YOU

in a handless clock 

casting my shadow into the future 

i’m rolling my eyes inside out 

deep 

deep 

deep 

can you feel me? 

i find myself taking flight 

to bump into you 

i hasten my pace 

but it’s still out of reach 

in my eyes you live

 

 

GOLD SPECTRUM

the future is sealed  

your shares rise on the stock market  

your time has an owner  

and it’s not you  

although they dubbed you the man of the hour  

in jarring silence  

gains weigh heavy in your pocket  

and your leg… locked  

your smile… empty  

midas has you  

a wall in your eyes  

your heart is blind  

a hole is your life

 

 

THE FEAR PEDDLER

a newspaper stand 

selling promises of happiness 

ensures a passage to the dreamland 

sucked in by the magazine 

you delved deep into the abyss of incompleteness 

when desiring more 

fear is sold from power stores 

silencing our rationality 

within our fences 

seizing the path of curiosity 

and courage to live 

wanting naively to not venture into the unknown 

they do not sell hearts 

and you just play yours out 

in your chest nobody lives 

…a resigned puppet 

doors closed to what's new... 

...look through the cracks

 

 

IDENTIDADE

Olho 

Olho 

Olho 

imagem cega de uma sombra minha 

nas fraturas da existência 

ela caminha 

anda sem a planta do pé 

negando os grilhões do chão 

abraça a ilusão da fé 

sem deus, na contramão 

daqueles que oferecem pão por céu