King of the Hill

It is a giant empty playground
With no playmates to be found
Oh, everyone is so afraid
They grab their nannies and maids!

Cry-babies, watch me sail
As a pirate atop the rail!
Climbing the jungle-bar
Guiding myself by a single star.

Because the sun is shining and we are still young,
So I’d rather go out, play and sing a silly song
than stay locked in my own little mind
Where not even myself I can find!

The world is my playground, it is my sandbox
I might not be the ‘populi’ but I have a ‘vox’!
I only break that which I can repair so,
See my works, ye mighty and despair!

Last Race of the Pariah

“Some days are better than the others”
Cries the mom and the brother.
To sacrifice all that we desire makes no sense
Numbed life is hell, I want it intense!

Excused as we all may be
From our sins – that never belonged to me -
People seek us to explain
“Why can’t you yourself restrain?”

I crawl my way uphill, out of this black hole,
Hoping to come out whole.
Meanwhile nobody is betting on me
Even thought the future they can’t see.

The Young Baroness

She tried to find the exit sign but oh, there was no sign of it, anywhere. She expected to be sure and reassured but oh, it was all for naught. He knew her all too well and, while she might have eluded others, he could see right through her veiled secrets. She was so tired of never letting go, it had been a long year since she had last put her head on the pillows to actually get some sleep.

She wondered if he was just a hallucination caused by the lack of sleep but again, she knew it was for naught because he was all too real. She screamed and ran trying to get out but there was nowhere to go – trapped in a daydream inside her own mind, alone with him.

Lord listen to love, she is losing life, the alliteration of all the things she won’t, wouldn’t and didn’t.
She won’t listen, she wouldn’t love and she didn’t live. And for this we are all forever afflicted.

Burn Alive

The rain poured from the skies, the grass once dry was now drowning in irony. The Dark Horseman came riding towards the Widow, climbing down from his mount only to bow before her in a quick and formal manner. He stood up and looked straight into her eyes and, without faltering, said:

-I made a promise to come back here today, so, you see, I had to come back here. Today, not a day later.

-But that was a promise you made when we were just kids, surely you mustn’t hold onto it.

-I know what you are going to say, I see the ring in your hand, I know what happened. But I… I made a promise and even if I fail, I will not be the one to break it.

-… Why so much commitment to words you ushered so long ago?

-Because… man have grow to learn that words have no meaning, that love is merely a game of deception and that the truth is best kept safe fully hidden. They have masked their actions while belittling those of us who keep our words. There was a time when a man’s word was proof enough but now… people know words dissipate into thin air and that memories become hazy with time. The only thing they fail to realize is that… my dear… we are only as eternal as we last.

-But… are you sure?

-As sure as one can be.

They kissed, a tender kiss that had waited aeons to happen. And it was only that, a kiss. They knew they would never see each other again. He would die in the war, she would die within the motherland. They were never to see each other ever again, he was never to smell her sweet perfume nor would she ever slide her hand on the back of his neck.
This was goodbye and yet… they didn’t cry, it was raining so much… That it seemed a waste that the last thing they would ever do together would be crying.
They died with that kiss still on their lips and even if the story goes about unheard and untold… that moment, that face of human reality – It was there. And I’ll never forget as long as I last.

Childhood Warden

Wear your mother’s lucky charm,
There is fault even if there is no harm.
Screening away superstitions,
Timeless premonitions.

You believe in ghosts,
Spirits and hosts,
But you don’t believe in me,
That is your right, you are free.

Traveling demons and spitting giants,
Empty kingdoms of father tyrants
- I’d break that which chains
And free what remains.

A mother’s charm!
Father won’t harm,
Sleep away, slip away…
To keep monsters at bay.

I did the best I could
and even more I would
If you believed in me,
You’d set yourself free.

Ride of the Valkyries

Look up and he cries
“Death upon you!”
For they were lies
The things you’ve sworn true!

And so they come from the sky
Dark wings make shadows fly
As they pick and choose
Who is to come loose.

Valkyries ride the night,
“-There must be a way out!
-There isn’t. The end is nigh.”

They ride the hills, they ride the valleys,
A fell swoop and down go the galleys.
As the television alone speaks…
Of death the room reeks.
All gone.
And so are you.

Simplicity

An unspoken character I am
And if I were a lier, I’d tell ya my name is Sam.
But I’m not Joe to do silly games,
So I say, Beau is one of my many names.

So I say, there is no point to waste
Time, time in disgrace.
No waste to time the time we are wasting,
Dear grace, we are disgracing.

To love for a lifetime
Is not enough.
To hate for a dime
Is too tough!

There is no waste to point
Oh dear, crazy myself I appoint,
And even if the rabbit hole caves in
Time never runs thin.

To love for a dime
Is not enough
Wait that is all wrong
The Queen, beheaded my song.
Entangled in cards with games
Croquet birds, flat dames.

Life is free but it ain’t cheap
You can have it if it you can keep
Safe and sound
To the morrow and around.

How to Create the Holocaust

Another night ridden with insomnia, another dream that tells fantastic tales.
It showed me the terror under the roof I lived, with maggots coming through the floorboards on a house that knows no affection, a house nobody wants. A house so consumed by an amoral pest that it had to be shutdown, closed forever, leaving my guardian dog inside, on his own. I cried for him but I still walked away. I heard him bark and snarl. But I just… walked away, waiting for the cars to clear the path on the crossroads so that I could walk away.
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A Dream I just Had – Literally

I remember a camp, seemed like it belonged to the army – but not a regular division. We were young in there, we were nothing but teenagers, ours worries and our hearts did not lay with the training we were given. We were tasked to perform maneuvers with perfection, quite a few of us however would coreograph artsy dances and present it to our capitan, a stocky middle age lady who I’ve almost never seen smile. In the yard were we performed, there were a few buildings grouped together, almost an army-slum. There was a japanese man in one of them whom I’ve met – he was blind and while I can’t recall the exact reason, which is as odd as it can be, given the impact he had on my life, I knew that simply being near him saddened me a great deal. That man had experienced great losses and still lived, somehow I felt shame of myself for how I dealed with things.
There was a woman who lived in the nested building, she had curly hair and seemed to be in her mid twenties, maybe her thirties. She was pretty but had also suffered a great deal.
One day I was talking with the blind man about things of the world and she came to us and gave him a doll, a memóir from her childhood.
Like a knife cutting through my heart and making me tremble, my eyes filled with tears. The blind man touched the doll’s face, saying it was a pretty doll… he turns to her and asks “But what is this on her face?”
Tears.
Who had made a doll with tears? I don’t know, but by now my own tears rolled down my face. I had to get out, I had to not go through both of these.
I made a run for it – and became a deserter.

I wasn’t alone in my escape, a close friend, a special lady, joined with me – she knew how to give me new life and… I’ll be honest, I have no idea why she would do that, go to so many great lengths and sacrifice her own life for mine… but I was glad. Glad to have someone nearby, to be able to fall asleep in the car knowing that I would wake up to find her still there. It was as bittersweet as it could have been.

As we travelled, I remembered of events of the past as if they were happening right now – silly things, like trying to get someone a present… I remember going into a store, seeing things with a huge discount and phoning home, it was up to 90% off. I relived playing with friends – but it felt very lonely. I remembered an event that seemed important, the reason for me being a desertor… we were invited into a radio station, me, my folks and others. I was scoffed by the people there though as a mere ‘spectator’ and that I shouldn’t speak. I was angry, but more than that I was saddened – why did I keep getting that feeling that I simply don’t belong? I remember exiting the radio station and entering a shack in which I once studied. Took a look at the work laying there, grades were better than mine. I opened it only to film mind blowing drawings, strong reds and dark ink, just how I like it. It was a noir tale too. The characters are now vague figures in my imagination, but I’ll never forget the colors…

As we went from town to town, we discovered that every plan has flaws. We made a stop – a final stop, with this car at least. We ditched it in a parking lot, I took off my military helmet, finally rid of it, broke a piece of it a nibbled, as if chewing bubblegum. We walked the ramp out of that parking lot, avoiding the cameras. As we walked, we reached a side-door in an immense building, we heard incoming voices and panicked, pressing the doorbell button. As quickly as we pressed, we were taken inside – not in a hostile manner, but as if applicants for jobs. We were asked for different names than our birth-given ones and we nodded, those would be our new names then. We took an elevator with the two man who made us panick in the first place. Upon reaching the floor, we saw what apparently was an industry all by itself, making metallic parts, welding and all things concerned. I applied for a job as a welder, having had some former practice and knowing the geist, I could probably get through it. The place had an open-sky… I remember she hugged me, clutching her legs around mine as I spined her in the air – I’ll never forget her smile.
A young and very cute lady came to talk to me about the welder job, asking if I was there just passing by or to stay…
Turns out that place was more of a community than an industry. Things were not perfect, we would see giant rims and tubes, people pass on by train tracks – but damn it… it was better than the military – it felt like, more or less, I belonged.