Hip hop little frog
bathing on a lily leaf
splash fogs clarity

"You already know everyone."

The cold rain
is a pleasant companion
compared to the ever absence of drought.
The settling dust just dwindles around
it provides no coat of comfort
like the countless raindrops that are crashing upon me.
I miss an arm around my shoulder.

Sincerely yours,

Vulnerability

What would happen if a happening would happen to happen?

Plunge from the seat of humanity
in the chasms within abyss
Rip out my limbic system
and **** that parasitic sibling
without giving him an inkling
Rip out my senses, it's sickening
untill all that's left is a nervous system
Inject liquid anxiety that twists my reality
to standing in a mist of damp from parasitic fungi
Shower in liquid methane
cool my mellow heart
the bane of my existence
until it stops and all goes dark
and when I walk on a harrowed path
All hollow, lost..
cut me with a razor blade on every thought I make
Slice all my veins but don't let me fade away
Put my tongue in chains
And tear this kindness from my face
**** every mask I make
Punish me for my past mistakes
Free me from the kindness and the love I have today
So I can tear down this seat of my humanity
And Come back to the comfort of the darkest place

Malice spreads slowly..
Oil crossing oceans..
Lightning strikes
Flames burn on my souls surface
Black Smoke
cloudy thoughts
poisonous..

Sickening
Trying to escape out of my body
listening..

...
Standing next to me, seeing my other half suffocate.
Black spots appear on my head and heart.
I scream for help but nobody can hear me
in this etherreal state
..
You look up to me
eyes pleading for help
You can see me?
she nods..
Can you hear me?
she nods..
Good, now listen to me..
she listens..

If life is drenched in death
Death is drenched in life

*a creepy disease
Incurable and merciless
It takes
Young and old
But never before birth

And all my loved ones
Are present when I come to pass
Souls that I have spanned hundreds of years with
I close my eyes and exhale
my last breath
As life takes me

If we define beauty by health, we'll reshape the world.

I see Gods, wearing masks of self betrayal.

They spawn on a green surface
where they feast on the carcass of Creation.
A worldwide theater opens and their inherited ancestral traumas
play out their parts to perfection on the stage of current events.
Their projections are as clear as a day of light pollution,
muddling the bright night skies.
It is the atmosphere that reflects the ocean
and I see pockets of plastic black float in oily hues.
You drink the poison in your waters and you turn into acidic cynics.

Earths mirror is soiled and broken.
It's shattered fragments reflects distorted voices,
that are making love to your inner critics.
Silent whispers slowly mold you into discordant individuals,
with fragmented autonomies as parts but stitched together woven incompleteness.

With your heritage you've denied your weakness.
I grit my teeth as I part with tears of shame.
A loud laugh comes forth from a defiant heart.
A storm dark yet no clouds pass.
Why do you brandish scars with bitter flames?

Unpleasant emptyness
bring me your insanity
and I'll gladly meet it
with total surrender.

Digging for treasures,
dusty pits,
shoveling ashes.
Where the dead lie forgotton.
When I put em there
I didn’t bother with caskets.

Old hollow bones
dead men tell no tales
and I sure as Hell can’t remember
what I did to them that got them here.

I dig and dig and dig
with candle light
past lives, flicker and dance in my shadow.
But I’m not here to watch their past amusements

What am I looking for?
In these vast swathes of grey land.
There are no answers in these Ashy oceans.
Waves of dust, skeletons drowned in pitiful regret.
Their last words lie at the bottom
damning those that dare and listen.
The wind howls without whispers.
There’s only silence that has been shed from life.
Meaningless and unimportant.

I need to think!
I shouldn’t doubt! Not here. Not where I am now.
The answer is right in front of me.
So what am I not seeing?

There’s only barren ash
and buried past.
A grey sky, heavy clouds of black thoughts.
I got a parched throat and no water.

I take a deep breath.
And the answer is right there
in front of me.

I stand up. I know what I need to do
to turn this place into Fertile land.

This world has gone silent.
Not dark, but silent.
This world has lost it's voice.
It still talks and chats.
But it can not speak.
This world is deaf.
It can still hear.
But it can not listen.
This world is blind.
It can still look and gaze.
But it can not see.
This world can not think.
For it has an abundance of thoughts.
This world can not give answers.
Because we ask no questions.
This world can not ask questions.
Because we get false answers.
This world has no beauty.
It is naked and barren.
Scarred and empty.

This world holds people.
Who can see and listen.
This world holds people.
Who can speak
without uttering a single word.
This world holds people.
Who can touch your heart.
This world holds people.
Who can fight and strive.
This world holds people.
Who love.
Therefore we are always victorious.

When I don't give a **** then I ain't fair.

It doesn't matter where you are,
It doesn't matter where you hide,
I will always find you
and I will save you
No matter how many times.

Defiance will risk its entire existence for its own survival.

Let's not forget that we are flesh and bones.
Stillness eternal, smiling, in a storm of chaos.
Unbothered like the icy stare of eternal death.
Reflected in the blooming iris of life.
The pupil dilates and contracts
and the moments in between breaths.
We remember who we are.

Serene views..
Way past curfew
Lucas Arruda
and the sweet
sound of the waves
softly landing ashore
fusing with the music
and landscape
relaxing the space

A cool breeze cruises  through
like soft emotions moving you
the gentle rustling of the leaves
providing a complete symphony
the Palms sway in harmony
with the waves on the beach

The soft whisper of burning wood and fire
Shadows bobbing on the sand
and the stars flickering light
bring a marvelous sight
the arm of the milky way
opening a view, seen far and wide
It's my blueprint of the world
but still it is a raw design

A circle inside a square
depth through silent prayer
a spectator keeping an eye on mind affairs

My thoughts rain, winds howl and scream
but I'm in peace, when I'm asleep
who else can I be but dreams?

Within my hands I've caught a glimmer of the ocean.
Rainbows of light made from a rising sunset.
I spread my roots and grow,
fertile soil is giving me some space
before it's genuine and deep embrace.

A twilight forms from out my feelings.
A brushstroke of sadness that
carries deep commitment
painted as light through black,
from past to present.
My darker hues
stand so proud and true
with uniforms and ancient medals.
Broken boots and blown out helmets.

They remind me of myself
And I realize that you are my reflection

and the one on an inward journey
is the observant you.

I peel layers off of me
bit by bit, flake by flake,
thought by thought.
Deeper.
Until blood drips.
Wounds fester.
Tears flow.
Salt burns.
I peel.
I dig. I struggle. I lose.
I dive.
Deeper.
I doubt. I fear. I crave. I long.
I need.
Deeper.
I reject. I loathe. I hate. I forgot.
I despise.
Deeper.
I run. I Lie. I manipulate. I escape.
I cry.
Deeper.
I obsess. I regret. I confess.
I detest.
Existing.

Deeper.
It's empty. There's space.
Room to breathe. I'm there
A presence.
I understand. I fill the space
I have with me and stretch.
There's room to grow. I plant a happy tree. A seed. A present.
I dug so deep, in the soil of me to plant a seed that lasts forever.

These are the sounds of the Harp,
Life strings from a mind dark,
to a light laugh, it defines sharp.

So surviving in these times are hard
for a kind heart.
I live life like the tides are
so I turn of the lights fast,
need to be blind, lost
stray with my mind far..

To shut out the pain of day and celebrate the nights march
then you'll see that my smiles are..
Nothing but a fine mask
master this craft that is life, it defines art.

So I ask myself where the signs are..

There are demons in my minds past
so what you find in my eyes; loss
lost like the tides are

There are times where i couldn't see love
in a light year, trying to find balance
yet you can't escape the strife there

So I stood in this light
yet all I did was find fear
but self love is right here

in facing the light of day
the rays of light
within the fear of living in your righteous way
It's tough finding Angels in what I have to face today

A hard rhythm from the strings of a smiling harp
giving me a tiny break but do i want to fight today?
So I escape from these rays
Now life making punches on my second name
Didn't know it was a ******* feint,
Shoulda fought instead of trying to catch a break
I'm tired man so let me have some rest today
or are you trying to catch a case?
you looking like a kid
making haste the way you reaching for a hit on that second base

So even if I'm walking through a cliff or a mountain range
I won't stray through mist or the morning haze
So what you give is a night dark
but will find light in a smile lost
life's strings play straight from the harp
I survive with a kind heart

I
feel
without
myself.

When I’m under the shower.
I got that helicopter view!

Empty

I witness my focus jolting to a thought
splitting off into my subconcious,
towards different places in time and  memory
and it's coming back with pieces of a puzzle,
painting an invisible picture
that I can somehow grasp.

Conciousness is a multidimensional canvas.

Beating strong.