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Manoel Neto Poem
Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve done,
all the life you passed in the streets of lust.
Don’t think I’ll judge all the more to come,
‘cause I’d go myself as a lamb with no adjust.
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Thundering skies make me remember the night,
when your eyes flashed in agony of pure joy.
For every and each drop of that rain I would fight,
and have it all again before my heart could ever coy.
But time is not a friend, an enemy that all destroy,
and the drops still fall on you, hurting me to death.
My soul can’t imprint a single power to annoy,
and stop the way the drops violate your body path.
Hope is all gone as I look what my hand hath,
emptiness and loneliness are so concrete to fulfill,
the dark and deep hole with my sick and warped breath.
I give in, drops of a holy spirit of wrath, I’m ill
from what I’ve seen and that anymore I’ll touch,
The whole person you now got and love so much.
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And before coming down even faceless,
God hails in jive knowing lots much,
not only picking quickly raw stardust,
to utter violent words: “Xmas, Yule, zzZZZ”.
Men naïvely outgrow Patriarch’s quotation.
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Gazing straight into someone eyes,
Looking for some tiny small clue,
I found the icy stone that shines,
showing me much it was not you.
My eyes stared in pain through streets
of misery I humbly beg that I find,
the eyes I once loved in sheets
and live forever in my poor mind.
The more I seek, I run, I search
For these eyes my life once loved,
I feel the greatest emptiness embrace.
For now will never be too much,
I go ahead for the one always adored,
Till I fulfill this lonely space.
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Walking the streets up and down,
my own image fades on car mirrors.
A wandering ghost with no bound,
sadly cut by invisible scissors.
What in life I would call disgrace,
come to me in sharp knives.
This cold winter that eats my face,
with no color and no jives.
And even the more I try to scape,
there is no run away for me,
from this vague space called life.
No matter what path I shall take,
I find no one there but thee,
for the no one me lacking rife.
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Thinking of you my mind crashes,
in a way I can’t understand at all.
My thoughts just become ashes,
before you I stand in my deep fall.
I don’t comprehend what you say,
my ears are deaf to your clear voice.
Or is it you that can’t pronounce,
and what I hear is my only choice.
No matter what I do I pain to death,
reading the explanations I am blind,
and hearing them I shiver till I part.
But God knows I tried till my last breath,
that what I had for you was not in mind,
but deeply inside my poor and lonely heart.
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I stretch my hands in the moisty space ahead,
hoping to know the face I ever wanted to see.
But hope fades when there is no such of thee,
and now I know what is simply to be dead.
I stretch my hands again in the space in front,
hoping to know the exit of this such pain.
But I know again I will be trapped in vain,
looking for the one I surely know is far beyond.
But even though I stretch my hands to the sky,
begging Lord to give me the power to glance,
just one time the way my eyes have to spy.
And then I’ll know for sure I’ll have the chance,
to stretch my hungry fingers instead of die,
To watch the soul I always meant to find.
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You come to me and say that you don’t care,
but you know I won’t believe a single word.
The more you say you hate me everywhere,
the more I say I love you like a bird.
So free from what makes us feel so tied,
Its wings take me to this strange sky.
Where you come and repeat you never mind,
about what I feel and even if I die.
But even knowing you despise me,
the way not even a beggar would be,
My love will remain no matter what.
You give your back to all the love I plee,
the love no one will ever bring to thee,
not even the way I give you it a lot.
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