vows are now complete
through those distant valleys
they spoke utterly, about love and conceit
as we stripped
faith is like a ghost, paciently waiting in the alleys
Into the deep sea of faith
Into the woods of wraith
the dead still drink- from the calice
from which innocence
once spilt
is the allure of autumn, the passion's art that sought us
blue moon broods over
painting us a biblical spell,
strapped in hunger
whrithing to us, the pale horse
of the phanton hearse
razor's delight, mercy's begiled
deceive the belief, blindfold of mothers-eyed
i flew too long through a eternal sleep
i raised hell at all satan's sons night, while siren's weep
down there, wretched men never yeld
hustling back from their angelic tribes
they claim to climb the race
if you stand there too long,
waiting for the spurn
- all shadows can listen again
memoirs
of another lost waltz
pounding at doors
still, through the night
while a gray of shattered idols
falls on us
over sleep
a strange rhythm comes from within,
instilles the beat
wherever it stands,
mastering shadows
under this peasant streets
our keeper, waits
in times before time
in a leap, through a life of traded miseries
in demand,
a storming substance
will break the molds
there about,
where mysteries
of the red sun still marvels
dignity frames, behind our walls
in their rooms, dreamcatchers
and wrecked infant dolls
she walks with me
our guile innocence is finally broken,
all foreseen delusions
now awoken
her touch is so gentle,
so easy to be fond
my dain remedy,
in invisible bonds
c'est la bohème de l'adieu
my home girl
keeeps trying all her secret ideas
for an ideal world
always reminding me
word by word
patiently and undone,
all the things
we should had said
or done
it's her nature call
always in a urge to kill
or breed
after the flood,
be my main stain
be my new place to hide
within our liberation
a new constellation
will shape us the clouds
will shape us the rooftops
getting us ready
for some more stories
from the gutter
- where all stray cats
know their way home
Mensagens
