Como um marinheiro

como marinheiro
vagando no mar
perdi o meu Norte
seguindo
onde quer que fujam
os ventos
longe do lar.

fui procurar
os meus horizontes
de sonhos e esperanças…
jamais os vi
tão perto
emfrente de mim

LIKE A SAILOR
Like a sailor wandering
at sea
I’ve lost my north star
and fly with the wind
wherever it takes me.
I’ve searched for my horizons
of hopes and dreams
never to see
they were never far
from me.

I'm talking about
conspiracy theorists
dumpster diving
connoisseurs of rot
sniffing out foulness
to circulate the www.

wanna-be reconstructionists
of a jig-sawed world
their tiny little fingers
puzzling in fury
as if animated by the gods of indignation
and rightous self-promotion

fools

(I wanted to say "fucking assholes", but what good would that do)

.

In a dream of night before me rose
I walked along an endless shore;
moist sand glowed a silvery pink,
danced to lights in the waning sun;
its length moving, curved around
dotted stars in the form of a heart.

I peered ahead and looked behind,
shifted my gaze from side to side;
waiting to catch a glimpse of you
and fall within your gaze as you
engaged my eyes in an embrace,
but only feel the sighing wind.

I have seen the stoney fields
grow into forests of dark pines
then cut clear for lumber's yields
becoming tangled brush and vines.
This is something I have seen.

I've watched as two lanes became four
and box stores sprang like spring mushrooms
as country quiet turned into roars
of cars rushing toward their dooms.
I've watched asphalt supplant the green.