The Funeral (Um funeral em versos)

THE FUNERAL

The son was sad
The daughter went mad
The mom cried, breathed in deeply and fell on the ground

The raven wearing its black elegant suit
Was standing, staring at every moment of that morning
While someone else was moaning

The son still cries
The daughter became angry
The mom was still lying on the grass beside the grave

The raven in a black feather coat
Was standing, staring at everyone
Wearing those pathetic black clothes

The son still cries
The daughter was turning into insanity
The mom was taken away

The raven wearing a perfect black crush hat
Was standing, staring at all those fools
And watching the gravedigger disappear beyond the hills

The son had stopped his crying
The daughter was finally hysterical
The mom was declared really dead

The raven rose from the tree, above the grave
Took a brief flight over everyone at that funeral
And landed on an old rotten log

The mom was really gone
The daughter finally got crazy
The son, the son… yes,
He said to the raven:

‘Let’s go my friend,
Who didn’t notice you
Doesn’t understand life
Doesn’t understand that we’re like grass
Waiting for a reaper,
The Grim Reaper that owns you’

The raven took another brief flight
Till the shoulder of the son
Meanwhile the coffin was buried
And the grave was sealed,
The mom was taken to a morgue
And the daughter sent to Arkham.

Probably now she’s having some fun with Joker.

And don't ask about who was dad...
It doesn't matter : now he's buried and...
He's The dead! 

RISEN

Extend your patience for a moment
Stop the desires and change the laments
Enhance your madness and move it into sadness

Pretend the light is black
The flesh is not red
And there’s nothing inside of your head

But no,
The flesh is still red and so the blood
Your hands are so far, so far away
Then they can’t make it or take it
Whatever it is

So, it is
So, it will be
So, shall we
Get into these insane dreams?

Extend your desires till they turn into laments
Stop the pattern and change the paths forever
Enhance your sadness more and more,
Turn it into madness

Pretend the darkness is light
The red is blue
And there’s nothing to see inside of you

The flush is turning, so fast, so fast
That you can’t merely see it
Your hands are so fast, so fast that you can really grab it
The flesh, the flush, the blue fish
Whatever it is

So there it is
So there it will be
So shallow it swims
Would we dare dive within?

Extend your hands for the flash
Change directions and die mad
There’s a slim chance to pretend
You’re not really dead  

CHAINED

I'll wait some more
But sometimes I think to myself
What for?

I'll ask why
And then explain the reasons
For these stains,
These chains.

Sometimes it hurts
I don't recall
Some other times it rips
I don't feel anymore

I'll ask why
And then forget the reasons
For these chains,
These stains.

ALL ENDS IN A POEM

we are all in a boat
and it’s called life
we lived our lives separated
life tore us apart
neither love nor hate
life did this to us

we are all writing some poems
anyone, anywhere, anytime
verses are in line
strophes are leaving
and poetry is the holy hole inside this boat
that make us sink like a rock
and saves us from our weird nature
and from unwanted salvation