"TRANS-ATLANTIC"

 

Iemanja, Iemanja, Iemanja,

Can you hear their dreams

Beyond the Atlantic wave?

Hopes and fears of a reality

Yet to be born, yet to be ripe,

Awaiting collision of hearts & minds.

 

Listen closely, Iemanja, for they

Dream in an alien language,

They laugh and cry in the tongues

Of world-builders, sun-makers,

Universe-shapers.

 

Iemanja, Iemanja, Iemanja,

I speak to you from a now-to-come,

Across the ocean of worlds.

Even from this future-that-is

I can see them drift apart, not

Knowing they speak the same language.

 

Please, Iemanja, guide the current,

Pull these bright souls of ruined

Riptides together once more.

For what is an ocean,

Without a surface to meet it?

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“INVADER FROM PLANET LOVE”

 

B A D U M – B A D U M.

 

Tambourine pulse of beast-romance,

This animal-passion shatters coronary hampers.

Tantric sorcery casts hot-blooded sex visions

Transmitted across infrared wavelengths.

 

B A D U M – B A D U M.

 

Infected with desire-disease,

Insane pheromones stampede along

Iris-bound herds of wildebeest; an

Intimacy of extraterrestrial eyesight.

 

B A D U M – B A D U M.

 

Alpha-lust discharges primal frenzy,

Ancient infatuations devoured, culled for this

Angel unimaginable, my high priestess of

Apocalypse love.

 

B A D U M – B A D U M.

 

Look at me, touch me;

Let us conjoin in endless rapture.

Lie with me, lie in me;

Let us escape this place forever.

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“THE ODD I SEE”

 

Forgotten freighter floats across

Memory frontier, this temporal tempest

Becomes her dressing, designing

Descent into dream-space lazy river.

Coasting on the Collective Unconscious

Arouses internal immune systems,

Intending on interloper eradication.

 

Dragons dwell in redeye recollections,

Spewing arithmetic annihilation of

Uneven odds as Minerva rides

Atop rising aquatic tumult.

Storm-Mind unloads bastard diatribes,

Illegitimate progeny of the Evil Eye.

Water Waifs weep hypno-hymns

While Fem-Demons access

Oedipal perversions of the reptile brain:

Shadow Nymph, Night-Queen, Wire Mommy.

 

She ignores eviscerated bowels in favor

Of approaching the final labor:

These twin terrors of adverse polarity.

Unstoppable, immovable; ready to ravage.

Big bang, black hole; there is no escape.

 

But the odds never mattered to Minerva.

And the frigate floats forward, unrelenting.

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“EXAGGERATED”

 

Mother Mary, please help me.

I think there’s something in my head.

 

Cultures clash

Veins scream inferno

Too much to handle

You would never tire of me

I try to pull your eyes open

Try to give you revelation

Open floodgates, read my mythology

I want you to know what goes on inside my mind

But you can’t, you never can

You will never be ready

There’s nothing left in the cavity

Where my self used to be

Given away too many times

To people who never wanted

Now just the Forever Pit

Now just the Hole In Things

The Piece That Can Never Fit

And I am left with an epitaph

Of reminiscent shades

Of actions and expressions

Que poderia ter sido menos

Exagerado.

 

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I’m sorry, but I can’t understand you.

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“NEVER DOUBT A SERPENT’S CUNNING”

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This ship has been hijacked.

 

When I was a child

Dad came into my room

Fearing that a snake had snuck in

And killed me while I slept.

But there was none to be found.

He was wrong.

 

He did not know

That the snake was still there.

Still here, hiding in my shadow-side

Coming out every so often

To remind me that my heart has

Always been broken beyond repair.

 

Black-skin basilisk

rears hideous head and spits

through malachite fangs

 

MY OWN WORST ENEMY (V.O.)

one day when you sit at your desk

scribbling nonsense into that little black book of yours

i'm going to be right behind you

and i'm going to put my teeth through

the pink matter of your fucking skull

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“OUT OF TUNE”

 

If you say I'm out of tune, my love

Cosmic migraine, vibrational fields

Become dislodged from reality,

Gliding in Limbo’s Over-Space

With no reference point, no anchor.

 

Know that this in me provokes immense pain

I’ve spread myself too thin,

Put on too many faces, voices;

Deafening barrage of competing solos,

I can’t hear my soul screaming.

 

Only the privileged have ears just like you

Seafaring goddess, virgin mistress,

I’m trying to hold on, but my grip…

This ebony well is too much,

I just can’t, I’m not enough…

 

I possess only what God gave to me

The Absolute has made my eyes too open.

I can’t stop the snake from sneaking in.

Original sin, original skin: I, chameleon,

Want to stay invisible, forgotten.

 

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“I WISH…”

 

Orixas hear my prayers

As I sink into the null pit

Of Anaconda digestive purgatory.

Prophet-Warriors of Christ:

Xangô, Ogum, Oxossi, Oxumaré,

Grant me Axé magic, Ginga magic,

Grant me power to fight myself.

 

I wish I was Cain, first killer,

Forever marked, so everyone could see

How ugly the true face of my spirit is.

 

I wish my skin became Cobalt,

And I never had to speak or laugh or

Indulge in the dreams of my lessers.

 

I wish the world was my bed-chamber,

And I was the Dormant Emperor, and I

Never had to open my eyes again.

 

I wish I didn’t have to come back,

And I could be alone and content

In the cold arms of the Abyss.

 

I wish I became Lilith, and broke the

Hearts of all the people I locked eyes with,

Bringing ruin to their concept of trust.

 

I wish I had Saturn’s hunger, eating

All the infant ideas born of imagination,

So she would grow barren and die.

 

I wish that I never existed,

And my father had walked in to

Find the snake instead of me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wish I could leave the masquerade.

I wish I could put the pen down.

I wish I didn’t have to worry anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Não importa se está escrito

em outro idioma, eles não

entenderão de qualquer maneira.

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“WE WILL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER”

 

When I fell into that obsidian depth,

I found void incarnate.

So much nothing that I couldn’t

Even remember my reflection.

 

There is no evil worse than disbelief

Even the love that doesn't pay

It's better than loneliness.

 

Sister salvation, Sister serenity,

You suffered with me all along.

Unstoppable force, Immovable object,

The only option is to surrender:

Embrace my other, enemy is alien,

Is ocean to surface, is life to language,

Is just a story you haven't heard yet.

 

Baal & Lotan

Marduk & Tiamat

Sigurd & Fafnir

Ahab & Moby Dick

 

And I closed my eyes.

And I dreamt of home.

And I knew the nature of Nil.

That there was so much nothing,

That it could fit everything.

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“MY LIMINAL LEGACY”

 

My Ithaca is the home within my veins.

A union of blazing dynamos who

Escaped to give me life.

 

This mark on my soul, this

Rhythm of February and March,

The conga-line of samba and

Capoeira that maintains its hold

Over me, across oceans, across continents.

 

My Axé, my Ginga protects me.

My rhythm is my superpower,

The dance that guides my

Words by stylus-stroke.

 

Beyond time and space,

Finite and Forever are perspective only.

This is why idiots are happier,

Because they don’t know they are going to die.

The snake will always eat its tail,

The chameleon will always change its color,

And there will always be the threshold we find ourselves on.

 

It's okay to be stuck on the threshold.

It's the price I pay for 360-degree vision.

And I don’t care anymore if you understand or not.

My gringo songs are mine and mine alone.