In my mind I hold the passion panacea for the poison. My bruised and battered body washes up upon the shore sin. Flees from leaking wounds like rate from sinking ships. As I float off to forever with these words upon my lips. No I never asked for nothing and that’s just what I got. As my pride dies before I do as I fall I’m also caught. I wasted many days chasing brightly gleaming streams. As I fold into your presence do I now know what it means. We could get old and talk at the same time when we tell stories. If we let go impossible names rhyme in elegant poetry. But I dabble in everything. It inundates my small town. I refuse the offers extended waiting for God now. I never asked for nothing audible. So when the walls fall down and spin like waterwheels. I’ll pray for something logical. So when we all drown. I can cover bald spots with yarmulkes. Drawn from extradimensional sources like in comic books. Chose your own adventure. I’m obsessing like a drug fiend. Fantasies of actors clandestinely having sex in love scenes. But why not amateurs openly sharing love in sex scenes?. Stand clear while I soak in this treasure trove of a wet dream. I can’t tell what my problem is or even if there is one. Sail the celibacies much sooner than commitment. Escaping minor shake-ups but keep bracing for the big one. To make the choices obvious and save us from decisions. I juggled whimsy in a fire fight. With the inner light of fire flies. Watched dusk go indigo. And blush into a silent night. Birthed an immaculate concept. From a pregnant pause. In the august of my righteousness. Just waiting for the fall. The greater and the small. All for one and one for all. For all those s.o.s’ing we will rise to the call. I’ve bitten the hand that feeds and found myself bleeding. Hereby I’ll only need what I need. But need’ll get me out of my groove. So I move to different tunes. Sunning in warm weather by the light of blistered moons. Thirst statement inundation. Bring the monsoon. Seasoned with the spectacle of people finding tools. Appetite has grown fools. Empire has sown rules. Let’s throw out craving and things with no use. People dropping jewels. Gems cant shine like our light. To air is human. So the sky is our birthright. ------------------. Por Filipe de Menezes =)