this is what a mistake feels like
A vast nothingness
Fills up a field
Of complete fullness
Where freedom and happiness yield
Hidden from all
Of judging eyes
Able to dig holes
And to swim with the butterflies
Pasture of flowers
Horny to reproduce
The lambs are far away
and away is the crap they induce
An imaginary place found real
Under our critical feet of steel
G.Patriota
eu quero ser qualquer um menos eu, mas a perfeicao da minha vida eh tao grande que eu nao tenho coragem de deixar-la.
Learn to learn
Listen to what is heard
When a mind is full of knowledge
A trust worthy opinion creates -
and fear fades
-G.Patriota
Dear Santa,
My birthday is in 7 days
Would you come visit me that day?
I have had a harsh week
And I need someone whom to speak.
Perhaps you can bring me some presents, too?
I got sick and must have caught the flu.
Although I have been a naughty girl,
I hope you can give it a whirl.
My house is not far from the beach,
And about life you could to me teach.
You see, I have not been at my best,
But I turn 18 in 7 days and I hope to learn to be good at last.
-G.Patriota
Death you’re kind,
Death you’re beautiful,
So may you be my mistress
And take me with you
Kiss me softly,
While we say goodbye,
To life that is so harsh
And a constant fight.
Come death be with me today and forever nights
-G.Patriota
Open the door
It must come out
The pressure continuously increases
In this haunted house
Gilded mansion
Fool the eyes
But that is not light
Coming from the blinds
Corrupted truth
Hide the lies
Make a broken house
Seem so fine
Your house seem so small
From the outside
But don’t forget to take notice
Of the good heart inside.
-G.Patriota.
