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“London London London is calling you
What are you waiting for, what you searching for?
London London London is all in you
Why are you denying the truth
I might I might I might be boring you
Although its not clear as the morning due
When my ways are not happening i won’t underestimate
who i am capable of becoming”
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We’re defined by our choices, we just need to remember and put them to motion.
How can I fight myself?
How can I win if the battle is only with myself, inside me?
How and why I must reassure of victory the same that proposed the terms of the battle, against me?
How can peace exist if no one is interested in it, or me?
How can I prevent innocents from light themselves in rage of the atrocities of doubt, in them?
How can I think about these proclivities when I’m merely thinking about the quality of information, about me?
How will I find the way to commiseration when all that led to pity was abruptly mistaken with weakness, of mine?
How can I stop fighting when all I have done all my life made me a eternal warrior, of truth?
“I must shout my name,
in the highest praise,
echoing in the deepest gorges
of the gurgling canyons,
bloody,
rumbling up to the banks of the standing armies,
enough to find those willing to fight,
just,
real and visible,
mere shadows of me.”
the MONSTRUKTOR
Like a strong one, stranded in deep water, I’m not afraid to be pulled by the head.
I’m not afraid of not being afraid to cry. I wipe my tears with the same water that keeps me from moving from time to time.
The horse got out, used a human with ropes in the other side of the bank.
Meditation, absorption, abstraction, consideration, reflection, distance, unification, calm, pause and action.
The resemblance of power.
The apparent truth.
Figurines in a carefully played scene.
The inheritance of dust.
The defected life.
Safe places for the starvation of joy.
The golden cage of frustration.
The faked dreams of my favorite things never real.
All less than lies.
the MONSTRUKTOR
Education, knowledge, dreams, reality, anger, depression, critic, control, aware, fluid and now observational state.
The pleasing moments of just being.
É mais difícil ficar por aqui e fazer do que sair e tentar.
É mais difícil ficar por aqui e fazer do que sair e tentar.
There’s always the risk of becoming successful.
Even while performing efficiently, optimised and cohesively I must be aware of the darker bit of more, the further glance of hypothesis, the simple fate of glitter, the charged eyes of misery, the pocket filled with pockets of pockets, the loop, the hole, the absence, oblivion, obsolescence, nostalgia.
These predicates of lost faith are only the residue of experienced rationality – surely condemned in the eternal question of my self expression and magical thoughts – unaccessible to many as if the plague was upon me.
The dual layer, no longer competing, between conscience and sub conscience, it’s feeding a furnace of visions and melted gold. The value, the treasure, the gold, is always those around, those who believe and deliver. I’m just the glow, the one that cannot fade with patina.
The large breath of awareness is made true with success and measured in scales of nothing real, then I stopped and built the world, again.
the MONSTRUKTOR
I am a black canvas for anyone wishing my pulse.
Burning my interior self to the ground, just to build myself up again. Cyclically doing it because I do more than idealistic thoughts of creation. I project my personal yet universal thought patterns into your world, altering history with much needed expression.
There’s a strange motivation about telling people what they are not (yet) capable of achieving and watching them succeed just to prove you wrong. Wasn’t I?
Control over out of control. Control over uncontrolled control. Control over the lack of control. Control of controlling too much. Control control. Always in control, even when not in control. Controlled.
I cannot be stepped when walking with giants, but I can step them when they pretend to 😉
..¡.,
Ao pai, pela visão e estratégia.
À mãe, pela garra e determinação.
À Xana, pela calma e exemplo em conjunto.
Ao único amor da minha vida, Leonor.
Às mulheres, obrigado.
Aos amigos, por nunca terem prejudicado demasiado.
Aos outros, aprendam a lidar com isso .!..
the MONSTRUKTOR
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seductive caring available dedicated healthy powerful eternal
Panic, chaos and disorder, the evil combination of the insecure, unsure, and distrustful.
What more can I say or do? What more is there to give away as true?
Desperately searching comfort in words of wisdom from those around, doesn’t change the fact I’ll die some day and from a open wound.
Strong, relevant actions, indelible, permanent and evolutionary, lasting as forever changing carbon, enduring and haunting hydrogen power, persisting memories of what is yet to come, in and with people, goals transfered from ambitions…
Visions of ingrained determination and anything made real through the paradox of altruistic self destruction.
I got thrown to the wolfs, came back leading the pack.
Welcome were the times when reality mattered.
When the images i see reflected are only imaginable.
When I will foresee novelty in every anything, dazzling conscious selfs of undoubt.
Knowledge, the infamous word of daring prefixes. Suffice to say it doesn’t resemble any of the expected by any assumption, presumption of experience. Guiltless for some, heavy for the rest, unattainable for everything it represents to the commoner. Scarce.
A statue of dust, a presence of faith eaten in the shadow of absurdity and false care.
Black, the darkest black, ultimately dark. Imprisoning the absence of reflection inside domination.
The absorption, photons, interactions, actions, needed by those orbital cycles of destruction and self inflicted oversight, outside and influencing anything.
Acknowledged control.
Identified surroundings.
I know who you are.
I know what I am.
I know black is not a color.
Academic hierarchy, inflation and a static intelligence are not part of my clairvoyant mind and successful heritage.
Be original, prepared to be wrong and being wrong all days of my life, growing myself from error and creative integration even in expressing my scarce adulthood.