The Growing Fibers of Our Connection

No words, no sighs can describe

this virtuous connection of faith,

which forms this indescribable vibe,

a true balance.

And so forth,

no beauty is more beautiful,

no feeling is more righteous

than the fibers that connect

us into the roots of raging waters,

rioting and rebuilding itself

through the water rafts

and washed scraps,

expanding and recreating

strong roots that holds

the offspring of dancing fishes

roots that spread the hope

to wishful wishes.

This unbelievable growth,

is obscure the naked eye

and yet titanic to the awakening soul,

craftily heading upstream into heaven

as we slowly learn to let go.

Disabafo

In God we may believe, finding a hopeful path to the other side. Oceans and skies open my mind in this azure mist horizontal line, and I, lost in the wonders of a somnolent tide let go and let it be. Though I'm ripped by the anger that strikes me inside I melt into a river of sorrow and sigh. It's pure, beautiful by nature's chemistry of love and hate. It's another long lasting moment. It's amor.

Lost zone

Lost in a zone,
and costly stoned
into a wall
feeling so small
and worthless,
afraid of being alone.
Locked in
and mocked by
silly people that
don't know why
I'm here
I'm gone
falling and lost
in a lost zone.

Mysterious Me

Mysterious me.
Whom closes his eyes
and blindly foresees.
A truth, a reason
a need to disagree.
With hunger of love
and thirst to be free.

But why so deeply
and complex must I go?
Lost into myself
far inside a dark tunnel,
waiting for the light to flash.
And how much of me
is my subconscious unknown?
searching for a spark
wishing my mind
to be blown.

What a big fear I have
of not knowing who I am,
unaware of destinations,
and socially puzzled.
What a great realm
of blissful information
trapped in my head
that if only I could understand
would than receive
true guidance.

Maybe the why
is too superficial
Maybe the why
is too rational.
The questions I need
are the ones that can inspire.
A passionate fire
A red rose to bloom.

Thought Vomit

Smile at the world
cuz the world smiles back
and hug all your friend
cuz they also want some love
Just open your eyes
to see that the darkness inside you
is there for a reason.
To contrast enlightenment
to unlock deep secrets

Oh please, just take a deep breath
your running too fast
to climb the next step.
You could easily trip
and rip out the effort applied,
ignore how you've been denied

But hey, aren't we all just a bag of shit?
trying to convince other of what you barely know?
I sure am and that's why I'm saying
you should take it slow.

It's all mysterious
it's all unknown
it makes us curious
and our minds are blown.
It's so pretentious,
deeply self-conscience,
inexplicable,
and very obnoxious

Oh, the love in life
and confusion of emotions
all so common
but so complex

Oddness Complex

We can only grow if we can question.
Dreams and reality cross an intersection.
Life is though complex that only wise can comprehend.
Still the common misbehavior from the unfortunate is to offend.
Misconceptions of denial, lives in lives that lives in bubbles.
It is great when you can smile and can reject depression's rubbles.

Rain

I'm sad for those who's mind is strained by twisted thoughts that no one fought and brains got lost. It's a mystic memory of those who live insanity and see profanity, dying on dust and lying for lust. It's deep how subtle sweet rain can wash away pain that has kept you in flames, it awakens our eyes to allow you to paint the lines of the destiny that melts from the sky.

As Soon As You Enter, You Are pt.1

The hallway extended more than my mind could prevision it. Four white walls, made from fear of death. Touching them would erase all the progress I've accomplished. I could only focus on the door I have never seen, felt, or smelled, or else I would think about too many obstacles that would slow me down. It's incredible how anyone's perception of time can change so dramatically when the mind is set to think of the same thing over and over again. I felt as if I've been in this corridor of sorrow for months. All I could think of was that door, all I knew was that door. The door that supposedly would free me from all mistakes, responsibilities, stress, and anything that would limit me at all. Yea, it sounds like the best thing that could happen to anyone, but it's not easy.

Ok, so right now you are probably really confused and trust me, it's quite confusing for me too. So let me start from the beginning. My name is Dimn Tsi, it's kind of unusual for a name but I've grown to like it. Supposedly it means prophecy or prophet in this little island in the Pacific Ocean called Jarvis. I moved to the Carabean after getting tired of living in this miserable island for twenty years. Since I moved in, I've been working for this bar by the ocean called Celeste Marino as a bartender. Besides working at the C.M. I've been studeing with this shaman that bumped into me one day walking on the streets.

Master Illusion

Jumping heads through your mind
Feeling bad feeling fine.
Walking slowly through the night
Mystery treasures you can find.

Walk into what you can't see
Constellations make you free
No one cares who you are
You might as well just be a star.

Jumping stones to reach the sea
Crooked moans will follow me.
Mushroom homes open my eyes
The world is shown to me as lies.

Please allow me to open you chest
Let the shine release your breath.
Humid fog that blocks your float
Disappearing like a ghost.

Interfering like the most
With indefinite conclusions
In this world there's no soul
Until you meet the master illusion.

Truth

I'd like to express
what may seem to be a lot
but please don't be stressed
Cause what's coming out in words
is what you may call a mess.

I can try to tell the truth
with words crumbling off my teeth
I might shock you,
and lock you in a weird pose
or take your mistake
and replace it with a dark dead rose.

I realize
such fake lies
told to the kids of such hopeful country
And wonder
For how much longer
will the blood of soldiers
rush downstream
which seems to be
a nightmare dream?

For how much longer
will I have to feel
this greedy air
and simply stare
at rich people steal
and don't care
about the wounds that won't heal
on the ones who need
to buy the least,
and their children feed?

Can it really be
that you won't see or know
and grown to disagree
to what's in front of your nose
and I propose to be the truth?

Is it that hard
to pull the card
with the right number or letter
that makes you feel better
about the way you look
and the time you took
to present yourself to the real world?

Can you understand
that an outcast hand
is equally beautiful and warm
than the shitty one
that stands in your arm?

I like to say
that maybe one day
the need for mortality
fear of equality
and escape from reality
will vanish and end.

Peace Out

Where's the respect of this ocean green?
We are in this delusion of delirious dreams.
How much more we'll be washed downstream?
Into the future's frauds evaporated steam.

In this silly situation of unsolved sanity.
Lives this grafted grit called humanity.
Who's not cautious of common nauseous complications
And strive to dive into communal segregation.

Think for a little, it's no riddle or mystery.
It's inside our pride and inside our history.
In this state of mind the human kind won't evolve.
we create the problems that cannot be solved.

It's ridiculous how meticulous someone can be to you
while the sinful world spins and curls shouting dumb pursues.
Plenty of planets you think gyrates in high rates around your head
Are no more than self-centered thoughts, that entered lots of humans instead.

Now just listen, the ideas your missin are in your soul
The hallways of tendencies can always be controlled.
Enjoy the life who lives happier than you allow.
Panacea, Elate, Abidance, Carnal, Embody.

Sweet Crime

You find it kind of funny
I find it kind of cold
You sell yourself for money
And your memory gets sold

But who am I to be telling
someone who has control
Your body and mind are melting
into someone else's soul

You tell me not to worry
And everything is fine
I hold back not to hurry
or to cross over the line.

Sweet crime, sweet crime.
Fall forever, never die.
Sweet crime, sweet crime
Feeling better, feeling high.

The spirits of a stone
Are locked into you
You think your not alone
But your really just a fool

You're standing in a corner
Just waiting for someone
You lost all of you honor
Who will you become?

Sweet crime, sweet crime.
Fall forever, never die.
Sweet crime, sweet crime
Feeling better, feeling high.

Intercection

Try to make sense of unknown tendencies.
Create the faith to dance and enhance your heat.
Beneath your feet lies your home
which takes you to that stone.
Open the mind coconut gently
Find the friendly and taken the with you.

Jump from circle to circle,
bringing you a rain forest waterfall.
Breath under the healing water
Hold the purple ball
Crack it up and transfer the bad and evil
to the peaceful and well.

Surf the swell in tear drops smell.
Come back alive and ask
why survive in a land of hell?

Midnight Rain

Why do I have to see
birds that can't fly?
imprisonment that won't die?

Why can't I be free
and not cry, not bleed
feel warm, thunder storms.

Why do I have to hear
sweet voices stabbing my back?
Sense the lack of love
Fear of liberty
To be above
To be here.

Um Marginal

Eu sou um marginal
Eu sou um marginal
Eu sou um marginal
Eu sou um marginal

Eu sou um marginal
numa uniao que eh disequal
Humano animal
fez uma planta illegal

Eu quero saber porque
voce nao eh.
Eu quero intender
quem eh mulher.

Uma mulher desconhecida
Uma mulher entrometida
Uma mulher sem seu caminho
Uma mulher nasceu do ninho.

Sunset in Neverland

I'd like to unite to
the girl I did not lie to
she's the girl that I won't forget.

I try to, invite her
but yet I don't know why
I haven't approached this sweet need yet

When will the sun bring me brightness to ask her?
Will I gone if someone asks? Asks her faster?
Is this never going to end?
like a sunset in Neverland.
I hold my tears like I was taught to,
and every day is another day to pretend.

My mind is, a crisis,
Blood on my face from my fist
I could change if I insist.

My life is, and creates this
it's just a game of dices
nothing I can change for I'm not God.

Astronauts Don't Always Have Someone to Miss

I sit here with my guitar
and realized I haven't gone that far
for I m only a couple thousand stars
away from you in Mars.

Gently cleaning painless scars
I remember you in my heart
but endless sorrow won't bring you back
I took the devil's heartless slap.

I do not know how I will live like this.
Astronauts sometimes don't ever kiss.
Astronauts don't always someone to miss.
Nothing is going to change how I
got to away so high.

Soon the cosmic nebula
will gift me with a formula
that brings me to the one I love
like pure white flying doves.

My mind is just spacing out
like those so famous astronauts
I travel to so many planets
but I'm sitting in my couch.

The story of a Midevil Translucent Time

Stabbed with spoons and dull knives,
survived the cat with seven cat lives
and after six slow dark blue nights,
became the boy a bright styled knight.
The knight was later responsible and yellow
and soon became a greedy fellow with anger and pride
and his blue horse wrote him a ride
to be more calm and kind
to himself look for, and the young boy find.

So the knight inhaled heaven
looked at his hands and was again seven.
His greedy angry pride was gone,
and the old young boy had reborn.
So the blue mellow horse friend,
flew away when finishing his mission,
flew away to never land, with no permission.

And the wise cat with six lives left
chose again the eight fold path.
One day again the cat will return
but when that day comes, is none of your concern.

Garota Futuristica

Galaxia interconetica
Galaxia sibernetica
Anorexia diabetica
A distancia entre nois.

As estrelas trazem memorias
da nossa infacia, de nossas estorias
Voce esta tao distante que eh um espaco
intergalatico desturbante

Cade a minha alienigina
Da onde ela origina
Sera que estou bem perto dela?
Olho pro ceu da minha janela.
Cade a minha extraterrestre
Milhoes de estrelas para o leste?
Sera que ela esta perto de mim?
Sera que vai ser sempre assim?

Espero que um dia ah revejo
Eh tao intenso o meu desejo
A cada dia que eu estou sozinho
Eh mais um dia sem seu beijo.

Counderstanding of Outerglobal Misery

A mind of puzzle where no piece has a flat edge,
and limits are pushed pass the ledge.
Waves of light transmit dark and bright
Excitement recreate sparks of light

Domestication of wild boys and girls
is easy for the modernized outsiders,
and easy money for the other worlds
But eventually comes the cyber spiders
to control multiple rebel puddles
of gangrene master riders.
One day the cycle returns
and will burn the hands of writers.

Fruto Delicioso

Imagine o fruto do paraiso
Doce, amargo, azedo, e salgado
O fruto que permanece escondido
O fruto que deixou todos calados
Um fruto presente e desconhecido
Um fruto do futuro e passado.

Morda a citricalizada
de cabeca pra baixo e girando
nao morda a parte errada
porque mudara o caminho que eu ando
Prazer misterioso
inventa o inimaginario
Cria na sua boca cortes gostosos
e abelhas voando no azul de um aquario.

Ride of Paraplegics.

Rainbow taxis
collide into clouds
Dragons and dancing donuts
screaming flammable shouts
Nebula and cosmic dust
where porcelain astronauts
crave for intense lust.

The river of musical notes
simulates a steady bell
With fluting boats.
Somniferous swell
and carnivorous drums
are washed down stream
and tumbled into crumbs.

Spicy pain
and worthless treasures
Deep in Spain,
deep in pleasures.
Freezing hot temperatures
and strong weaknesses remain.
Tomorrow is again
and are stuck in your vain.

Deep Thinking pt.6

It was a new world, a new era. The sky had many stars and the moon had a rainbow ring around it. The boy walked towards the sweet voice. It was sucking him in. He had to clime a huge mountain to reach where the voice was coming from. He sweated and struggled, and got over it. The voice was inside a cave.

"Come in boy." said the voice calling the boy.

The boy entered. It was dark and he couldn't see exactly where the voice originated from.

"I need things to be explained. I need answers. Please help me. What's happening right now? What's real?" questioned the boy anxiously.

"All is happening right now. We are in a fourth dimension you can't see. Where everything is happening at the same time. It's just a matter of opening your mind. What's real? Well, we all have our own realities. We create our own realities. So what may be real for you, might not be to me." answered the voice wisely.

"Than how come I'm in this surreal word? I don't want to be here. I want to be safe and peaceful." told the boy.

"Who said this world is surreal? It's only another reality, and you do want to be here, you want answers for your questions."responded the voice again.

"What am I supposed to do? Am I stuck here for ever?" asked the boy.

"You can only decide what you are going to do, no one else. You can leave any time, but you don't want to. Deep inside you are not satisfied with your answers. I do have a request for you. I am very tired and need some rest. I need you to leave. I can't share my cave, but you should talk to the Tiger. He will guide you."finished the voice.

So the boy left. With no idea on where to go. He was lost again. Searching for the stranger again. He knew the voice was right though. He didn't want to leave this world, only to find the answers. He was hiking in a grass path, with red flowers and yellow butterflies dancing and singing around it. In that world, the day was always sunset, and the night was full of colors. The boy hiked and hiked. He had no need for water. Eventually he collapsed and fell asleep. When he woke up it was all blank. Just white space, no limits. He looked behind and saw a beach, with lots of dolphins. He chose for the dolphins to be there, he also chose to see Tiger.

The Girl From the House Bellow

I went for a walk and found this girl
We stopped, sat, and had a nice talk
Her hair was brown, with candy swirls
She had a nice smile and eyes like pearls
We talked for hours, no time to loose
I liked techno, she liked blues
I was in high school, she was in college
She was three times half my age
We were stuck in the passion cage.
She asked me out I said of course
She took me to her house,
where she had a horse.
I thought it was strange
but I had fun.

The girl from the house bellow
caught me with a hook
she made my desire grow
Her body was great
to give a good look
God only knows
how I found this lady.

Next week we did it again
Our relationship begun
We were stung
by the Cupid arrows
We went horse riding
Some times we were fighting
but our love remained
even though it rained
when we were far away
when the love with us stayed.

Deep Thinking pt.5

The boy woke up. Tessa was laying beside him. She was still sleeping. The boy was still confused from the night before. He walked to the kitchen, got a cup of water, and went out side. Everything looked very peaceful, very serene. It smelled like spring water, or perhaps just purity. He began walking further into the woods. Deeper, and deeper he went. He stopped. Something was wrong. He didn't want to go any further. He stuck his arm out and felt surface, even though there was nothing in from of him. So he followed the surface with his hands walking sideways. It went for miles. The boy wasn't tired. He wanted to know when it ended. But it never did. So he went back to Tessa's house. She was drinking tea.

"I gotta show you something! It's really strange!" told the boy to Tessa.

"Don't worry about it. Just have some tea with me. I missed you when I woke up. I thought you left for good." said Tessa pulling a chair out for the boy to sit.

"There's a very strange surface surrounding us. You have to take a look. I don't think you understand how serious this could be. Please just come with me and I'll show you." explained the boy desperately.

"Just relax ok, everything is just fine. Stay here with me and don't go back there." called Tessa the boy in.

"There's something wrong and I'm going to find out now!."said the boy grabbing a knife.

The boy left the house. Tessa was still drinking her tea. The boy ran. He ran really fast. Eventually he got hit by the invisible, by the surface. He stabbed the the surface several times, making several cuts. Soon there was a whole opening available. Outside there was lots of faces, lots of people, voices all over the place. Out of the thousand voices, one stood out. It was the voice he was looking for the whole time. The voice of wisdom. He was ready to step in but something came to his mind. He didn't know what was real or fake anymore. He was in the edge between reality and illusion, and didn't know which was which. He wanted to know the truth, but didn't know where to find it. Than Tessa showed up.

"What do you think your doing? Were you gonna leave me just like that? I saved your life, gave you a life experience and this is how you treat me?" asked Tessa interrogating the boy.

"You are an illusion. And you did help me. I like you a lot, but I can't live like this. I'm tricking myself so I can feel good, but sooner or later I'm gonna have to live what is happening." told the boy to Tessa.

"Can't you see that the illusion is on the other side? This is your home. I love you. You can't leave me." bagged Tessa.

"I'm sorry, but I've had enough of lies." finalized the boy entering the opening.

The boy felt relieved, but wasn't sure if he made the right decision. He felt as if he was finally free of imprisoned dreaming. He escaped from his own mind, which was taking over his body and his will. Getting into the unknown of the unknown, the boy could only flow like a river, and not think so much of what was happening.

Humanation

I can't decide
where every drop of rain goes
I can't modify destiny
I can't modify if tomorrow snows
I'm just a human being you know
And I can't always have control.
I close my eyes to see what i haven't seen
I close my eyes to go deeper into my dreams

I move off intuition
Humans create demolition
No one believes in superstition,
but believe in yourself,
accomplish your mission.

The equinox of outer worlds
are in your mind.
Don't loose yourself,
it's quite hard to find.
Paper masks, and grey walls.
Open new ideas and make sure not to fall
out of your brain and loud,
where blind mole craw.

Pink phones
Pink stones
Homeless homes
Friendly unknown
Carbonized bone
Carbonized alone
Traffic orange cone
Traffic orange bomb
Somethings remains on their own
Somethings are far away gone.

Inequality of Love

You may think that my life is antagonistic
I do think that yesterday was futuristic
You act like everyone, like other people
But if I take a risk, tomorrow you will call me crippled.

I say your life is always the same.
You say my life makes you really insane
When you're in trouble,
you always have me to blame
But even though I'm not like you,
sometimes I feel a bit of pain.

You fight to get a new apartment.
I fight against our old government
You make sure that I payed all the rent,
and when I rebel you always think I over went.

I try to put ourselves together
but it seems our compatibility is
lighter than feather
I really don't know how we are gonna do
to combine us again,
because I keep my love you.

You like to live more realistic
I like to live a life of mystic
You are hyper perfectionistic
I'm creationism of artistic
You may think
that from me you're way ahead,
but I can promise you,
that tonight we'll sleep in the same bed.

Who I Am

My name is Dominik Sonnenschein.
My mind is a maze,
Created by a God,
it has an unpredictable design.
It's mixed with haze,
It receives blessings from the divine.

My name is Brasil.
I love to write
I love to chill.
My home is Topanga,
way up in the hills.
I'm bilingual
and I'm alive still.

My name is Nick.
I like to fly.
It's all pretty sick.
I don't know why,
but if I like someone,
I'll probably stick to her.
Like paper and glue,
Like me and you.

My name is Nikki.
I don't like that name,
but to minds it's pretty sticky.
Some people are always the same.
Some are pretty hippie.
Some run for fame.
I want the sensation of trippy.

I have many other names.
Many other mes.
Now you have many to blame,
but the heart of life are trees.
I'll always grow my flame.
I'll always believe on what I don't see.

Comprehension

I eat knowledge
I feel strange for hours
It almost seems
my brain itself devours
Picks up new things
from under my mind
Picks up things
that I left behind.

I'm always interested
in a new experience
I'm always interested
in a new appearance.
I'm always down to
what is passing around
I like to find
what has never been found.

People say
I should do my best
I do what I want,
to what they say,
I care much less.
People want to be impressed
but when forcing themselves,
end up getting stressed.

To you, I like to stand by
I feel what was kept inside
because I can only attain wisdom
If I want to be wise.
Sometimes you want more
Sometimes you just ignore,
The presence I give
For you, I live.

Secret

Today you'll hear something
that has already been told
Something very interesting
Something that will never get old.

The secret might surprise you
The secret might scare you
Because to life,
that secret will give you a clue.

Some might understand,
some will raise their hands
others will raise their knives,
when finding the secret to life.

The secret is what you already know
The secret is where you everyday go
The secret is to show love,
and to you, the love will show.

Collaboration

Procreate
So people don't hate
Always state
That there will always be faith

Don't ignore
racial problems and the poor
Please support
So the food can spread to more

Don't preconcept
what you haven't seen or expect
Please accept
that all beings deserve respect

Go outside
and breath the air
Cause the air you breath
is the air we share

You will not survive
If only you, you capitalize
but if otherwise,
shall we together equalize?

Deep Thinking pt.4

It was past 9:03. Tessa was dressing up in a saggy white shirt and baggy beige pants. She was using lots of bracelets and necklaces with peace and love signs on it. She gave a hat with an eagle symbol on, green shorts, and they left on bikes. They went down the dirt drive way and biked for about an hour. Than they stopped at a trail, left their bikes and began hiking. They hiked for hours and the moon was way up above their heads. It was a new moon. The trail was getting denser and denser. The branches were scratching the boys legs. He was dripping blood, but continued. Beats and voices was being heard from the distance. The sound of drums was getting louder every time the boy scratched his leg more. Flames and gloom was increasing and the movement was visible.

As they got close enough, they saw people with masks dancing around three fires holding staffs with a glow on the top of it. Some had a kind of a hood covering their faces and playing drums, others had their eyes covered and singing. Tessa joined and danced with in the ritual. The boy sat near a old man with a mask that had such a long beard that it would reach the ground. The man with the mask had a bowl on his hand and was eating from it. He offered one to the boy. He accepted. The boy felt an urge to dance around the three fires also. He look at Tessa and she had a mask on. After touching his face, the boy realized he also had a mask on. The beat was sinking in his mind. His mind was melting. His mind wasn't the same. The flames were getting bigger and bigger, till the point his whole body was red. Soon, he looked alike with all the others. Tessa was going to a cave and invited the boy in. The cave had purple, green, yellow, and red paintings. The cave was the center of the Earth. Tessa took the boy deeper and deeper in the cave. It was getting really dark. The only guidance for the explorers was a glowing ball. The glowing ball was blue and white, and was far away. Tessa stopped and told the boy he should get to the end of the cave, where the gloom was.

When he reached the ball, he observed that an old monkey was holding a staff with the glowing ball at the top.

"Goooyahsiibbaaa" grudged the monkey.

"Wabduaaaaraa. Comamamannuuuu!" responded the boy

"Young boy, the voice you have been reaching for lies before your eyes" said the wise monkey.

"I don't understand. Nooo nooooo noooooooooooothhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiinggg mmmmaaaaakkkk..." struggled the boy to say.

"Young boy, the voice you have been reaching for lies before your eyes, all you need to do is get it." repeated the wise monkey.

"Be moreeeee spppeeeeciiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffffiiiii..." struggled the boy again.

The boy was being dragged from the cave with immense force. His head was hitting the rocks and paintings. It was half open. He was out of the cave, and Tessa was holding him with a wet white cloth over the top of his head. The boy felt relieved. She put him on her back, but when he looked back, saw the people without the masks. They were monkeys. Tessa brought him to her house and they went to sleep. This night, on the same bed.

Deep Thinking pt.3

He walked for miles and days, till he collapsed. He hadn't had any food,water or rest for hours, only the need to find the mysterious voice. His body could not take it anymore. He passed out and woke up. All was normal, so the boy continued. The sun rise was about to happen. So he ran. For no specific reason. He ran so fast that everything was getting really skinny. Than he stopped, but everything was still moving really fast, and everything was still really skinny. The sun rose up and went down the other side in a few seconds. The boy was getting older as the sun went around the Earth like a car wheel. His hands were getting wrinkly and thin. He was getting taller, then shorter. His hair was getting longer and brighter. His heart stopped beating, and he was dead. Empty dead.
Plain nothing followed by plain nothing. No creations, inventions, colors, sounds, smells, just the nothing.

"Waaaakkkkeee uuuupppp." said someone very slowly.

The boy opened his eyes and was in a room, a blue room. His vision was still blurry, but he knew there was a woman sitting next to him. He rubbed his eyes and saw that the woman was beautiful. She had golden wavy hair, ocean green eyes, a very clever face. Her breast was round and natural, her arms were strong but not muscular. She had a smile that could catch ones eyes and imprison it till she closed her mouth.

"Are you ok?" asked the woman.

The boy was still impressed with the woman's beauty and wasn't sure of what was happening.

"If you need anything just call me. My name is Tessa." told the woman to the boy getting up to leave.

"Wait." said the boy with a scratched voice, " Where am I? And how did I get here?"

"You are in Topanga, California, and.... I found you laying on the middle of the road. I almost ran over you with my bike." said the woman kind of worried.

"O, wow. Well, do you have any food or water? I am really hungry." said the boy thinking about his dream.

They both went to the kitchen, which was made out of bamboo and crystals. She made him some vegetables and organic mango juice, they had a nice meal. He took a nice long shower. The bathroom was all white and had rainbow lamp lights. It was getting late, so he went to sleep, and she went out.

The next morning, he woke up early and found Tessa half naked on the kitchen floor. The boy didn't understand, so he put a cover over her and went outside for a walk. Outside it was all forest, with rabbits and lizards playing. He inhaled the air, and it was pure. He was free of his question for a few seconds. He was free of himself.

"Are you leaving?" asked Tessa putting a robe on and coming out.

"I don't think just yet, if that's ok." Answered the boy with a smile.

" It's perfectly fine. But tonight I'm taking you somewhere." said Tessa going back to the house.

The boy was finally happy, but unaware of what could happen with a unknown stranger.

Beginning of the Future pt.1

So it flew away, into the distance. No belongings, no obligations, only the desire to leave. The creature had no motivation what so ever. It could only fly, because it was built that way.

In 1942, a group of scientist from the IBF were researching a species of birds, Holaphotus biadoras, more commonly know as the Toucan. They had a research lab in the Amazon Forest, where they kept animals and studied them. The scientists had captured five Holaphotus biadoras for experiments. They were first analyzing the habitat and niche of selected specie and were finally read to study them closely. They discovered that the toucans were the only specie of bird with four wings, but the birds beak two off them so they can fly with a better aero dynamics, and also so they can have a more powerful respiratory system.

Later, the scientists began studing the brain of the toucans. They were going to apply a tomography on one of the selected birds. All was getting ready. All was going well. So they turned it on, and something strange happened. They couldn't find any brain waves. They tried it on all five toucans, and non had brain waves. So the scientist applied the x-ray to the crew memebers. It worked on all of them.

The scientist weren't aware of how to explain the phenomenon. They had no choice but to operate a surgery. One of the unfortunate birds had to chosen to open its mind. So they picked one, injected anesthesia and started sawing the poor toucans head. Dr. Julita, the surgeon of the crew, began its job. She was doing fine till someone said, "Stop!" It was Dr. Colton, the tomoghaphist. He tuned the lights off, took the saw from Dr. Julita and began sawing himself, very slowly. The eyes of any human in that room were as open as the ocean. Every time Dr. Colton did a little push on the saw, more light would come out of the toucan's cranium. And before any one knew it, the whole room was illuminated by the bird. Soon the light was so bright the scientists couldn't even look at their own hands. There was a pleasant sound and feeling to it. They where all hypnotized. The smell of humidity from the jungle wasn't present anymore, only the smell of power and purity. Finally, Carlos Jybardiao put a towel over the bird. They were immobilized for about thirty minutes. They were somewhere else but in the same place. Only Carlos Jybardiao, the assistant scientist, native from Brazil, was awere of what was happening.

Factory Brain

Back and forth
up and down
Smoke comes in
With many sounds

Spin, twist
Create, mix
Smoke comes out
with red blood fist

Look away
Look afraid
You were made
to think today

Lick the floor
Lick some more
Lick your face
to enter store

Smell someone
Smell for fun
Smell the bullet
in your brain from guns

Touch your friend
Touch the sea
Use your hand
Use your feet

Sense regain
Sense you're strained
Factory brain
Because that's its name.

Just for You

Just for you
I would dance tango upside down
I would be steady and moving around
I would spell your entire name
without making a sound.

Just for you
I would give up on living,
do the sin that is unforgiving
I would paint the sky in red,
I would walk with my hands instead
I would bring a million girls to my bed

Just for you
I would gather an enormous crowd
And spread them all over town
Just to say, I love you baby and I am proud

Just for you
That's what I'd do

Deep Thinking pt.2

The boy, confused, was silent.

"You, come here." spoke the voice again.

Finally, aware of what was happening he murmured.

"Wha what? Wha what's going on?"

"I see your mind is fuzzy and spacey. You are dazed and confused right now. I need to see you. You are way too out of yourself." said the voice with a mellifluous melodious sound.

The boy felt relaxed, and also warm, though it was late at night with minty wind blowing his soul away.

"I don't understand. Who are you? And how would I get down there anyways? How can I trust you?" questioned the boy getting cold again.

"Boy, boy... Your curiosity is never going to go away that way. You are in search for satisfaction, answers for your questions. I have your answer. I have your future. I have everything you always wanted to know. I have all the wisdom. But I cannot help you if you can't be grateful for the opportunities that lie on your path. If you can't trust me, who can you trust?" continued the voice pursuing the boy with aphrodisiac sounds.

Soon the boy understood that these questions would sting him for eternity. He had no choice but to find a way do get down the hole.

The boy said, "Good bye." and began his journey for the underground. He had no clue on how he would descend from the streets, but he had no clue on what life was about and was still alive, and that's what motivated him to continue searching for the invisible.

Rituals of the Capable.

Thunder cylindrical metal
helps Indian nomads settle
on the red, green, yellow.

Hollow cylindrical wood
changes unfixable mood
makes people feel good.

Cronological cylindrical glass
so fried brains relax
and leaves your worries for last.

Save suffering snowflakes
Monday and Friday.
Open the mind of snakes
Knives cut calibrated clay and
Enhances what night wolfs bake.
So swallow the words you say.

Sol

Supere seus medos
Supere seus desejos
Sinta seus dedos.
Se enche de beijos.
Se afogue em prazer
Seja quem faz algo acontecer.
Saie, ache algo pra fazer.

Olhe para dentro
Ore para os sedentos
Oussa seus pensamentos.
Orgulho eh um disperdicio de tempo
Ondas batem no seu peh
Ondas fazem voce lento.
Outro dia vem, um dia qualquer.

Lave sua maos
Lave sua alma
Lamba um sabao
Lamba sua fralda
La vem voce
La vem a bebada
Largue seu vicio, pare de beber
Louvado eh o inicio
Louvado eh quem numa condicao dessas,
Larga a condicao e aprende a renasce.

Light Dirty Blue Room

Down the thoughts go
Where endless repeated talking is present.
The sound of uncomfortable silent appeals to follow
the voice I don't want to hear or know.
Black imps and drooling brains
makes the energy fall, and burning boats flow.
I step on the white stars of the brown sky
while black holes descend and catch my eyes.
The place I'm in is the after life of unwanted souls.
Questions aren't allowed such as: what, how and why.
Obey the rules, Obey the lie
As time goes backwards, cerebral cells die.

To pouco me fudendo

Nao sei o que a vida eh
Fuma maconha e cantar mulher?
So sei que eu faco o que eu quiser
Passo madrugada, noite, e dia de pe.

Eu tento tudo pra parar de tentar
isso nao me ajuda e nunca vai me ajudar
eu nunca faco nao fazer nada
Moro nas ruas, e essa eh minha casa

Eu penso em naum pensar
falo sem falar, e mudo de lugar
Eu nao quero fazer nada
que se alquem agrada.
Soh quero eh voar.

Nao me pergunta a pergunta respondida
Eu faco cocaina, e estalo uma siringa
Nao me fassa festa de despedida
Entrada pra saida,
pois soh quero uma bebida
Pois maconha eh pra fumar.

Deep Thinking pt.1

What is this? Is this a joke? Is it an illusion? A mystery unsolved? Is it happening? Is it real? Is it meant to be as it is? Who knows....The point is, life does not make sense, and no one will ever fully understand it.

Walking down the street, the boy in the dark night wondered. He didn't know what to do, where to go. The boy, who had a nice family, and a nice house, didn't know what was going on. He froze. Unstable, the boy fell. Fell into deep thought. Thought that he knew could never escape from. He was lonely, but yet felt presence. Presence of the unknown, the unlikely. But suddenly a voice came to his head. He looked around but couldn't find a face. He looked down and saw a hole, and the voice was coming from it.

Bigger Power

A message came to me one day. Almost a miracle. I had been hiking the whole day. Sweat had been falling down my face for hours. Tons of sweat. The higher I got, the cleaner and more pure the air would get. The rocks were getting whiter and whiter every step I took. I looked down and saw the birds flying in circles. I was starting to feel the cold breeze of the clouds as I was getting closer to the top. My feet got heavier and heavier as my breaths get smaller and smaller. After the hike, I was tremendously tired. I was finally on the top of my goal. It was peace. It was serenity. I looked around and found a nice spot to sit. I got comfortable and asked what many humans die wanting to know. I asked "What is the meaning of life?" and sat quiet. I looked around for signs. I opened my ears for sounds. And for some reason a mountain catched my eyes. I was a regular mountain. Equal to any other mountain. But I just couldn't take my eyes off of it. Miraculously, I saw trees getting cut up, or opening up forming symbols. I was not impressed. It was almost as if I knew that was going to happen, but I didn't. The trees finally stopped moving, and I interpreted a message from it. It could have been misinterpreted or misunderstood, but what I got from it was: sex.

Imagination

Quem dera,
um novo mundo,
com dragoes e chimeras.
Com fantasia e liberdade
Anestesia e igualdade.
Um novo mundo,
Sem limitacoes
Nem razo ou profundo,
apenas criacoes.

Esse eh um novo lugar
onde o que voce naum ve,
acredita, pois esta no ar.
Um lugar de esperanca,
Corra, pois aqui, ninguem se cansa
Pois aqui, somos todos crianca.
Fumo ofegante viaja pelos ventos
entra no seu nariz e nos seus pensamentos
Aqui, fome naum existe,
apenas prazer intenso.
As cores majentas,
e bala de chocolate com menta.
De manha eh frio,
mas de noite tudo esquenta.

Pernas naum saum necessarias,
fermento de macumba e rosaria,
Amanha eh hoje,
Que nem ontem e semana passada,
mas que roubada,
Meninos afogam e meninas sufocadas,
A mente prendeu o mestre,
A festa perdeu confete,
O chao cai para um universo paralelo,
Nao existe mais o forte do amarelo,
Eh feio quem um dia era belo.
Armadilha perigosa,
Onde o mais voce escapa,
mais a sua pele fica rosa,
Seus ossos desintegrando,
E os frutos rindo e te estragando.
Um sorriso por enquanto,
Um sorriso pelo outro,
Um sorriso pelo esgoto.

Mysterious Misunderstanding of Miraculous Paths

I go out to parties in search of shiny lips
Some guys likes guys, but i like chicks.
On drugs I spend five or ten bucks,
On beers, two or three red plastic cups.
Some prefer the hups and puffs
Some prefer sex and hugs.
Make sure you buy condoms from the store
Alcohol falls apart,
when little girls ask for more.

People have a hard time finding where to go,
but the right path is all you should know.
It's ok to fall, or even get hurt
If you can stand on your feet
your path is half way cut.
Try not to speed or stop.
Life is fake and love is not
Learn from your mistakes
and you will learn a lot.
The path has no beginning, end or middle
all you see, hear and feel is just part of a riddle.
Money is meaningless,
like hate and sorrow.
Don't wait no more, don't wait for tomorrow.

Wind, wave, wind, wave
strawberry ice cream so kids behave
Wave, wind, wave, wind
A sip of wine and rum so kids spin.

Crazy World

You can ask for help
You might sense another spirit
You can have more than one smell
but everything has its own limits

You can eat my snow
You can feel the heat
You can run so slow
that you forget to use your feet

You can dig a hole
but watch out where you go
Maybe you found what someone stole
Why don't you smoke it in a bowl?

Crazy world, crazy world
Someone is looking for your soul
Crazy world
Why don't you suck, than spit and blow?
Crazy world, crazy world
Watch out for where you step
Crazy world
There are people with collars on their necks

You might have a hard night
You might love at first sight
but you have told me that before
don't give me bullshit anymore

You may think you cool
by walking late night down the street
You can skip your school
but you may fall behind the beat

You can smoke some weed
You can sniff some coce
You may think that's what you need
but you may end up with a stroke

Crazy world, crazy world
I think there's someone on your back
Crazy world
Why don't you lunch instead of snack
Crazy world, Crazy world
I think your half out of control
Crazy world
Why do I see your head explode?

Replica of Hell

As I pass by the gates open
I sense something wrong
but something brings me in.
An old lady comes along
and starts to sing.
Her grumpy voice and drowsy eyes
hypnotizes me.
I walk deeper and deeper
to a place I would never like to be.

The fake pleasing blue.
Wondering folks, from old to new.
Everything is unbeatable.
Items for items from last week.
Pills for your disease make you sleep.
I walk deeper, so deep
I smell the perfume of cleaning chemicals
as sounds of baby tears
travel through my hearing channels.
The place surrounds me for miles
as I receive more pseudo smiles.

From here I must get out
The faster I run, the louder I shout
Finally it rings me a bell.
The end is close
I'm out of the replica of hell.

Enlightment

"What time is it?" asked the kid with huge pupils.

No one answered. Or at least no one knew. The kid continuously tryed to find something to do. But he felt as if he did not belong, no connections with the people surrounding him. Happiness trapped him for it was the only thing that mattered at the moment. In that place, time was irrelevant. Time was useless or misused. The kid kept asking for the time, and people repeatedly didn't answer or either sound could not travel, for there was no time.

Soon, the kid realizes that time was always misinterpreted. And before he knows, he wasn't a kid any more . But neither a man. He was just part of the big scene. He hadn't grown older nor younger. All he had learned was in a packed purple ball, with green electrons floating above it. The individual, who is not a man or a boy focused on the purple ball. He focused so much that it is the only thing present. The ball started moving in circles, but the boy catched it and opens the sphere in half. From that moment all came back to normal, but there was no one around. He searched he house and found all the people gathering and celebrating. Thought they were the same people as before, they were different. They had colors surrounding them. The colors were very happy and healthy. The kid looked at himself in the mirror, but there was no color, only himself. He thought he would be upset, but he had no feelings. He observed that there was a color surrounding him in fact. It was transparency. The kid was pure. The kid was enlightened.

He returned to the room where his companions were. The colors were brighter than ever, and wanted to compound with the kids aura. And soon, the kid became multi-emotional. He had the choice of emotion. He was finally together with others. He was finally one.

Silowet of Sunshine

Colors fall as letters fly
red and green fulfill the ground
as C and M fulfill the sky
Yesterday I was alive
but yet I know
That soon I'll die

Thought was early, ten till nine
You did not know i saw your crime
So give me back what it is mine
Give me the silowet of sunshine

I do agree that life is short
you must enjoy it from south to north
but you must live in the right now
do not look back, go north to south.

Appreciate the rising sun
for it is unique and it is one
and do stare,
because it has only begun.

Nothing matters
and everything needs to expand
Follow the letters,
they'll make you understand
If you work, that'll be fine
but you can fight tonight
and see the silowet of sunshine

Neutralize

Fungi with magical powers
Plants that allow you to trip
Sometimes the whitest flower
Your brain expands till it rips
Takes you to the top of the tower
Where Daedalus and Icarus degraded by bits
Some taste bitter, others sour
Find the one that fits
Just don't sniff no powder

The five dimensional tree
catches my eyes
I'm finally free
Free of lies
The drums are happy
as I do my beat
Right now I'm a lefty
and it's pretty neat
Colors follow others
Pink and Blue
Cushions and covers
I look im the mirror
and ask myself, who?