holding fear, channelling uncertainty, streaming growth, lusting resilience

it could all be so simple, but you’d rather make it hard ( e x f a c t o r )

too weird to live, too rare to die ( l o s t )

and when I'm standing in this mirror
after all these years
what I'm viewing is a little different
from what your eyes show you ( s u p e r p o w e r)

come to the place where the skin speaks ( b e a u t i f u l t a n g o )

and as painful as journeys go, twists and backflips - the circus.
dearest fear and uncomfort, I just keep letting you back and I can’t let you go
you cry for me. you die for me. you give to me. you’re there for me. you care for me?

Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de coió, é curtir o verao te te te te te te

 'If diversity is a source of wonder, its opposite - the ubiquitous condensation to some blandy amorphous and singularly generic modern culture that takes for granted an impoverished environment - is a source of dismay. There is, indeed, a fire burning over the earth, taking with it plants and animals, cultures, languages, ancient skills and visionary wisdom. Quelling this flame, and re-inventing the poetry of diversity is perhaps the most important challenge of our times.' - Wade Davis  

waiting for the smoke to clear

Broken memories
They taunt me like a bird caged by scorched wings
Puzzle pieces missing
The grubby fingerprints that kissed the walls have vanished

Like the wind without her whisperings
And the colours wept from all her tapestries
Would be left nothing but sullen imagery
The uncertainty of forgotten things

- fingerprints, hiatus kaiyote

souvenirs

if i gave you my all, but stayed unidentifiable, am i still relevant to the resolution?

if I supported you, cherished you, always gave you time, only to have you turn around without a single sense of gratitude, should I build a fiery rage inside? Is this just?

if I cried because you didn’t realise how hard I’ve worked to become my whole, is it the flaw that will create barriers? running through nostalgia, how I loved you so.

if i didn’t show up on your finale, but directed your matinee, will you know how much weight my shoulders carries for you, just to see you blossoming, will you know? will you?

if I act differently, act privately, act independently, refusing your discussion or support, will you still allow me in? or is it alien to?

- I’ll give you a piece, my heart’s still at bay

wealthy with community

Maybe we’ll never be ‘rich’ nor powerful. This doesn’t matter me cooks, I just want our community to survive and thrive. We’ll be the wealthiest of them all :) And we’ve known this since the beginning. I can only wonder where our community will end.

Maybe we’ll never be ‘rich’ nor powerful. This doesn’t matter me cooks, I just want our community to survive and thrive. We’ll be the wealthiest of them all :) And we’ve known this since the beginning. I can only wonder where our community will end.