three songs

press the handle softly and open the door
to see what’s hiding behind;

all of your friends are on the dance floor
shooting cocaine and trying to find
the purpose of pain
by hitting each other on Rage and screaming
“Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”;
you join the group, jump and shout on the stage like Zack de la Rocha
“Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!”;
while another is playing the bass
and one is kicking the drums
and also you have a Morello
that’s picking invisible chords
but it’s late and you have to move on.

press the big black button to call the elevator
and you enter with fear;

the journey begins and you get to level two
without an evacuation plan, wait patiently for the doors to open
surprise!
you’re not home anymore;
new faces printed on walls, a new level of confidence and power
no reason to taste only sour
and hide yourself in the sewers;
at first act like a viewer…though it’s hard
to change, after the sun shined over your yard.
listen to Phil, shouting from the back
“Present tense works and lasts!”.

press enter and run the software
google translates and you are amazed by its incompetence;

you open the window to see all the new people
until you agree with the terms just press næste;
understanding new cultures comes with a mingle
but never forget this old single that plays on youtube
“Hold on to Your Friends!” a voice comes from the haze;
from smoke and darkness rise your eyes to solve
the missing puzzles from the present.

and don’t you forget,

a wrong door could be a dead end.

for a pear

Once there was a pear on that deserted hill…

and everybody gathered around this tree, from time to time
with friends and relatives, cats and dogs, sadness and happiness
and that, gave birth to organized crime.
they started writing logs and blogs, about which appeared to be, their life around that pear.
also they ate a lot of pears until the Sun went down in the horizons river
and the tree stood fruitless in the sunset light.
they started arguing, who ate all its fruits
but after a closer examination, there was one left, right on the top
and everything went crazy, the men took their boots and chopped it off
branches collapsed on little babies with their mothers shouting them to stop
the elder died kissing the roots, adulteries disclosed,lies,crimes,worms,
blood and wood chips, drunken men fighting
for the pear…

until a terrible silence embraced the hill.

a day to remember

the clouds are pierced by beams

and I’m looking outside where

the wet streets challenge me for a walk

and the park is empty.

I wonder where everybody is, where are they?

have they left without saying good bye to a fellow human

“no! you left!” a voice tells me to light a cigarette

from my couch the view is narrow

but tomorrow I’ll get outside

and try to be more than a human, more than a sack of bones and flesh
I shall understand
I shall stand tall
against the wind
I will be brave
and I will fight
to remember
how to sail a ship.

a clear hazy vision

as a child eternity seemed familiar

and my game had no end

fear of death did not exist

until

I joined the herd

and from that point on,

confusion gave birth to great illusions ,

which now come around

and hit my miserable being .

lost in the purple haze, no magic here

my thoughts suppressed by the shelf

where I was put by my fellows

and they all wear the mark of Cain;

virgins rocked in cradles of sin,

priests burned by holy candles ,

politicians killed by their means ,

and people, people screaming their obsessions

on youtubes, facebooks, televisions and

in the bars as well .

and I stay in the haze and watch how everything burns and rots

as sinful strangers we walk the dark

in silence we fuck, behind the bushes of morality

you and me, degenerated products

sold as premium deluxe

without a warranty

society bleeds, raped by perverted individuals

even though virginity was lost a long time ago

to greed and lies, prolific gold.

as a child I should have stayed

but

next I know

eternity has an end .

broken circuits

nervous breakdowns follow me through the nothingness of everyday life

learning to survive without people among other people, little steps until

the emptiness becomes a friend

shadows of the past glide on the walls of my mind

relations burn fast, like matches blown by northern winds

losing control again and again, words of hope

die without a trace inside ones soul,

meaningless feelings brought from beyond

by scraps of happy recollections wrapped in smoke

fake angels, tongue full of ashes, the bottle is empty

listen to stories about Jesus Of The Bar, another shot

light from above, no money no beer, just a mere sense of solitude

that spreads, spreads through, burning humanity

filled with hate I wait, we wait…

that thing that will change something, battles are lost

insanity comes and acceptance becomes an art of living

punch the air, alone in rooms full of faces, imagine the fear

no way back, ex’s names called in confusion

in dark and cold places

maybe I always lived in illusion.

fragile images touched by trembling hands

fade away;

confessed my sins to strangers and whiskey

to little dwarfs and whores

contemplating vaginas in bathrooms

gone into deep, lost girls, hands, sweat, tongues, cheeks

wet nights overcome sunny days

and having nothing pays in the end.

I want to dance with witches at black masses

give me whiskey, vodka, gin and amphetamine

I take the blame

for I have brought shame to human relations

damned to stick my thoughts in black holes

dripping memories swallowed by unknown mouths.

islands of broken hearts united in motion

growing apart into the burning oceans of lust

happiness is sold on black markets

but only the privileged have access to it

denied is the neophyte

for he doesn’t know how much

should he pay.