The people are talking
Of starry glory and the end of the earth
Nuclear war and global warming
And subjugating another lump of dirt

What would be my point when I’m all said and done
I ponder aloud to the void within me
Perhaps or not my causes and works survive after I have gone
That they may show the lucky ones how to live and be

How to conduct a foolish search for meaning
Not for the wealth, power and fame
But that in the lights you connect honestly to your being
And not construe this adventure to be just a game

It is alchemical magic
This message i’m passing on the telephone
It’s the desperate tactic
Of a soul walking in this world alone

The karma police is knocking
It’s only kids playing with toys
People just enjoy talking
Sometimes it’s sweet music, other times it’s noise.

Serpentine love that she couldn’t touch
Distracted in a boundless ocean of too much
I’m paralyzed by the glow on her perfect body
Too bad to her I’m just a nobody

Confused in messagings of friendship
Are warring demons of our own making
Forcing activity between wrong and right
Transcendence and damnation, in attempts to bring forth a light

Close to Bedrock
We find the meaning: love
Surrounded by hurt
And this broken heart can hear you

The cup hands drip
Asking the spilled bits to flow
As a river in order to reach you
And become a wave that lifts you
Up into the cloud cover above
From a stream of limitless love

I keep breaking into prose
So I must cut before I begin
I ask the sprite to cast a pose
And my mind of what it means

The demons about hold no powers
Capable of altering this course
To be seen from it’s fruits and flowers
Beauty survives the darkness of loss

Raise a light, for I am weary in this sea
Waves slapping and weathering rock
Chipping away at the soul that makes me
And the heart I thought was safe in lock

To sweep away the ashes
And begin anew from detritus
Well, at least it’s not all over, this farce
Between the world before and the next
Unaware of who we ask to save us

I tried to write a letter to you
describing my lost faith
in attempt of being a better man

I asked god to forgive these sins
brazenly committed to it’s face
against it, but mostly against you

The birds sing aloud
what the winds already whispered to me
yet they punish my iniquity with love

’Tis my head that weighs heavy
with knowledge from many years
release, for me, would be a relief my dear

Hold me steady
because I don’t know how
I can remain on the straight and narrow

‘I’m struggling to find home in my skin’
may be the only coherent phrase
you will get out of me today

Anoint me
that I may recover my roadmap
fill me with hope for tomorrow

Put your fingers through my hair
like my mother did when I was younger
if you bring the joy, I can unearth love

And we will both shine
both your face and mine
brilliantly in the light and darkness

Perhaps you were the revelation
from a deity I struggle to know
but I don’t want to kill you too

Brilhantina pro cabelo

– Always yours,
Auguste J. Baudelaire