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.