
fire, fire of life, fire in me a will
to find a way of worth to make
seem natural, spiritual, not flesh
the body and the mind,
the body and the will,
the body and the need, the want
the pulling hunger, the generator
calling for sustenance…
if time is life… and comfort
has been achieved, received…
life after nobility, life after expertise,
proven with the worth attested to…
urged whimsically, can we not
make a moment's peace pass
uncontested, indeed, we can and may.
Have a fine day. Or so they say,
wishing without realizing how,
the will to give an encouraging word
weighs lightly on a satisfied mind,
at the end of … ever, again.
Two questions, lost to television
"What is matter?
Never mind.
What is mind?
It does not matter."
Yet, a lifetime later, in nous sense,
minding one's own business, thinking
whose idea is this, who's testing time
for worth, weight of wisdom, left to me,
for my attention paid,
for my notice taken, blank stare, musing
using preserved utterances between we two,
me, and my own will, me and my monkey
discerning historical value systems arranged
to leave room for fruitless investigation,
to make space for ruling levels and grades,
high over low, will to make, will to use,
will to take and use to make more ease,
more peace of mind in matters of time,
offered in a poetic sense, mere mindful
ness, in nous sensed, gentle, familiar order,
at our established limit, at the end of life,
assuming time continues, only life's
artificial interesting lures, know
now urgency, generating knowledge
needing, it must seem, at the moment,
to be pre-served, as known known reminders,
the story of us, we, the people alive
letting this mind be in us, in word
and deed, in truth, we think
we may use any knowing
reproved while taking life as easy as
any royal courtier in empirical courts,
vested interestingly, if one wishes to know
what is invested in me, one wishes to know
why am I the curious kind, sorted out
to ever learn and never settle
to the bottom,
line, final word, capital idea,
bring up a child, in the way, whither
no way is commonly the only way,
but we have dug a channel, a course
to become the of course, in all conversing,
of course, along the way through life
informed as one called to learn to tell true
what was said in counsel, with the wise,
of course, those most blessed with nothing
missing or broken, comforted mindfully,
aware where gravity is enforced, we hold
the fullness of time as space in mind.
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Informing us as knowers using
assisting intelligence's recollections…
answers in mindform, offered as news
ex parte gratis, for your information,
finding oneself in the same form as wind
metaphorically, in the same mind
curious as to what we think we know:
[The term capital]
made its first appearance
in medieval Latin
as an adjective capitalis (from caput, head)
modifying the word pars, (part and parcel)
to designate the principal sum
of a money loan.
The principal part
of a loan was contrasted
with the "usury"—later called interest—
the payment made
to the lender
in addition
to the return
of the sum lent.
This usage, unknown
to classical Latin,
had become common
by the thirteenth century and possibly
had begun as early as 1100 A.D.,
in the first chartered towns
of Europe.
--- according to knowledge accessible
by any empowered to read these thoughts---
[Frank A. Fetter,
"Reformulation
of the Concepts
of Capital and Income
in Economics and Accounting," 1937]
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=capital>
In sequence, next
we spend our rest urged on, pressed
pushing aggregational will to empower
precious personal will to accept
hold tight, the right to think, this is a good day,
where the course widens to meet the ocean,
and eventually evaporate.
Taking your time,
using your attendance, now
to extend my hope
to knowing certain ways
to inform good counselors
called, trusted advisors, seers
granted high perch to see from
to draw ever into now, to focus
our mind's eye at the point aimed
from ever's edge at the first cause
the why we are, part of every thing,
in truth, the state we find ourselves
being makers of… let this mind seem
our common sensory sorting system,
cost for not knowing, profit for knowing,
guiding guardian self preserving gnosis.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 1:40 PM UTC
Pleading for a purchased god
Romanticized for its ancien régime
Celiac, and yet I licked the wheat paste
Of the letter I was was trimmed A4
In all that time spent by the basin
(and its traffic-trimming wetlands)
I only rode my bike to the depot
To color code my calendar
When capital kept its calls collect,
When the gravy train kept me idle
Each chamber would be emptied
Fruitlessly: punch drunk with praise
(Indulge a little)
Each from four through five: orchestrated
The plains always claim the sixth
(Respecting the tradition of western folk)
Only three will ever threaten treatment
Sep 25, 2022
Sep 25, 2022 at 9:57 PM UTC
Come people come
Please come to us
Oh you are so poor
You suffer so much
Do you ever know?
Why you suffer so much?
I bet, you don't know at all
It's because of your Karmas
I have a remedy
For all your sufferings
My name is Crankie
I have opened a Bankie
Bankie is just another type of bank
A bank in the business of Karma's
Deposit your good Karma's here
Get lucrative interest on annual basis
Thus your balance of good Karmas
Will rise and multiply gradually
Yes, it will be printed on your passbook
It will also be reflected in your credit score
We have many-many, so many branches
We have numerous ATM here and there
Your account will have enough liquidity
You may withdraw it anytime you need
It can even be inherited by your heirs
In case you die leaving your balance intact
You may even nominate anyone dear to you
He or She can claim the balance after your death
You can even transfer some good Karmas
To the account of your other near and dears
So you have a question to Ask, Okay -
Go Ahead, Ask, I will reply with pleasure
So you are asking me, What will I do –
With bulky baggage of your good Karma's
It's simple my dear. My name is Crankie
I have opened a Bankie, I am Businessman
I will lend your good Karmas to people
Who have less amount of good Karma's
They will use those good Karma's to earn
More and more, good Karma's with ease
And will pay regular interest to our Bankie
And when they succeed in earning a lot
They will also repay the Principal borrowed
Thus both, Bankie and its customers will earn
So your good Karmas are going to earn
Not only a hefty interest, but also help others
To generate more and more good Karmas
Just like the holy Gods and unholy Demons -
Performed 'Ocean Churning' which generated
Fourteen special jewels including the ambrosia
Thus this effort will make a better society
And a better world for all of us to live in
So isn't a Good and Great Idea, Yes it is.
All the people agreed with great applause
They started depositing their good Karmas
And got their interest credited in Passbooks
They were quite happy, though their life degraded
As they never utilized or encashed their Karmas
But instead choose to deposit them in Bankie
Opened by the great businessmen Crankie
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AFTER TEN YEARS
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People saw a board hung on the gates of Bankie
It was put there by the worthy Banking Regulator
It was just to inform every Tom **** and Harry
And was not at all for the fairy, living in heaven
"This Esteemed Bank has gone Bankrupt.
As a regulator we realize our duty and authority
So we are conducting an enquiry to ascertain
How this all has happened after all
Until further Orders from our side,
You the common people are hereby informed
You will be allowed to withdraw just a single
Good Karma for the next ten month period"
There was a rumour that that the bank had,
A large amount of Non Performing Assests
Because borrowers failed to return the loan
They failed to pay interest and the principal too
This was not the only rumour flowing around
There was also a rumour spreading everywhere
"Mr Crankie had lent all the good Karmas to
His Friends, family, relatives, near and dear
They didn't even bother to pay it back to Bankie
There were so many irregularities in issuing loans
The guarantors happened to be the borrowers also
The Borrowers happened to be the guarantors also
As a result the bank filed case in court and prayed
To declare Bankie as legally bankrupt and Insolvent"
Rumours always likes to travel in multiples
Not in a single strand. One of them was -
"Bankie was bankrupt on paper only
In real Crankie laundered all its money
And deposited them all in various accounts
In the famous tax havens of the world
The investigation is going on in constant pace
Legal authorities are working round the clock
The poor customers have no choice at all
They just sit and rejoice by singing a song
"Mr. Crankie, along with your Bankie
Please get us a beautiful hankie
To wipe our flowing nose
Because our eyes are ******
And the tears are not leaking
From any of them after all
Mr. Crankie and your Bankie
Please get us a beautiful hankie"
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 10:47 AM UTC
I AM SO TIRED OF FAILING
AT THE BOTTOM NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I TRY SO HARD
I CAN'T SEEM TO GET IT RIGHT
I **** EVERYTHING UP ONE WAY OR ANOTHER
EXCEPT FOR WHEN I WRITE
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
Wrapped up
In blanket love
Breathing out the past
And only looking forwards
Opening windows
To let in the spring
Cutting my bangs
So the world can see my face
I'm a whole new girl
I can smile now
There's an anchor now
I'm safe and sound
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
I heard a plaintive heave before the cleaving of the air,
then of the flesh – a forceful splitting of a young citrus,
then of the splintering – a crunch that froze the scorch of that afternoon.
Finito! the sound of the fragile spine breaking into hundreds... or is it thousands? of pieces.
And the debris, of the marrow
and the dangling arteries –
of chunks of the hypothalamus,
a part of the left hemisphere –
the tangential stains of blood on modern Golgotha – a cemented clearing deep within the woods
parched and dried by the anger of that afternoon -
which resembles a festive night:
festooned with firecrackers,
with showers of embers and
fountains of fire,
glow sticks of horror,
And the lower part, the detachment:
loose and limp
placid and peaceful.
A fresh sculpture of soft clay in red
plaid polo and punturong –
both saved by the stain of gore,
but not with the stain of nature
on the flipside
the habiliments are covered in dust – modern dust
brought by cement and its slow deterioration
of how friction demolishes it era by era
tick by tock of the giant slothful clock -
and as this same cement
seeps all the fireworks
vegetation thrives –
and the fruit of man, and law, and
capital teeth and eye dangles
through thick sinewy vines.
The land devour the sculpture carved by a single
stroke.
And then another heave is heard
then the cleaving of the air,
the almost splitting of the neck meat,
the forceful pulling of a penchant edge
then the cleaving of the air
the splitting of a young tangerine,
then the splintering of a spine,
the spray of sainthood in scarlet,
then the limping,
the rolling, the creation of a mask.
It was a masterpiece of music,
visual aesthetics and
natural arts.
As the mark of each face
was left in the humid winds
of that
afternoon.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
It almost feels like summer,
breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes.
It feels like
Taking a stroll on National Mall,
On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial.
Playing Frisbee riding bike
On the meadow in front of the Capitol.
My summer in the capital
With you, him and her and them and myself alone
It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background
It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent
It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes
The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock.
Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.
Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court
Dipping toes in Reflection Pool
Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore
Summer is a state of mind and so does love
But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 5:04 AM UTC
Ice cream
subsistent tell
this pallor
where Peter
has a
big date
this Friday
and scream
where a
lawyer melt
with straws
that crisscross
in court
and don't
dispose a
woman in
county ajar
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
an
waiter
rolls
am
i
made whole on my dime
ask him
in
an
while
she hates me
to
much
we could not
make
her
smile
when
an
apology
kiss me
its worth
we have
no value
on
this earth
how sorry do you think
i
am
?
...
..
.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
a spoof
on reality
there only
peculiar to
sensitivity as
mobility does
change in
cyberpunk while
our glorious
rays portray
freedom with
our initiatives
in management
or idolatry
and driven
to extreme
in America
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
he used other human capital
to achieve his own ends
what kind of person would
be involved with these lends
beneath his exterior
a brain-washer lay
exploiting everyone else
to bring him handsome pay
credit in his dodgy account
came at a considerable fee
abusing and misusing
Bob and Mary's kindly spree
they had no understanding
of his predator plan
working them over so he'd
be the number one man
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
An astir this dimm
she dig train then abscond
that dawn set her part
just round nine o'clock
and she sped into town
but rode back at dusk
met me on this serial port
and funny interlude discretion
with a keystroke to browse
this cockamamie diatribe
while all through a route tonight
yet this flagrant twist ensue
with her laptop a comrade fair
to find her again
upon this moment of bliss
she rightfully kissed
with a monument there
that touted strikingly tall
like an obelisk affront
an oft-heard prayer.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
We are 9 miles away from D.C.,
the eye of the storm on the twentieth.
The suburbia love we had,
storm- before- the -calm kind of meeting we had on this chaotic day.
9 miles away is the city we love
It is a refuge for our boredom and our doomed relationship
On the metro ride, on the E street and somewhere near Farragut West
We watched small budget movies, had ice cream or playing with each others' hands fondly.
We are several blocks away from all the barricades,
So why don't we get in closer and go to Chinatown Coffee
and then wandering down the H street.
In the suburb, I do not feel peace,
Because the storm is coming.
I'd rather go in the eye of the storm,with you
Where you fell for me.
This Capital love of ours , on the outskirts of D.C.
Where in a perfect world we would both live in,
like last time you told me on the way to E street.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
A carman of lore now
superfluously en route
to enrapture
these egalitarians indebted
to patriots
but clandestine horizon
when jeopardy arises with present
that unrest succumb to fighting
that surreptitious supplant freedom
with only a vestige of Justice.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
If you never try it
You'll never know it
You'll ever wonder
Forever doubt
So break out
Be a chance taker
A faith placer.
Take the bruises
Absorb the scrapes
That come from escaping safe harbour
And storm the border
Of your known neat and orderly
Childhood home.
Welcome to London.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
crossing from
the park
to the bank,
stepping over
the remains
of a grackle
on the grass
that glides
into the sidewalk
and
suddenly
dissolves
at the verge
of the
road
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
Please help pray for Paris. I feel so helpless and sad tonight. I wish it wasn´t real.
Paris
Friday night in Budapest
Music echoing in a bar
A man and woman well dressed
Walking towards their car
Friday night in Paris
Sirens echoing in the street
Chaos rapidly embowering bliss
Ground shaking under running feet
Friday night in Oslo
Laughter and good wine
Tall candlesticks standing aglow
Faces losing track of time
Friday night in Paris
Laughter twisting into cries
Searching for those you miss
As black smoke fills the skies
Friday night in Berlin
Together watching a football game
Hoping that your team will win
Cheering with a poster of their name
Friday night in Paris
Blood on the big green field
Lying on the ground alive you wish
That it simply isn't real
Friday night in London
Going out with a friend
Hearing the ringing of big ben
Thinking of how much to spend
Friday night in Paris
Crowds shattered by gunshots and hate
On your knees filled with anguish
You loved, but now it is too late
Friday night in Rome
Midnight walks under the sky
Couples together, walking home
Others turning to say goodbye
Friday night in Paris
Hate took away the morning
No words can fix this
Or dry the tears of the mourning
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
I walk tall
I am the final piece
Straps and metal
switch the queen
check mate
I wear the crown
like thorns
hiss of iron
sickly heat
I am the final piece
Closing door
veil is leather
not my mask
but yours
I am the final piece
The chimney
stench of roast
vessel for your volts
I am the final piece
Charred puppet
dancing feat
I am the final piece
I am the final peace
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
do you remember capital letters?
the upper case that i seldom use?
remember how i used to use them?
if you scroll through my poems you will see that i did.
but then you happened.
you didn't steal them from me
but capital letters indicate strength
and because of you
i am weak.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Scared from my bush with no name
They will brain wash the impaired
Such hefty goals they hide behind
Filling the holes you dug in their mind
Empty structured used to hold our souls
Constantly Walking down dank desolate halls
Feeling a strange comfort, yet impending doom
With every minute creeping closer to death
I do hope you cherish your last few breath
Soon all deranged intent reveals itself
You'll Find the TRUTH in finding yourself
Nothingness, the curtain closes over us
Pay to live, live to pay, pay to pray
Go down the line of our institutions
The line dead ends at supposed reality
Know now the solutions to vanity,
will come in due time. Ending your time
Minds grave stayed a slave, slave to stay
Walk the grey line.
Brain wash the impaired
The Morbid thoughts
Brain washed society
Do not be scared
of what we can't see
This personal
separation.
Hear vibrations
Feeling natures stair.
Strife not the end
Climb the tree of life
Thought deprivation, and oral defecation. Plant the seed
Repair wounds of time. Knowing everything must feed
Isolation growing intense psychology distorted mind
Undiscovered complex perversity living inside of the
There are some driven by the destruction of adversity
In Life and death, I tell you revision isn't key
Direct your inquiries to thriving minds
Be still in your decisions long pondered
Remove your mistakes, remove your memories
Time breaks for insanity, in alternate realities
Not acceptable. UNIVERSAL descent, a shame
Monetary gain, owning rights to humans brains
Its all about the capital and its punishment
The day we all thought would come true
This day we will soon enough forget.
New life surrounded by decay and death
We know you won’t, but you really should
enjoy the carcass. It will all end soon.
To many people fearing the day they’ll die
Open to the window of opportunity
Look through the window to the other side
If what you found was lifeless, run and hide
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC