The Effort of the Moment

The Effort of the Moment

What did you do all your life?

What have you achieved?

Whom did you serve

Really some well?

Are you happy?

Are you lonesome?

On your way to heaven?

Or just straightaway to hell?

Does it really serve you right to suffer?

Does it really serve you right to be all alone?

Some may probably or definitely think so, "yeah"

Some may "karma-rize" it firsthand to each their own

Does it make any sense right now, in the end or after all?

When all that remains is a living body in an isolated room?

Does a soul sell out itself, betraying its values or principles?

Does tomorrow really becomes yesterday, "now-er", soon?

Who did you become, in your worst moments?

Who did you become in your worst despair?

Who did you do the worst punishment?

Who did you do best and did spare?

Are you aware of the light?

That travels as fast as

It used to do?

The effort 

Of that moment

Bringing you through?

Does it serve you right to suffer?

Does it serve you right to be all alone?

Does it serve anyone such self-abasement?

Does it walk abroad or does it walk you home?

When the hurt is over the sun is smiling along

When the hurt is over silence charms the air

All darkness invites the lights to sparkle

All lightness leads to tender care 

Call me sentimental

When I "fool_ish"

Rather around

Pet name me!

No matter what

Above all ground

And, to the ground

Oh, really? Right!

Okay, then I let it go

Oh, mighty mourning

Oh. Begone! In a row.

HC_Thiesgen

March 5th, 2018

10:33 PM (GMT +)

Hermaphrodite Seclusion

Hermaphrodite Seclusion

I know who you want me to be at root

I've been there, I've been it, but I am not

I've been there a lot, I've been it very much

It used to be all I have, but it's not all I've got

You say your imagination is fertile, it excites you

So, how is that, when you stick to just what you see

How come you need to distinguish, to define yourself

When all you need, all you want, all leads to being free

You've read a lot, you may know it all

Nonetheless, where's the space to envision

Are you all bottled-up with media, and opinions

Are you nevertheless able to make an own decision

Having my finger on the pulse of the time

Which veins through that, yes, all right to exist

Doesn't make one a weirdo, freak or even nutcase

Just a not ordinary, maybe destined angle to persist

All along the same odd fight between science and creation

All along the question of holding on or eventually letting go

All along the fear of losing, when somebody else could win

All along the unknowingness that leads to what we know

Okay, the mind has separated us, turned bodies apart

Uncoupled the connection and moved on emotions

Disillusioned desires like a "coitus interruptus"

Destroyed or distracted some devotions

Oh, pitiful little poorness, oh lost

Love, or, whatever, affection

How can we find and bind

Old newer satisfaction

Give me your hands

Of unspoiled state

Take heart for it

Gather to gate!

HC_Thiesgen

March 4th, 2018

05:24 PM (GMT +)

Panelada Colorida

Panelada Colorida

Hoje eu lavei os meus cabelos

A maneira como acontece de ser

E percebi que você não estava aqui

Para dar um cheirinho, tocá-los e ver

Ver essa “onda” tal adorável “afro européia"

Que precisa de uma boa mão para ser domada

Que nunca mais foi afetado pelo amor, é mesmo

Ou tem sido amada até demais para ser tal afetada

Qual é o diferente de qualquer maneira?

De ser amado ou de ser afetado, me diga!

Dizendo que ser afetado é ainda o melhor

Sabia que minha pele adorna uma figa?

É uma figa que nasce da pele, e sangue

Cercada por ferida e capturada pela luz

Vivendo uma vida longe desse perdão

Crucificado sem religião neste Cruz

Existe um Deus? Pergunte-me

Pergunta antes de eu morrer

Agora eu nem me importo

Que me importa é viver

Eu posso ser condenado com essas palavras

Mas se há um Deus eu juro não por ele

Mais provável eu sou abençoado

Para pensar o melhor dele

Tivermos, quero você aqui

Para testemunhar a minha vida

A sangrenta e mover meus instintos

Me chamar por que tão sempre querida

Dita algum ritmo para o meu disritmia

E “disritmia” o meu ritmo por prazer

Levante a barra com seu critério

Enfiá-lo em mim, eu e você

Dê-me bem. Dê-me já.

Aquela afectuosa sensação

Ame-me limitado para sempre

Quero esse pássaro na minha mão

Às vezes eu preciso do caos

Para escapar do ordem

E às vezes de ordem

Para descontrolar

Eu não sou tímido

Temo a intimidade

Eu só sei afeição

Não sei amar!

Por natureza, os artistas são

Por vezes inválidos assim

Minha casa é a minha

Câmera obscura.

Minha casa é

Em mim.

HC_Thiesgen

March 3rd, 2018

02:51 PM (MET +)