Tired

Tired of me
of you
of all that was once desired
and carefully planned.
do you feel banned
out of life?
how do you erase yourself?
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
exorcise
delete all mankind
if you still linger here.
In my mind.
Pain is only a physical reaction
to a long ago planned action
to disappear.
Are you proud?
Unhappy
Never to see eachother again
as if it even matters.
You were not aware.
Do you think?
At all?
I was never there.

Angels

Ten brave angels on my closet
Support every act of courage
And prepare the coffin
For the misunderstood beauty
And the sudden ravage.

There are angels on my closet
Applauding sincerity
Admiring straight fowardness
Blinded by the brightness
Of an idle morning.

Sparkling angels on my closet
Scare the pigeons with their laughter
Because my obscene ignorance
Hurt the certainly desirable pride
As we decided to stop all process.

Purple angels on my closet
Bow their heads
In complete fascination
With your charismatic self
And your knowledge.

Tired angels on my closet
Hold their breaths in amusment
And as they turn their backs on us
Avoiding every shortcut
They wave their hands good-bye.

Short Story About An Improbable Dream

This is an odd story about an improbable dream.
It is the story of a black peculiar cat who wanted to live in a train so it could smell the passengers all day. It is the story of the black bored cat who wanted to become part of the great big mistery of the travelling race, the human kind.
The black bold cat did not know that one has to plan its own catly actions before jumping in the big dark steel cage. The black hopeful cat wanted it all but forgot to decide the hows and the whens of living in a train.
So the black tired cat left its own comfy pillow for the cold impersonal train. And the black wishful cat bought a ticket. The black freakish cat was content.
The train started to move and the humans started to talk and the black wise cat was amazed about the stupidity of the human race.
The black angry cat began to doubt its own catly actions. The black listless cat regreted leaving it's own comfy pillow for the cold impersonal train. But most of all the black frustrated cat did not understand how humans can behave that way. The black resignated cat had some great expectations about the passengers' smells.
So the black disappointed cat had no plan. The black lonely cat got off at the next station going to live its solitary catish life as far as possible from the nonsense of the human kind.

Sick

Sick.
Subtle tactic.
Betraying myself
I bow.
Standing in row
I applaud.
Too much noise,
We are your toys.
Proud
We are loud.
Lifeless light
Forgot to recite
Afraid I'll bite
And leave a mark
She'll see.
This is not me,
It's someone else's thought
Of what I ought
To do.
Leave you
Alone.
I go on.
High voltage on my brain
This is me going insane.
I dive
Survive
Still alive
Even if you deprive
Me.
Random.
Lost in a place
Following your trace
Again.
Erase
Me.
Do re mi.
Hearing little birdies die
How come you make me cry.
I can go on like this for a while.
Tactile.
Countless miles.
Forgot if it was good or bad.
I stop.

Down

I understand.
You pretend.
I resent.
It's fun
To move on.
Raging lions
Want
To swallow
You up.
Down.
Don't frown.
She'll see there's something wrong.
Go along.
You understand.
I pretend.
You resent.
Do I repeat myself?
Do I repeat myself?
As she likes to say.
I obey.
Change my mind.
Find
My reasons not to do it
Lined up
Waiting for you
To prove me wrong.
You prove me right.
I want to fight.
Do you see?
Breaking their feathers
I'm stepping the borders
Of how to behave
In your urban society.
Be smart.
Let me start.
So you can say later on
'It's not my fault'.

Your Divinity

And the thread pulls me to you
But you don't talk
I can't read the silence and it's dark
Misinterpretation of your every breath
Running down my skin
Was it the 'yes' or the 'no'
That kept us apart
And I am so tired
Sleepless encounters
No one to blame but no matter
I am dragged into this tragedy
By your invisible laughter
How come people would die for one word
Kill to be touched
Blessed by default
Is it the human, the soul or the reflection
I'd like to be revenged when I am dead
Tonight I'm having troubles dying
Is it the words or the smell
Do you bleach your memories
Or show them off to your comrades
Do they empathyze
Lick the wounds of history
Blame it all on destiny
Watch him grin as I break stillness
He knows I can't help yelling
Letting go has proved incompatible
To my disgusted self
Miles spell our fairy-tale
It's too cold to give a damn
Masochistic ambivalences
Drown into a pool of questions
Wallow in my bewilderment
Your non-interference tactic
I attack and find my way
Back to your divinity
Every time we meet.

Tonight

Every step and every action brings me closer to your supervised reactions. Sleepless hours, insignificant strangers and steel waves make my spirit question my mind's decision making capacity. Seems we never could tell the right from wrong anyway. Complicated spiderwebs built around your outspoken environment. Your companions forgot the questions and begun to smile. Being tired is part of my winter nature. Sparkling water for my excited soul! Is it about me or about you, they wonder. Give him water! The smoke and the paper, bring the time closer so we can suffocate eachother. Be in my face. Choke for unknown reason, for your mind can not conceive the brilliance of coexisting this evening. Hear the water flow. Cold hanging on the walls. Their eyes know everything. Stare. Say yes. I have been waiting for your smell long enough. It is time you come. Be here. Be there. Place was never part of the almost solved problems. I will be your question mark for the evening. Thank you. Smile, for we are here on our own will. Each decision comes with unlikely consequences. You forgot. Feel their eyes moving on your skin. Taking your shirt off. They undress you with their liniar thoughts. You have to act, because they payed to touch your soul tonight. Divide yourself for each and everyone of them. Let them shred you to pieces so they can all have a part of you. They applaud now, you must bow. Feel their eyes on your naked self. They bite your ears, they smell your desire to leave, you have no place to go. You were sold and reinvented for their pleasure tonight. They masturbate their mediocre intellects as they watch you play for them alone. Look at me now, make me feel the only one. The room is full with only ones. Let our eyes meets so they can dance with extatic enthusiasm the joy of recognition again. Cut the air in tiny squares because you know every time is different. Dress yourself. You'll catch a cold. And you must leave tomorrow. I will tell them the show is over. They don't have what to see here anymore. Their money can't rape you enough. Their breaths made your skin dirty. Empty the place. Paint the ceiling with falling stars. Find me in this mess they've left. Give me sweets and send me home. Make me exhale poetry as you wave your hand goodbye.