A quick stop at my grave!

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in my eternal search
white face and deep eyes
but with inspirations ~ highs ~

I rest…..

stop the noise!
Hey, i am crumbling here!
the voices so loud
the walk of passers by

this shock me, hurts me
I can feel it in my guts

??????
what guts?

i was a poet you know
but they put me there
in grounded

now i am just a skeleton
thin and perverse

until i get the most beautiful words
and put them in a new poem

but how?

stop the noise!
Hey, i am crumbling here
but damn, has no more respect!!!!

they remain talking
upon my grave
in my graveyard

Yes, i am a deadly soul!
ha, ha, ha
no one expected for that einh?

with vaporous torn dress
dancing around others graves
waiting for a word
to break up the enchantment

cursed by poor stanzas
that i heard and in a hidden place
i hold it

So behold!!!!!

i am angry again
and for a word i am searching for

just stop by my grave
no noises no scandals
just be brave and one word
you must to say

thanks!

Oh! Lady Bright!

Lady brightOh! Lady Bright

sleeping so calm
after the tempest of light

beneath~ in her tomb~
rest a lady bride

she was soft in words
and brave in love
may be God bless her
after an outrageous dead

all in asleep around her cold limbs
the flowers, the dew, the stones
all is so gelid
How Lady still blaze ?

for each insult and lies
suffered in her life

the wicked that pass by
in disguise
shed a tear and for forgiveness they sigh

Now its too late for them
lifeless in their violence
have to pass by there
and a cold tear to condemn

for the rest of their numb life

Oh! Lady Bright
how do you still shine?

Drinking

drink of hell

drinking in a golden cup
licking the brim
Oh! licking the brim

deeper ~watering my lips~
round drops, translucent
~wanting and waiting~

i swallow the flesh
soaked in wine
dressed in purple

searching for a touch
in a golden cup
remembering that i dissolve
in my purple color

My Ghost Love!

I was taking your image with me
from the beginning , so long…..
difficult to talk about you
I know you so “douce”

some ghosts appeared
said their names
but I did not believe
I heard only a slow death
for not being from you
and died in each satisfaction

and died in every word I knew it was not from you

I mistook the game
I spoke of love
and again was just ghosts
because your sweet slow death was over me
over and over

now my ghost love
that i tasted the cold reality
that comes from your stone
i am falling down
and touching your bare neck
again man alone

Tower of Souls VI. Hope!?

Have to read more than one time and read the series to understand!!! Such beauty!!!!!

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With other souls in pain
Eyes searching for one to save
Towards the tower, in the rain
She walked a path, that was paved.

Before the tower she stood,
Clung by rain-soaked clothes
Not with a face of hardened wood
She stopped with an honest pose

Against the wooden door
Her small fist gave hammer- blows
Shouting at the towers law
Challenged it with cutting prose.

Against the tower of black despair
To call those inside to hope
She shouted her words of dare
Maybe save but one from the rope.

“Is Love and Life fair?”
Her words echoed around the tower
“Give me one soul, you can spare’
The wind plucked at her, and rocked her like a flower.

On rusted hinges the door swung open,
In the tower fair maiden stepped, with hope.
Under a high wooden beam, noosed rope swung from upon,
Eyes ablaze she stood firm…

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Confession of a corpse

Bodies piled
bruised tip fingers
~ burried~
lips opened in the empty
~parched~
eyes misted
waiting the snow fall
for them to be forgotten

got rid of  others  bodies
but has grief in his soul
carries on his shoulders
the unbearable burden of my corpse
entrained are his steps
aching each bonehomem caminhando na neve

he goes so far
has no horizon to compare
how tall he was

The girl of the tree!

~they loved her~

in a large farmhousemenina da árvore
with shady trees in the backyard
on the oldest of them
they tied her
with thick silver chains

by foot

~ for a hundred years~

one who that passed through the sidewalk
one who that entered in the garden
left some gifts under the tree
for her

~she was happy there~
until she died

(all good things in earth has an end)

they set gemstones in her fetters
each one to  beg favors
none  accepted

grass~ became golden hair~
tree ~said strange things~
wind ~sang~

all you had to do is
lie down and listen…..

they all loved her!

Capricious Moon

I turned the moon with my hands
so blue, so soft

 
I pressed her against my chest
feeling a ripple of love

 
suddenly ~she was no longer my moon~
became wane, with 2 silvered  tips to hurt meteto de estrelas
~scared~ i let her fall to the ground

 
the star-dust from my eyes,
made the way brighter

 
~bright blue and soft again~
then i hung up her on my ceiling
I played some stars
to adorn my dream
and went to sleep

capricious moon!!!!

The Souls Collector!! Day 3 napowrimo

~His name was sang to the four winds~

I was so carelessly sitting on my rooftop
seeing all-stars with the green lens

was a noise not a voice
but I was resting there
without hearing it very well
and reluctant to follow it

What is that?

from my special place i saw
some starving apparition
coming out of their stones

not sure…

and i saw even covering my eyes
grey souls coming in my direction

tattered and guided by His desire

~He was there~

covered by night
chewing those five souls

My eyes was a mirror of those pains

i shouted!!! No….

but they only could hear
the sound of the night

and still ~ in a perverse way~

~His name is sung to the four winds~

the collector of souls