Your Biggest Sin

Is it violence, that palgues the land

Is it ignorance, that spreads in epidemic proportions across all nations

Could it be greed?A few wealthy holding back the fortunes of billions
Well I think... I think its silence
Our biggest crime?Silence, acceptance of the unaccepting.
We stand for what should not be stood for, and in return suffer the guilt and reprecussions
So join those who dont stand quiet in the corners, nodding heads, like sheep following the sheperd.
Lift up your fists and fight for everything you disaprove of in this world,because without revolt, we get no Revolution.

Facilmente Não Existe Por Aqui

Me diz que tens medo, e te direi o mesmo. Me diz que esta esperando algo desconhecido, e te direi que não virá.
 O que aconteceu com este mundo. Não concordamos em nada, a não ser descordar. Agressivos, exaustos, frios. Sei como que as coisas são. Fomos deixados para trás. Posso até estar  errado, más até ser provado contrário, vou seguir pensando em meus ideáis. Ao mesmo tempo, todos se encaixam em seus lugares, todos exercemos uma função indesepensavél
  

"Please help me"...Please help him

  This is not the face of a desperate man. He cannot be beaten at life.What drove you here?What pushed you over?
  I walk through the glass revolving doors, dragging my wet squeaking sneakers across the marble floor and into the carpeted atrium. I've always encountered strange individuals in this library. The  exccentric young man with his shopping cart, or the petite old lady who comments histrionically on young couples.
But what i was about to see, I had not been prepared for.
 I browsed for my research book, skimming across the shelf, when i accidentally bumped into him. Before sight could justify contact, I sniffed his presence. A sweaty, used smell. "Oh I'm sorry" I muttered.
   But as this middle age man looked up, crows feet hugging his eyes, all I could see was defeat. This individual had given up.
  At his hands was a single page of paper, neatly divided into various columns, and there it read: "Please help me...Please Help me...Please Help me...Please Help me...Please Help me...Please help me...Please Help me..." . It went on  and on, covering the entire page.
    I abruptly skipped away, trying to find my book and escape that aura of pain.
  After scouring every shelf, acceptance of its absence was my only choice. I walked towards the glass exit doors, only to be halted by a hiss... "Hey! take this, it will help". The man handed me a paper with library information explaining how I could attain my research information online. He waddled back to his desk, collapsing his head between his hands in an expression of exhaustion.
   I stood there, holding the paper in awe. A
    Someone, somehow destroyed by life, decided to make mine a little easier. Someone cared. I'm not alone after all.

The pointless post

Its that feeling I get, when you caress my chest.
Its that feeling I get when you call me names.
Its that feeling I get when you say I'm a failure.
Its that feeling I get when I feel nothing at all.


Can we work it out, can you buy me time? You will spare me my life in exchange for knowledge, for warmth. To learn to be human? To learn to die. To learn to avoid suffering.What we do for a better soul. Will you do it?

 I learned to expect only one thing in life, disappointment from the expected.So this time the wind will carry me, guide me, to the unexpected.

Melting Crystals

Sparks fly, arms soar, feet float
Hundreds around yet you feel imprisoned and  isolated
Nothing to lose, so fire away
there is no distinguished sound anymore
just jolts, that vibrate throughout your core
You are back, you are present, you are noticed
not invisible, not quiet, not unoticed
they shall shoot you down, judge you, and call you names
yet in the end, attention was your  dream, now wasnt it?

Vague

She cant hold the conversation. He cant hold his tongue. Everything is ending, theres no use pretending. Tension builds, tears collapse.  Stop the torture, stop the drama. You don't deserve the attention. Just live, stop dreaming about death.

    It doesn't matter how hard i try to understand the people in my life, to me, they shall always be an enigma. Sometimes our traditions seem pointless and vague. What is the greater reason? Where do these emotions come from. This makes no sense, yet I am only certain of one thing... "Sábio é aquele que conhece os limites da própria ignorância".  I'm aware of my ignorance, of my flaws, of my weaknesses. Now is time to search for my strengths.

Ripples in the water

What will be left behind?One day this body will decay and the world will have one less inhabitant.But what will I  leave behind?Life long achievments?A prestigious career?A widowed wife? Were all but pawns, in a game of kings and queens. Just another ripple in the water. Another cloud in the big blue sky.
   So how far up may I go, in ,my infinite journey to achieve perfection. Im not a poet, a profet or a professor. I am but just a boy, finding his own path. No matter what the outcome, I shall never hold regrets. The wind shall blow, the leaves shall fall and I will be gone, living on only in your memories.