Myths and Epic poems

Chapter one

Cobweb

I only have a thread of hope left
A spider’s web that looks fragile
It’s a shot in the dark that lost shape
While I have a fever dream
Even if you don’t have a fever.
Released at the top of my lungs, a prayer
That propagates in an echo and is lost.
As I preached to my dream
The trading floor, in which my fear
It’s not like waking up and seeing another day
But to wake up and see another day
In which hypocrisy reigns in each one.

Nobody goes anywhere
While your freedom
Is not rescued from the fast,
The sheer hunger for knowledge and reality.
There is truth
And when those who sleep wake up
Take the pure nectar and believe
That knowledge is the way
To discover your next home
Like birds leaving the nest,
They learn to fly on the horizon of the new dawn.
End
To me
The hours in the background
At the ends of the world
I shout yes
To silence so many
That don’t fit in my hands.

Empty hands at the end
In the fight
Like the rosemary fields
On the hills of bitterness
Where life lost its meaning
Where the devil lost his boots
Unloved and Forgotten
In the hours, neither alive nor dead.

Harbingers of Destruction (All Politicians – No Exception)

Harbingers of doom
They gave a sign of their graces
To preach to the people
That changed something
When the sand of time
Blind who wants to see the truth
It’s not the people’s fault
It’s the fault of propaganda that kills reality.

People, this silence
It’s a nail in the coffin
In a country that dies poor and hoarse
People, they have no compassion.

Today a son goes not to war
But it’s as it were.
Today a son leaves home
In the hope that it will
To find better life
Or will your life be compromised
Facing the harbingers of doom
Who preach that change
It’s right t
Here around the corner.
Ignorance

Far from my ignorance,
I’m in the only place,
Where can I kill her,
Without committing any crime.

Now I can just ignore it,
That piece of me,
That takes me away from wisdom,
Of pure endless knowledge.

Or else, kill it little by little,
No crime or recriminations.
Without being afraid of my actions,
I grasp the wisdom of thousands of books.

I torture it, disembowel it and cut it,
She twists, screams, but from here,
Don’t run away while I, student,
Do not kill ignorance,
That has haunted him since childhood.

The one who is petty, evil,
It made me an unloved person.
It almost destroyed who I am,
But finally I was the one who killed it.
The pain of loneliness
The pain of loneliness
For the nefarious contempt
To those who love the dark
From her giving rise to random epics.

Told across the seas the glory of the nation
But fate gave them everything
Less on the story, a little consideration
These are the sages, representatives of Luso.

Platonic lovers, ship designers,
Dreamed of never sailed seas
They defied death to make of scorpions poison, ink
Distilling their poison, but unloved.

Society killed them, like fleas
Slowly sucking and poisoning.
In the end, society proclaims rhymes as its
Lay people are wise, the wise are uneducated.
Cruelty
Every drop of cruelty
That form in the dew
From the dawn of reality
At rest, before work
Of lives that dreamed of peace,
All ideologies died
For only one and only one able
Dictated the fate of many who clashed
In the reality of sins they didn’t commit.

Corrupt laws in a unique theology
In a corrupt theology above all others
In a single line of thought
When the being dares to be born in the dawn
The day will be red and sad without love
And the flesh slowly rots in the heat
And to the sound of the orchestras of weapons.

Soldiers occupy every bed
These beds, where children could sleep
And dream a better world and smile.
Women, mothers and creators of science
Protectors of happiness and childhood
Could be free to be more and better
May the Men who corrupt everything
And that they forget what love is.

Stoned, raped, sold,
The best women suffer.
Child soldiers, little lost souls
Who could be holders of everything, suffer.
True
Only those who tell the truth,
Knows its true real meaning.
Comes from this, kindness
Even for those who have forgotten
That the truth should be the pillar
Fundamental of human laws, next to respect.
For which one must fight.

Truth is not bought on the market
Of counterfeit products
But even so, it is sold for nothing, apparently.

Respect is the foundation
Of trust, and it is with trust,
Along with respect,
In truth there is peace among all men without exception.

The truth does not kill but it grinds
Who lies, mind closed-minded.
It hurts? I know well that it hurts.
If someone comes to you at dawn
And admit, that this person who was mistaken,
Someone lied about you earlier in your tailcoat.

Take that person to your house
And look who you have in front of you
Be kind and share your food.
If that someone is going to hit the whole hand later,
It’s because he’s demanding, that’s obvious.
You know you gave a finger.
He this person asked for a whole arm,
But it was a finger, it was what you could give.

There you will have the truth.
If afterwards the truth of your work is cut off
Know you did your best to be better
In that case, it’s better, even with love,
Get the lie out of the way
Because this is the best medicine.
Captain

I thought you were the captain
From a drifting boat
But after all you are the castaway with heart.
Your hand that sails forever
In sunken dreams written
In sheets that the sea took with it
So that sad and disillusioned eyes
They couldn’t cry any more dyed salt.

At sea you smile, captain of yourself
King of thyself, emperor of wild sea
On sea breezes and above all wilderness
Where monsters lurked in your path
You found your crown in the abyss
And your throne of crystal clear water in pain
Because beyond pain there is love.
A love that no one can kill you.
Profane, steal, deceive, obfuscate or even eviscerate.