Let Love consume you
Till there's only skin of passion,
Bone of desire, 
and heart of fire.

The capital of pain that you gain
Will rip the flesh from your body
and thirst for love will dry you out.

Truth's Epitaph

Society made its elements walking codebars
and now not even truth can save them all
because fake news killed truth, a former star.

No one is crying for truth
no one is mourning its disappearance
and not even freedom appeared in the burial.

...

No one really dies.

“An average human looks without seeing, listens without hearing, touches without feeling, eats without tasting, moves without physical awareness, inhales without awareness of odour or fragrance, and talks without thinking.” 
― Leonardo da Vinci

Next time I see you

Next time I see you'll be wearing sunflowers in your hair and your skin will be magical like in a fairy tale.
We'll go walking int he park, strolling through the cozy breeze all the way till it gets dark.
You'll take me to eat in a place that's specially open only for us and it will be the best dinner we have ever had.
Next time I see you, I'll be the one on the top of the mountain breathing deep and shining from so much healthy oxygen.
We'll go to the beach and into the warm water and the skies above will be of an intense blue that we've never seen before.
I'll take you somewhere new where we can be whoever we truly are.

Why are there so many tormented souls? People who loved and lost and continued to love, people who saw their childhood ripped from them, people who are faithful and true to themselves...

Love isn't love
It's just and illusion of the mind
That drags the heart relentlessly

Post-euphoria, what remains?
A shred of emptiness,
the vacuum that sucks your whole being 
into the blasting sound speakers
that still reverberate as the cops stare
trying to resist to give into the music. 

Fleeting dancing lights

Travel to see faces
Travel to see souls
Dancing and whistling
In the passing time.

I get to see your eyes,
they shimmer in the spotlights

...

[ was written and left uncomplete on purpose, on an unique and incredible day's ending packed with surprises, on 17th May 2017, when I had brief but profound encounter and good connection, with Zaim, who liked this poem I was writing amidst a concert for the first time and unknowingly made me not quit posting here and in www.poesiadodesassossego.blogspot.com what I write. feeling so lucky and am so grateful for the few belle anime of pure heart that I still get to find in this life :))) ]

Save the pain - ('cause even me not being a believer I would pray if that would indeed help in saving)

Will you go into the bright light
when November reaches its end
and all the leaves have fallen
as if prematurely crying for you?

Will you just join the fate of the 27 club
and no longer get to vibrate with life
sharing music and balm for us lost souls
roaming in this god forsaken Earth?

I hope you get to stay and continue
to irradiate hope and tenderness
and fairness and change and love
for everyone around as always

Or even if you get a bit more disappointed
to see most humans true colours
I hope you get to stay and continue
because I know you will always save us.