Noite

Noite quente; noite fria

Doce solidão, minha agonia
Que me inspira e me enterra
Num túmulo de pedra
Rara, bela, esmeralda
Verde, brilhante, fria
Banhada em jóias como faraó
Em ricas pirâmides sem vida

Noite de tímidos desejos
Vontades mortas pelo medo
Que se despertam e se revelam
Numa noite rica e bela

Noite de temporal e ventania
Que desarma minha alma
E ilumina minha mente
Dando rumo a sonhos
Propósito ao coração
Que batia calado, cansado
Sem motivo nem razão

Noite acesa que me queima
Consome e guia
A contente nostalgia
Solidão, minha rodovia
Que me leva a entender
Os caminhos percorridos
Pelos ventos do prazer

Noite que me faz perder
Toda esperança do normal
Noite que me queima a alma
E enlouquece o querer
(A humilde vontade de te ter)

Noite fria que maltrata
Meus pés gelados, enrugados
Tremendo de prazer
Pelo amor que me resta ter

Noite sem vergonha
Revela-se nua para mim
Mostra sua cara de sonhos
E abandonos sem fim

Noite que me leva ao delírio
De querer tudo e não poder
Noite de velas e orações
Para Erato e Euterpe
Que me ajudam a compor
Essas linhas embaralhadas
Sem sentido ou pudor

Noite bela de ilusões
Que aquece meu espírito
E dá vida a solidão
Que enterrei ao viajar
Pro outro lado do mundo

Longe dos teus olhos azuis
Aonde me perco e me acho
Numa insanidade profunda
Que mata a mulher
E ressuscita o poeta

Noite de fadas e dragões
Lutando pelo mesmo amor
Único e eterno, lúcido e cego
De muitos nomes e razões
Mas de um só coração

Noite crua que me enoja
Pois me faz olhar pra dentro
(Dentro da imagem no espelho)
Dentro dos meus olhos cor de mel
(Cheios de desejos)
Desejos que deixo pra trás
Pois me perco se abraço
Daquilo que quero
Pois sempre quero mais

Noite de querer e não poder
De deixar um gosto amargo
Nos lábios das ninfas egoístas
Que de tudo querem mais

Noite de inverno seco
De chuva ácida
Que queima a pele de desejo
Com seu sabor doce e amargo
Combinação única, perfeita
Torno-me viciada

Noite de loucos amores
Noite de poesia
Que me mata e me inspira
Amar e escrever loucuras

A.M

Day Slave

Oh day, my day, the only day I know
Oh, morning, you have no mercy
Waking me so abruptly
With no regard of how I slept or if I slept at all
Or if my body`s tired, battered, sore
You come in, casting your light
Burning my eyes with sunshine
Always making me seem displeased
With your presence--arriving so early
Always making me look grumpy and lazy
While others around anticipate your coming
Rejoice with fresh brewed coffee and crispy French bread-
That went into the oven at 4a.m
Right when I was beginning to fall asleep
After tossing and turning for hours, restlessly
Or having gotten up once, twice, three times
To add lines to a poem I`m working on
Oh, day, fierce, powerful, holy, Godly (some might say)
How can I fight you—you always arrive whether I’m ready or not
A 9 to 5 soul might not understand my disdain, my fear of day
But a self consuming Poet knows my battle with mornings
A shameless insomniac-
The dark night is my hiding place (my escape)
While the day is a reality show I never signed to be a part of
Good days seldom come, scarce memories of pleasant mornings
Too few to change my attitude, to give me fortitude
It`s usually just a sticky bog where everywhere I step I get stuck
With ghosts pulling at my feet-
Wanting me to live their lives for them
And so I prefer the night, where the creatures are out in plain view
With their names displayed in name tags or in books-
On dusty shelves in public libraries
Or in the paranormal section at Amazon-
Their identities exposed for everyone to see
Seek, address them or hide in fear
The creatures of night don`t hide in the light as day monsters do-
Do-gooders running around, granting favors to friends and strangers
While their parents rot in nursing homes
And their kids scream in locked closets-
Where I can`t see them but only feel their agony
And hear their desperate pleas
Oh, day, of creating, building living space
Or destroying to build parking space
Day of creating solutions to problems we made yesterday
Oh, day, of new dates, couple meetings-
Cheating, leaving and heartbreak
Oh, day, of work, of hard labor-
Of stress, of wasting health to buy health products-
Protein shakes, exercise equipment, gym memberships, vitamins
Day of working to buy and buy and buy…
A new home, a new car, a new phone, a new bride…
Oh, day, of building-
Of stacking brick on top of brick to build a happy life
Oh, day, I know nothing about
The day I know is invasive, pervasive
Always catching me by surprise--
Giving start to a routine I was not made to adapt
The day that comes in and destroys everything I`ve built at night
The day that picks me up by my feet, flips me upside down
And shakes everything I stand for out!
The day that comes and takes the peace-
I struggled to create the previous evening
And revives the ghosts I slay with the help of friends and sanity
This is the day I know-
The day that commands my nature and contradicts my heart
This is the day I know-
The day that enslaves my soul and makes me work purposelessly
The day that distracts me from my purpose; passion; poetry

A.M