blackened perceptions

hard to cope with all of you, hard to spit your face

although you failed to embrace a peaceful way of being.

my battered soul hides somewhere in a shattered time, overseas and edgeless peaks

reckless actions, assumed all sins as my own.

I take the blame and hide you from the critics’ eyes.

homegrown depressions packed for long journeys

tangled emotions, I can’t forget.

a need to destroy this Berlin wall, urges my spirit

to start a 90’s revolution and expose all truth for those

compromises I have accepted in virtue of peace, love and empathy

no more anonymous calls from a blue  phone booth

I’ll take actions against your wrongdoings

soon, very soon I will cut the spider’s web

and pee delicately on your distorted faces

while some will stare thwarted at what could have been ,

some will look through watery eyelids

and leave without hatred

for they will understand this troubled man.

lakes and friendly ducks

below wavering actions, green grass grows

covering underground factions emerged from poverty and unbalanced hierarchies

this trouble makers from beyond a standardized life

where people fight to survive, though seen as normal by masses.

these days where you have to behave in trends of consumerism

existence defined by customer’s behavior, you’re part of the flock

they say, dressed up in grey costumes, smiling with a bright aura

earth’s  saviors eat all the wrong shrooms for I can’t explain why

societies don’t bloom.

in a simple way all people should stray

just go away, there’s more knowledge in your ashtray

hard to keep enthusiasm when you’re hit hard

by the all-knowing guard

boycott them, minimize their plastic capacities

until serenity embraces

all races!

unite and fight, take action

destroy all masked faces

demolish the grey costume hegemony

and then you’ll live above green grass

with lakes and friendly ducks.

Hangovers

I defecate my feelings, for my stomach hurts every time I fall in love.

Moments collapse under the weight of demands

A change of style, a change in time, one-night stands.

Skinny hands emerged from empty bottles

Boxing gloves jerking off my thoughts

I spread my ideas all around your beds

Emphasized existence through dandy events.

Cemented hearts, fortified souls

No way in, keep the search alive;

A struggle to puke away into the night

Among choking strangers, a glamorous vibe

A compelling speech I might say

A fear that survives strong winds

A need to run on the wither fields

But emotions brutally slither

Burning my stomach, hit after hit

Until I have to take another shit.

toys for the wicked

steps behind shadows, a flesh stuffed soul;

some aim high and others go low

in western transactions, jammed in a new culture
hard to escape

that rattish butcher; he carves slowly

in those strange hearts; a different beat.

 that amber oblivion embraced in peace

by the East; hollowed bodies, minimalistic machines

enraptured by light in dark places

they never call back, they never come back

and people can still hear their wavering steps

fading away from the nest, a trail of rejections

a past that needs a replay. 

Random thoughts divided by 2

This strange feeling crossing patterns, divided by rules

Fear and confusion another great defeat against the morning freeze

We feel the loving breeze which hits and leaves

Green is yellow and no one cries for the autumn leafs

It’s about acceptance baby, it’s about deception baby

It’s about the masked thieves

Empty spaces, empty rooms, waiting for a crystal clear laugh

For a blink, for a kiss

Lips burned under bliss.

A raw sugar waiting to be absorbed, coffee grounds, blackened teeth

Smells like morning cigarettes

Your skin in deep I search, the endless constellations on your back;

divine like a glass of strong whiskey,

in the moonlight you sit on my mind, straying thoughts

searched for your weedy breath under a bleached skyline

A brief introduction, a longer seduction

Ended in kisses and sweat drops sliding on your breasts.

Smokey awaits me and fire and your favorite sweater.

Snowflakes hit your window, eat’em for breakfast

No strings attached, it’s just a glass of milk and scrambled eggs

It’s just for fun, fun on a bun,

No harm done!

Reddish candles create a fairytale in which you dive almost drowning

Too much salt, too many numbers for the cipher

A closed vault.

Keep a 21 in your mind

Feel young for one time that lasts a year, ten or more

Fed me like a dying whore

Give me all whiskey, gin and three packs of nicotine

I’ll snort you like my special K, follow you, running like Speedy

I’ll do you in the hey, I’ll trash the place, hence you’ll live with me

Your back I'll carve deep; defining human constellations.

In love with images created by myself

I surf away on buses and trains, searching in vain for my plane

Bring me back to Earth, bring me back to dirt!

I must restore my trust in talking meats

Clean the dust for my new books on defeats.

Being given two variables

Until I get it right, I will be in a directly proportional change

with the establishment that might act as a cage

for a new human rage!