Outburst

 Of an eternal dawn, the woods now speak,

Upon the tribe's back, foaming breezes peak.

The dogs run free, the mountains lost from sight,

The friends grew clouded, reptiles kiss in light.

It's time for wings to live, to take their flight,

For shadows to strike hard, to wield their might.

The narrows crave the air, the nests demand their fear,

Unfaithful heroes, phalluses, draw near.

They drown the lovely infants, without grace,

The porters resurrected damage's trace,

By striking openly the spools they hold.

The daughter of disgrace came down, more bold

Than the ugly fissure, early to appear.

We lit the drowsiness of the white, sheer,

Diagonally, a spark of disengagement's sphere.

The salivas of the unutterable fear

Drained into foolish heads, devoid of sense,

Ancient ravens of a hairless shoot, immense,

The lakes leaped over channels, bold and dense.

It's time to roast the leaders, to impeach,

To build free, sprawling hedges, each to each.

It's time to scrape the torches, to prepare,

To climb three-story corals, high in air.

Block up the holy ducts, without remorse,

Put on unbearable lanterns, set their course.

Come, let us muzzle ivies, tightly bind,

To leave eternally as dregs and hide.

Epoques of substance

 I recall times of innocence, so bright,

Active and naive,in pure delight,

In native games,so unconfined,

In raw emotion,unrefined.

I recall natures noble and grand,

And people fair across the land,

On some duty's altar,they

Became repulsive in array.

In their small boxes, they but see

A world of disarray and spree,

And no sacrifice can make you free,

Or leave your conscience clear to be.

The neuroses speak their silent plea,

Only within the soul's deep sea,

And the masses,moments break,

From the pressure,they awake.

When serenity departs, takes flight,

The cold draws near,extinguishing light,

A hollow sound,a barren tone,

The utterly wretched,weight unknown.

Customs, laws, and civilization,

Education,strict dictation,

A facade,a farce, a comedic play,

A hidden death's paroxism,they say.

Lost is the meaning of this life,

Career,a hidden servitude, rife,

Your taxes paid to those on high,

A Sisyphus of decline,you lie.

How can the weeping leaf touch your soul,

When in concrete,you seek control,

When cars become your mission's goal,

How can light that doesn't burn make whole.

No hope for you to be absolved, set free,

Crimes and blood flow endlessly,

Our childhood nature weeps in plea,

From which you want to break the tie,to flee.

Life's irony

 In the beginning, into naiveté and hope's design,

In the tragic dance with the world's pulse divine,

An improbable escape from non-existence's sway,

Living the weep from the womb of dismay.

You are a futile resistance to time's relentless flow,

You feed the monsters and lie in deep woe,

With gravity,decay, and sickness' embrace,

You chafe and struggle from your inner space.

The vain and eternal evasion of pain,

In the sound of illusion,hope's happy strain,

Psychopathic,lifelong, accountable to spite,

A barefoot,blind child of misfortune's blight.

If then you dare to dream a purpose to find,

To taste something beyond survival's honey kind,

You forget,only death at the end you await,

Uselessly,for the fame that remains, you debate.

And yet our species, flawed and incomplete,

Without a sense of purpose,knows no retreat,

It seeks detachment from all that's not real,

And reproduction—the ultimate narcotic zeal.

Fire extinguisher

 Barefoot, the mirrors urge along

The misguided path of nations'throng,

A quiet fire delineates the bound

Of endless lassitude in sorrow's sound.

Ascend into the self's swift flight,

Annul the highest life's pure light,

Weaving the language of the steep

In death's most flawless choice to keep.

When small, I watched the sky's vast dome,

Kneading the void,without a home,

And now that I milk the river's flow,

I praise my empty children,though.

In a sea of jobless, if I drown,

A wretched career I cast down,

As human life I yearn to see,

I offer vision's horse to thee.

Save essence with decapitation,

All that smells of politic's relation,

Seize the night's cubic domination,

Cancel the failed generation.

We wrestle with life's harlots base,

In columns of unseen moral grace,

Blind composers of the rain,

Fire-stricken fugitives of chain.

Biography

 Then rose and shone the rain

Of falsehood's stain,

Then wounded fell and ailed the flame

Of blood's domain.

With phalanxes trained faithfully

In hell's design,

Perfumed with bones unutterably

Of sight's decline.

There rose the absolute retreat

In arrogance,

Denied,the unsubstantial feat

Life's plea to dance.

A willing silence was required,

And then you cried,

The moment's debt was then acquired,

And then you sighed.

Irresponsibly, you weigh the lamb,

Unhopedly,

Impelled,you seize the steam and ram

Most ably.

I stand against the windless mountain's might,

Fatally,

I gaze upon dream's thread,a trite

Sight,vulgarly.

I quarrel with the azure sky's domain

In memory,

And break the void unseen,the pain

In its knee.

I charge each atheist virtue, every grace,

Antenna-high,

And spit upon a holy conduit's face

Companionably.

I believe the All is quite enough to be

With you,

And err as some grotesque,misshapen tree

In birth anew.

Grant me a little fortitude, I plead,

Tonight,

To bind the soul that wanders without creed,

And smite.

Unnatural seems the small and fragile head

So light,

Upon the mortal zenith's edge,now spread

Afresh,in night.

I set ablaze the wrong and right alike

With pen,

And from the prodigal son did strike

In birth again.