I live in the present
In the moment
I live on the walls of the temple I worship at
I live in the fabric of time
In the space where reality and dreamscape intertwine to birth a possible future
I live in the wake of yesterday and the shadow of tomorrow
In the here and now
I live
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
It
I have faith that it is here
It is somewhere, it is near
I will find it
Destiny
I have faith
Trust
So many lives to get here
But I am on the verge of change now
My eyes are open
My mind is awake
For the first time,
I have faith
I trust
I am near it
It is somewhere, it is near
I will find it
Destiny
I have faith
Trust
So many lives to get here
But I am on the verge of change now
My eyes are open
My mind is awake
For the first time,
I have faith
I trust
I am near it
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Naked
I want to be naked with you
Peel off the layers of my skin
Let my fears ooze from my bones
Let my demons dance free to the drums of your heart
Shout my secrets in your ear
Place my dreams in the palm of your hand
Because only you and you alone
Can fix all the wrong
Peel off the layers of my skin
Let my fears ooze from my bones
Let my demons dance free to the drums of your heart
Shout my secrets in your ear
Place my dreams in the palm of your hand
Because only you and you alone
Can fix all the wrong
Beyond this place
Beyond this place
There is a time I called you 'my love'
A dream when I kissed your shoulder
And whispered in your ear
I want to know all of you
Every curve, every lock of hair, every freckle, every thought
But now standing at the edge of forever
Not even your name sounds familiar
And I know nothing at all
There is a time I called you 'my love'
A dream when I kissed your shoulder
And whispered in your ear
I want to know all of you
Every curve, every lock of hair, every freckle, every thought
But now standing at the edge of forever
Not even your name sounds familiar
And I know nothing at all
Monday, April 7, 2014
Afraid
I'm afraid of heights
I'm afraid of the dark and horror flicks
I'm afraid of global warming and genetically engineered produce
I'm afraid of flying through a thunderstorm, of earthquakes and hurricanes
I'm afraid of bats and tarantulas
I'm afraid of every sunrise and every sunset
And the lost days in between
But most of all
I'm afraid of turning my head and realizing you were never here.
I'm afraid of the dark and horror flicks
I'm afraid of global warming and genetically engineered produce
I'm afraid of flying through a thunderstorm, of earthquakes and hurricanes
I'm afraid of bats and tarantulas
I'm afraid of every sunrise and every sunset
And the lost days in between
But most of all
I'm afraid of turning my head and realizing you were never here.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
You
I want to crawl and hide in a place deep, dark inside of you
I will give you light for shadow
Thought for silence
Call off the search for miracles
You are the miracle
You willed yourself into existence
A single cell, a body, a soul
You can will existence into you
A planet, a galaxy, a universe
You are made of everything that is and was
Alive in awareness
Pulsating with self-doubt, intelligence and this thing called love
A spec of life spinning around the sun
A one hundredth of a second tick tocking in time
So powerful in your uniqueness
So weak in your solitude
I crawl into your arms
Looking for a home.
I will give you light for shadow
Thought for silence
Call off the search for miracles
You are the miracle
You willed yourself into existence
A single cell, a body, a soul
You can will existence into you
A planet, a galaxy, a universe
You are made of everything that is and was
Alive in awareness
Pulsating with self-doubt, intelligence and this thing called love
A spec of life spinning around the sun
A one hundredth of a second tick tocking in time
So powerful in your uniqueness
So weak in your solitude
I crawl into your arms
Looking for a home.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Eternal Poets
"The path I've
chosen is the path of love. It doesn't matter the pain, the suffering
and the disappointments I'll have to face. I chose to be true. In my
path, the embrace is tight, the handshake is sincere. So don't judge
strange the way I smile at you and wish you all that is good. I am that
person who believes in what is good, who lives in what is good, who
aches for what is good. This is how I see life and this is the only way I
believe life is worth living." Clarice Lispector
Thursday, March 20, 2014
By Christopher Poindexter
"And in the end,
We're all just humans,
Drunk on the idea that love,
only love,
Could heal our brokenness."
We're all just humans,
Drunk on the idea that love,
only love,
Could heal our brokenness."
Friday, March 14, 2014
I Am
I am broken
But I am whole
I am paralyzed
But when I fall,
I leap
I am scared
But I am the bravest
I am lost
But I can see the road ahead of me
I am good and bad
Simple and complicated
Angel and evil
I am a woman with male energy
I am a man with a feminine side
I am forever and absolute
Unique and infinite
I am an empty vessel for the pain I cherish
Because without it I have nothing to express
No words to trap on the blank page
I long for happiness
And longing is more than enough
It is plenty
But I am whole
I am paralyzed
But when I fall,
I leap
I am scared
But I am the bravest
I am lost
But I can see the road ahead of me
I am good and bad
Simple and complicated
Angel and evil
I am a woman with male energy
I am a man with a feminine side
I am forever and absolute
Unique and infinite
I am an empty vessel for the pain I cherish
Because without it I have nothing to express
No words to trap on the blank page
I long for happiness
And longing is more than enough
It is plenty
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Perdida
Era uma vez uma garota perdida.
Ela vivia num lugar entre as nuvens e a terra.
E seus pés nunca tocavam o chão
Ela respirava em vez de ar, solidão
Ela se alimentava, não de comida, mas de decepção.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Happy Birthday Dad
Happy
Birthday dad. I was watching Gravity and thought, “I have to tell dad
to watch this film, he’s gonna love it!!!” It took a couple of seconds
before I thought, oh… Even after all this time, this still happens every
once in a while. Like when you first wake up from a dream and it takes a
minute to realize you’re awake. I love these moments because in these
split seconds I believe you’re still here
and I am happy. But I have to keep struggling to be this happy outside
of these moments because that's what you'd have wanted. And what I’ve
been discovering is that leading the kind of life you would have led,
behaving the way you would have behaved, treating the people around me
the way you would have treated them gets me pretty close to that goal.
You are still the best man I have ever known. You are still, and will
always be, the standard to which I hold myself and everyone else around
me. So when I say to someone, “you remind me of my dad,” I can only hope
they understand how huge a compliment that is... Bette Midler sang
“Wind Beneath My Wings” at the Oscars last weekend -- she followed the
theme song from "Somewhere in Time," one of our favorites and one of our
favorite movies we never got tired of watching together over and over
again -- It may be a cheesy sappy song but it has always made me think
of you. I wish we had danced it at my wedding. That was going to be my
surprise for you. I wish I had told you that. And this is why I cried
Sunday night. Because I miss you and all the future moments we’re not
going to have together. “It may have appeared to go unnoticed but I’ve
got it all here in my heart…” please know I'm okay with the pain. I'm
okay with missing you. I'd gladly take a lifetime of pain for any of the
seconds we had together and as long as I think and talk and write about
you, you will always be here sitting next to me watching Gravity. So
RIP dad and Happy Birthday
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Arquiteto de Sonhos
Arquiteto de sonhos
Arquiteto de cidades não construídas e nunca sequer sonhadas
Brasília imaginada
Pela cabeça comunista
Desenhada com a mão firme de artista
Artista garoto
Que usa o dedo para desenhar no ar
Artista amante
Apaixonado por cada linha
Debruçado na sua prancheta
Como se debruça no corpo macio de uma linda e nua mulher
Artista sonhador
Sonhando um mundo só seu
Um mundo de belas curvas
Curvas verdes e amarelas
Um mundo aonde arte, poesia e arquitetura
Formam uma trindade utópica
Artista, poeta, arquiteto
Com a sua visão
Ergueu a capital nacional
E foi mudando pouco a pouco
Sonho a sonho
Linha a linha
Curva a curva
Predio a predio
A paisagem de todo um pais.
Arquiteto de cidades não construídas e nunca sequer sonhadas
Brasília imaginada
Pela cabeça comunista
Desenhada com a mão firme de artista
Artista garoto
Que usa o dedo para desenhar no ar
Artista amante
Apaixonado por cada linha
Debruçado na sua prancheta
Como se debruça no corpo macio de uma linda e nua mulher
Artista sonhador
Sonhando um mundo só seu
Um mundo de belas curvas
Curvas verdes e amarelas
Um mundo aonde arte, poesia e arquitetura
Formam uma trindade utópica
Artista, poeta, arquiteto
Com a sua visão
Ergueu a capital nacional
E foi mudando pouco a pouco
Sonho a sonho
Linha a linha
Curva a curva
Predio a predio
A paisagem de todo um pais.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
A Vida
O dificil da vida é vive-la acordada
De olhos e mente abertas
Enxergando não só os passos dados a frente
Mas também os rastros deixados para trás
Executando com todo ato
A intenção de cada palavra
Aprendendo a perdoar a si próprio e assim aos outros também
Aceitando que cada fracasso traz a consigo a oportunidade de uma futura e grande vitória.
De olhos e mente abertas
Enxergando não só os passos dados a frente
Mas também os rastros deixados para trás
Executando com todo ato
A intenção de cada palavra
Aprendendo a perdoar a si próprio e assim aos outros também
Aceitando que cada fracasso traz a consigo a oportunidade de uma futura e grande vitória.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Ser Forte
Ser forte não quer dizer ser indestrutível
Ser forte não quer dizer fechar o coração para todo e qualquer sentimento.
Ser forte quer dizer saber que chorar não é morrer
Que depois que as lágrimas secam,
Sempre abre um sorriso
Como um arco-íris depois daquela senhora chuva.
Ser forte não quer dizer aguentar o que machuca,
O que te diminui e te deixa pequena
Sem dizer nada
Não quer dizer ficar quando se deve partir
Dizer "Volte" quando se deve dizer adeus
Ser forte quer dizer rejeitar o pouco porque você sabe com certeza absoluta
E fé completa
Que pouco é a mesma coisa que nada
E que sempre vale a pena esperar por tudo.
Ser forte não quer dizer fechar o coração para todo e qualquer sentimento.
Ser forte quer dizer saber que chorar não é morrer
Que depois que as lágrimas secam,
Sempre abre um sorriso
Como um arco-íris depois daquela senhora chuva.
Ser forte não quer dizer aguentar o que machuca,
O que te diminui e te deixa pequena
Sem dizer nada
Não quer dizer ficar quando se deve partir
Dizer "Volte" quando se deve dizer adeus
Ser forte quer dizer rejeitar o pouco porque você sabe com certeza absoluta
E fé completa
Que pouco é a mesma coisa que nada
E que sempre vale a pena esperar por tudo.
Saudade
Saudade.
Saudade da sua mão entre as minhas pernas
Dos seus lábios nos meus lábios
Da sua lingua na minha pele
Dos seus dedos dentro de mim.
Saudade da sua mão entre as minhas pernas
Dos seus lábios nos meus lábios
Da sua lingua na minha pele
Dos seus dedos dentro de mim.
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