A form of cultural prostitution and social suicide

2009-06-20T15:19:00.005+01:00

Ode to the peeping carpet

Oh great day of joy

Bring some peace to this boy

Find the sacred morning sin

For a pleasant falling in

Like a curse of death

A false desert burns in bed

As screaming at a bold man

I feel the seed on my hand

As the night brings a cupid

That has no wings and grows stupid

A saviour on its role

Brakes the heart and turns in a hole

But always a violent fare

Can save the crack I got to bare

On with an invisible impulse

My glory morning becomes the pulse

Vasco Pompaelo*

2009-02-20T15:27:00.002Z

Subliminar faces follow me since
I've turned down my only precious feeling.
Emotion.
But it's so much more confortable.
I don't love but I don't suffer.
I don't feel pity and I don't crash.
Got no idea of how to be complete.
It's totally out of my reach.
I can only carve my sharp teeth on a blind bite.
There's no possible smile on a reality that's turned so fake.
So out of reach.
Everything's turned blank.
That's why my hands are touching deformed visions of the future.
My future.
But I know I'm ready.
And anxious.
For I cannot ignore what's under my flesh and blood.

Vasco Pompaelo

2009-02-12T17:44:00.007Z

Real life clutches

Look closer at me

And ask yourself

Is this what I see

Or somebody else

It's better to plea

Than trust one self

Your needs don't own me

Or anybody else

Insanity's playing it's role

As it's hard to be unique

So much before getting old

Don't loose your life on antic

Stucked in a slumdog hole

You feed the curse like a prick

As a glamorous style unfold

Put's your head on a stick

Vasco Pompaelo*

2009-01-20T15:21:00.004Z

Cock Tail

I wish I had some pentothal,
you don't deserve anything else.
I'll grab a cocktail of despair
and get you a dash of sorrow.

Me accused of having feelings in a wrap?
I breath this new fist of war
as I confort my believes
delivering you to your own gutter.

Riding on a legless horse
the world is faking your future.
But you don't seem to care
as the shining aye is always there...

Good luck.

Vasco Pompaelo*

2008-12-16T15:01:00.001Z

People no longer
disappoint me,
I don't expect jack
shit from them.

Vasco Pompaelo*

2008-12-12T15:45:00.002Z

Is this the end of my

motivation?

The end of everything that

mattered to me?

My only true love lies here,

but now,

I feel like I'm

alone.

Abandoned.

By me.

I no longer feel I'm strong.

Like a self rejection mode.

Am I trustable to myself?

Why am I letting me down?

Will this be my only

disappointment in

life?

Or will it be death?

But, isn't this dying also?

Damn, it feels like.

What the hell is wrong with me...?

Vasco Pompaelo*

2008-10-31T15:42:00.006Z

End of line

Oh dear!
You are special.
Something moves inside me
only by your sight.
And I know what it is.
I want you.
I'm creeply Sick about you.
Your walk crawls
in me.
It sustains the priceless
feeling for you.
I've got to find a way
not to let this go.
It would be my ruin.
the end of something
I need.
Toss away your being
to me.
If I don't catch it
I'll drow in it.
Just remenber you're unique.
Not even I can take
that away from you.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-10-14T15:33:00.002+01:00

Upstand tune
Fuelling our force
As rays of sound
Tingle our ears
On christmas nights.
Beware, the throne is
threatened.
Abuse us and we'll
Feel evolution.
Foam of pain
Reborns, cause
I wanna answear
Only to one God.
The fair one.
The one that gives me
Nothing, but
Brings me all.
The one that takes
From me, but
Shows me the fall.
Awakened now,
I chew on faith
And spit out the
Shame.
My spinning force
Attracts what I want.
One with myself
I rule my drain
And grab for good
The insane.
.
Vasco Pompaelo

2008-09-08T12:04:00.003+01:00

Never saw it coming

After dragged and

beaten,

handcuffed.

No strenght of movement

at all.

With a blink

the room becomes redish.

Bits of flesh glued

to the wall

decorate the soul.

Knives, nets, balls

and whips.

Witches, priests and

sinners in a

rollercoaster of senses.

This bubble of pain and

screams

emphatize the moment.

Divine.

Ludicrous.

(Mine)

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-08-20T16:15:00.003+01:00

To Speranza

Oh dear Speranza

I thank you.

Out of the blue and

with great true

you shinned, innocently,

the mind and world of some of us.

By providing us with a

magnificient, mutable and

beautifull thought.

Not just a way of speech, a way

of thinking.

Whatever road pursued for more

weird it could be, was also

unique, spirited and of no

dought, eternal.

With great joy and inspiration,

I thank you, Speranza...

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-07-29T16:32:00.003+01:00

Allgarve

Lazy bastard stinking self,

Where the fuck will I get (some) help?

Counterpath foolish load,

Count the miles on this dirty road.

Stick the stick joyfully,

Burning witches at a fast party.

Watering our dry mouth,

Begging prayers at cocroaches going south.

Lavish pee on my hands,

Where bold suicide guards hold on stands.

Foolish money takes toll,

Ain't that pretty the so called rock and roll.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-07-29T16:25:00.002+01:00

Fluid

Closing down the doors to perfection

He walks silently towards some

Kind of pain.

Going from stone to stone,

A feet at the time,

Whispering funerall ballads.

As oil's runing down his legs

spraying the anxious body,

Hungry emotions surface.

Blood's boiling the last pure

Thought.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-07-29T16:16:00.003+01:00

Flush Me ( Please)

All types of sounds run over

The ambient.

Compact, the path grows in pale colors.

Freaklish behaviour stalks me.

Rulling my inner self.

Pushing and pushing for a way out,

This thing rottens me.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-06-30T13:42:00.003+01:00

Natural

Attracted by the lady

The man becomes affraid

No being ever beat him

Not even when acclaimed

He spits to the air

Like a ritual charade

Swalling every inch

Of this so called mermaid

Contemplating the moment

He rides thru the air

Dancing like a see-thru

As pretending not to care

Compressed by feelings

Grows panic solitaire

Takes the toll of the day

Like a hero unaware

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-06-30T13:26:00.003+01:00

Inward

.
Dialogue roughly agressive
Not from the mind, but from the
Decadent feeling.
Clueless of the unparted dought
Keeps on banging his soul with
Fantasies.
Loves them.
Takes care of them.
Believes they will save him from a
Failed existence.
.
Vasco Pompaelo

2008-06-02T12:25:00.002+01:00

Tanta cosa te quiero dar.
Ainda mas te quiero tirar.
No me culpes por esta sensacion.
No és mas que tu continuacion.
.
Vasco Pompaelo

2008-05-29T12:51:00.004+01:00

Love is in the air

I hate humans bathing in

perfume.

Hate the motherfucker that stays impune.

Hate the slut's pumping tune.

I hate when they all assume.

Oh! How I really hate "wake up from the crib" fashions.

Yes I do hate all the little passions.

I hate girl on girl actions.

It remembers me I just hate those bastions.

Oh yeah, I do hate the way they pimp our lives.

Hate all the gum that's blowned on bites.

I hate the grace that comes in lines.

God, I hate the look in your eyes.

Apart from this , I'm all

love.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-05-26T12:10:00.002+01:00

Calmly drowning into
a bath of sorrow
Asking strange questions
to a God made of thrill.
.
Vasco Pompaelo

2008-05-19T17:53:00.002+01:00

Turin st.

Stupendous ace thrilling

Down the line

Like a glorious ring

Down my spine

As my little glass on

The big table is showing me

My size

Is it the smoke on my brain?

Or the caffeine on my veins?

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-05-19T17:25:00.002+01:00

Murky

You'll never get me. I'm more than you.

Don't take your shit.

You have the gun, but I'm the one.

Nobody's taking me away.

You better return, you better learn.

I won't take your shit.

Shoot it, screw it and save you from this world.

I'll kill you, fill you and put your head on sold.

This ground's too slippery to make your day.

Between lines there's no safe signs.

It's your own risk.

Remember it's a bet you'll never win.

It's part of the sin.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-05-10T13:06:00.002+01:00

So Brosa
.
Clapping hands on the final day
Apotheotic stands at the trial play
Linking your emotions, flirting
Drinking on silk lotions, burning
Carabineri clunch fot the sinking way
Jewish heart punch slot the lucky play
Sucking your oceans, hurting
Living my own shames, learning
.
Colossous make up for the show
Analyzing stand up for a row
That's all fake, streets are riots
I'll keep awake, fuck you highers
.
When I touch you I feel slow
Spiral blood of you I feel it so
Scratching communications, hacking
Made of sweet end stations, sacking
Stroking, farting the idilic skin
Spining deeply what you mean
Rustic wonder, farse, lacking
Acoustic silver soap, adding
Clock's clocking
Turn dead
Cock's cooking
Burn head
Spread
Spread
.
Vasco Pompaelo

2008-05-10T12:49:00.002+01:00

Vendues
.
Comme la fête dans la tête sais la vie d'une bête
Jusqu' après de la paix viens la dead
Tout est bien mais enfin sais le sang du matin
.
Bonsoir, merci
Tous est bien
Bientôt à tout à l'heure
Dis moi toi
Mais pourquoi
Sais la vie
Tout en rose
.
Tiens la bête dans l'assiete rien m'inquête
Prend ton nom, bien aux font, solution
Jusqu' aprés la paix viens la dead
.
Calais assis
Pourqu'il viens
Bientôt, tout á l'heure
Du savoir
Dis en choir
Je lui donne la même chose
.
Frêre jacques? Frêre jacques??
Fumés vous? Fumés vous?
Sonne le haxixe!!
Sonne le haxixe!!
.
Fume le bong!
Fume le bong!
.
Encule tois jacques!!
.
Rchppttt!!!
.
Jacques est gay!!!
.
Vasco Pompaelo

2008-05-10T12:30:00.002+01:00

Drowned
.
Sky is turning, man in black leather come
Shakra King of God's waving
I am fine
Sky is burning, shark attacks strike lonesome
Vesanumi, Demon King facing
I'm in line
May your soul rise to heaven
Before the Devil knows your dead
Cause you're required
As this lotion og blood feels me
I'm drowning and it kills me
Stars are runing, leper ghostsin the run
Shakra King of God is praying
Gor- cock
Souls are uttering, the end is yet to be done
Brahama God of creation
Gor-hen
.
Vasco Pompaelo

2008-05-05T16:46:00.003+01:00

Bird

.
The kind of bitch you take

For a swing and roll with it

Over the bar-b-cue for a toast.

.
Flickering eyes, big mouth, jack ass,

And an open mind with the size

Of a hungry man!

.
That's all you get after a stealing machine night.

Cut it like a body in space, using a nostredamus ace.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-04-28T17:14:00.002+01:00

Fenix
.
If this is not a dream, why the fuck
Have I been sleeping all this time?
I can't speak and for the first time
It's not cause of drugs.
Walk for me on me. I wanna be the dirt
You spit on, the ground you walk on,
The air that turns you on.
I'm not the power of sun.
I'm the son of the power!
I'll write my name on your back as
I'm always behind you when you're smilling, wanting more.
Slides of sharpest bytes cross my mind when you think about my bite.
Slight foam of paranoia rules the family as I wave.
.
Vasco Pompaelo