From the timeless hour

I'm naturally sweet.
From the most eloquent flowers,
To the soft,
Wet skin of her lips,
Once I dare to kill my thirst.

I'm extraordinary,
I'm unreal,
And unsymmetrical.

Wisdom is nowhere to be seen,
But I'm full of
Pure non sense.

Dear child,
I'm okay.
My home is near,
My home is in the lake
By the colored tree,
Surrounded by the roots
Of my soul.

I'm home.
I'm already home,
Close the doors.
The rabbits are near.

Ricardo Rodrigues

Serpent Brain

you're the serpent
I'm the king
wake me while I sleep
In your arms
I slip into consciousness
And I'm alive
I'm alive
So long gone has been
The illusion of my life

A drop of the ocean
Beneath the stars
I'm the crazy one
For believing I could have fun
In this sea of madness

But oh dear sadness
My sweet child
Die and let me be wild

For most of what I lived
I was taught nothing but
To be myself
Now that I'm dramatically myself
They would like someone else
To hang their pictures
In the blue sky
Where I'm in the deepest
Cloud of gloom

And the potion
Carried by the drop of the ocean
Fell through
And the wild vision came

Finally
No longer a shame
At last
My name
Scripted in the stone
Which is located in my brain

wander and wander
Careful
I stumble while I wonder

Ricardo Rodrigues

Estou sem vontade

Não é segredo que os domingos são aborrecidos,
Nem que eu me sinto sem vontade para nada.
Não é segredo que tudo faça um pouco de sentido
Não fazendo sentido nenhum.

Estou sem vontade.
Sinto-me estranho e cansado
Deste dia que não diz nada de bom.
Ouso a cobardia de ficar em casa
Quando poderia estar coberto de sol,
Mas peço desculpa: nem tenho vontade para deambular.

Peço desculpa, ainda, por escrever sobre
A minha falta de vontade.
Talvez seja egoísta de mim,
Talvez não deva dar tanta importância,
Afinal, os pensamentos são criados por nós
Sem vontade.

Mas porque escrevo sobre uma discordância desinteressante?
Não é importante. Nada em mim será importante;
Porque rejeito a caridade mal calculada,
E fico-me por tudo o que ninguém ousa compreender.

Aqui não há nada que me interesse,
E o meu subconsciente nega qualquer força de vontade,
Portanto, para quê tanto esforço?
(Felizmente, ou infelizmente, não me ouço.)

Ricardo Rodrigues

A Wish To Expand

I like to despair

To the sound of love

I like to dance as you seduce me

And then someone

Or something

Makes me feel alive

To complete my wish

But it's more than just my wish

It's the heart of the world

The desire that is within ourselves

And our much hated boundaries

We should free ourselves

Let our spirits flow

And shout the truth

The truth is inside our sick minds

What do you want

She wondered

With her head off her heart

I want you

I said

With a smile on my face

Then I got my despair

And she found the passion for love

Between the lines in my poetry

Are you my muse

I asked

Well what have you got

She replied

I have what you want

Love and madness

Nakedness and failure of success

So I said while the universe

Expanded my mind

Ricardo Rodrigues

Awakening

Where do I stand?
In the middle of nowhere.
Well, I can't always go there.

Vile and pretty,
Your mind is.
Broken and witty,
My soul is.

For a dream with you
Must I dwell with my fear?
If so, then I will be blue
And your eyes, sadly, must tear.

Believing that this is fair,
I await for a better feeling.
Such joy is my care,
But so is in being.

A triumph of bliss,
The Era of this;
Two reckless spirits
Bound to each other,
Like Shakespeare's
Poems, and my ears.

Ricardo Rodrigues

Somewhere I Was

Dark glass of stars
Admirable sound of yonder
Bright dawn of the soul
A leftover from the Space

Blues experiment
Time-travel experience
Clusters of psychedelic constellations
Inside my imaginable profound mind

Shining
Overflowing sentiment
Waking call to the abyss
Floating in the shores of the Universe
Spiritually flying
Wandering
In the mind of Nature

Over the horizon
See the infinite infinite
Definite division
Above the skies
The vocal sound of the cloud
Seeks into me terrifying and loud

Ricardo Rodrigues

Drowned (in) Ink

From the most precious pearls of the Earth,
There lies my joyful soul.
To the existence of it's dirt,
Only I belong in the deepest hole;
Where I tear of happiness,
And smile with brightness.

It is longer than I thought,
It is not my fear,
As only in my mind I can hear,
But it is not;
And with whom I would love or die,
My lips would be dry,

Thus give me a bit of your
Wine that I won't drink,
But for me an hour
With only thee is enough
To let myself drown in ink.

Ricardo Rodrigues