A form of cultural prostitution and social suicide

A river that drowns

2011-11-02T11:55:00.003Z

I crash my brain
on a tearfull sun
As I leave my sins
in a wonderfull run

Tearing appart the fools
garden play
I´m taking the leash
on an animal's pray

Stupidity rain
is flooding my town
All in the name of a
King with no crown

Pulling our gonads
as a bunch of crows
Killing away all the
things that grows

Flip flap clap with
a pose of Herodes
Licking his tiny weenie
like abandoned dogs

Carving deep a hole
on a barren ground
All in the name of a
King with no crown

Vasco Pompaelo*

Spreading like thighs

2010-02-04T15:21:00.002Z

What an itch
that's making my
day.

I'll turn around and
curse it but all
it want's is to
play.

When the forced run
carves the smell on the
pityfull
decay,

You'll be on the edge
of the feeling arousing
the mosntrous sinfull
ray.

Vasco Pompaelo*

2010-01-20T17:32:00.003Z

A closure like this
beats any chance of
a future.

And with a face like that
you´ll never amount to
(be)respect(ed).

Vasco pompaleo*

Rattling

2009-11-18T17:45:00.003Z

I'm running away from
the other side
Where people stink
and breath their pride

Simply the cause of
another line
That takes all your
needs of a new divine

Carving a course
on the brand new rhyme
I take all that's yours
and keep what's mine

Vasco Pompaelo*

Strange Attractors

2009-11-18T17:26:00.002Z

Awakened by the scream of
my own soul
I grab the dash
and turn it to gold.

Been found alive after
a two year dead
So heavy inside like
I have bled.

Closing the gap between
all those holes
Ripping apart the beauty
of all your ghouls.

Greedy is breaking our
world in two
In the hottest way that
life can do

Vasco Pompaelo*

Ode to the peeping carpet

2009-06-20T15:19:00.006+01:00

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

Real life clutches

2009-02-12T17:44:00.008Z

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*

Cock Tail

2009-01-20T15:21:00.005Z

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*

End of line

2008-10-31T15:42:00.007Z

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

Never saw it coming

2008-09-08T12:04:00.004+01:00

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

To Speranza

2008-08-20T16:15:00.004+01:00

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

Allgarve

2008-07-29T16:32:00.004+01:00

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

Fluid

2008-07-29T16:25:00.003+01:00

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

Flush Me ( Please)

2008-07-29T16:16:00.004+01:00

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

Natural

2008-06-30T13:42:00.004+01:00

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

Inward

2008-06-30T13:26:00.004+01:00

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

Love is in the air

2008-05-29T12:51:00.005+01:00

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

Turin st.

2008-05-19T17:53:00.003+01:00

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

Murky

2008-05-19T17:25:00.003+01:00

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

So Brosa

2008-05-10T13:06:00.003+01:00

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

Drowned

2008-05-10T12:30:00.003+01:00

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

Bird

2008-05-05T16:46:00.004+01:00

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

Fenix

2008-04-28T17:14:00.003+01:00

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

Bull shit

2008-04-16T12:56:00.002+01:00

Don’t wanna get involve. Will destroy.
I’m bending and crawling with my face in your ass.
I see infinite here.
The hole is bigger, I’ll make it sticker.
One more cigarette and rotten I’ll become.
Feel I’m an exhibition.
Vision. Blind. Paralyzed. State odyssey.
Incision. Kind. Stabilized. Good to see.
My hands grab your will. Come down.
With silence the noise is found.
Your chicken head comes out of the rooster.
I’ll chip it with and empty the platinum medal.
An earning feeling within my soul
Like a step to a perfect gold.
I feel an ecstasy pump inside the brain.
Hilarious jump backs remains.
Let the sun raise your face and inside you’ll embrace!
Love sustained in glass is like kissing your goddamn ass!
Acoustic birds within my world
Like a step to a perfect soul.
I pick the phone, I call my own, no one’s home.
I feel an ecstasy pump inside the brain
As disco volante’s my oxygen rain
I pick the phone, I call my own and no one’s home.
I pick my own, I call my home and no one phone’s.

Vasco Pompaelo

By you

2008-04-16T12:50:00.002+01:00

I know how I take it everyday.
Come down we’ll be one.
I love you.
Just don’t go.
Take my shit once more.
It’s not over yet.
No fun with ultra salt.
I’m the premium of an original demon.
You are, perfection.
It’s good not for long.
Abstinence is not for strong.
Without me you never gonna take it.
I’m more than me, I’m you.
Impact, intact.
Rolling thru my body is not a strange feeling.
I feel your curves in my skin.
There’s a tattoo of you on my mind.
Like the one in my chest.
Listen, feel, envelope.
Look. Shut. Concentrate.
Pick up. Think and shake.
Imagine the all world’s a bottle of wine.
All yours.
Every time you’re not drinking
They all get unquiet.
Reception. Perception.
Fuck. Fuck. I pray.
Not for me.
To me.
For you.
Sleep and wait for dawn.
I’ll keep the night
not in my hand.
Around me.
Don’t want to destroy it.
Just take it and swallow.
By them.
By you.
Bye.

Vasco Pompaelo

Breathing heart

2008-04-16T12:40:00.003+01:00

Applying to something greater is easier
than getting down for you.
The air surrounding our brains is full of parallel runs.
It’s question of moving.
A question of ruling.
A drink on a glass,
A hole on the soul.
Working hard on playing rough
You will never get me…hurt.
I’m standing here nervous
By you.
I see your eyes hypnotizing
My thoughts.
Runaway from you is like
Walking on circles.
When I talk I even can’t ear me.
Concentrated,
I am on your breathing
Heart.

Vasco Pompaelo

Scatopholiac

2008-04-14T15:59:00.002+01:00

I ear you as you ear me
You want me as I own you.
They feel you as you fist me
Look down at me as I phone you.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-04-14T15:55:00.003+01:00

Softly

.
I melt into blood

As everybody's talking about me

Making my future in their hands

As I become past.
No one loves me or cares for

They just pretend

As my life stucked

Easily becomes bent
If this white curtain of tragedy

Covers the world

My head blows and turns

Everything into flowers.
I feel unuseful, a ape without a story.

A sarcastic beast

Taking life pleasure to the demons.

Vasco Pompaelo

Sloane

2008-04-14T15:30:00.003+01:00

Strong run followed
By unhealthy cure
Situating me half
Fragile
But plain of corrosive hunger.
I like gray, I like day
Being told what I say.
There's no escape
Of my fate.
Strong man hollowed
By obsession tour
Giving you salt
For your life
As a stain of kerosine.
I like grey, I like to say
Getting hold of the day
There's no escape of my fate.

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-04-01T12:07:00.002+01:00

The Moon
.
The stars about the lovely moon
Fade back and vanish very soon,
When, round and full, her silver face
Swims into sight, and lights all space.
.
Sappho

2008-03-20T11:16:00.000Z

“ La douleur, voilá le mystére, voilá la negligence des dieux,
voilá le superflu qui nous reduit a n’être que
pure conscience de la douleur.”
.
Hector Bianciotti

2008-03-20T11:12:00.001Z

"Conscience and cowardice are the same thing.
Conscience is just the name of the firm.".
.
O.Wilde

2008-03-13T15:19:00.003Z

SOME OF MY FRIENDS SAY I'M SICK.
BETTER SICK THAN A PIECE OF SHIT.
I RATHER BE FULL OF FILTH
THAN DULL, BLANK AND A MOCKERY.

V. POMPAELO*

2008-03-13T15:12:00.001Z

Lost in the deepness of your linfatic mind,
my thoughts encounter your words
with a pleaseant recall of reality.
.
J.L.

Corrosive vehicle

2008-03-13T14:58:00.005Z

Poor mind. Bored sign.

Made of constant downward spiral.

I just don't get it.

The path to darkness with a fake flashlight.

Walkin' somewhere without knowing where.

A simple breeze of sanity covers the rotten spirit

that guides blank rage of frustation snow fervently

making way to a unique form defeat.

No signs of cure, light or fate.

Just a lone, dark and corrosive vehicle.

V. pompaelo

2008-03-11T14:30:00.004Z

Gruel

An endless sound of nature

Carried in the harms of wind

Carves a light of hope in our

Damaged, blind and selfish minds

Obliged, by pain, we run

In the shadows of lust

Trying to make way for sacred

Sins of chameleon monsters

Across the land and deep down

In the heart of the being

A speech is build, a love is killed

And all we're asked for is why?

Believing in the power of blood

An ancient friend brings famine

That's when, together, we jump and scream

Waving ourselves to a soft slapped punch

Vasco Pompaelo

Apache

2008-03-11T14:17:00.004Z

He comes to me, silently, friendly,

knowing what I want.What I need. Where I've been.

He rules me. He brings me to peace. I believe

I did it cause I wanted it. I know It's

the best. It's my path. My choice. My voice.

What I am. No mistake. No avoiding. Affraid? Never,

with rage. Clever. Just like down the road, I

cover this blank page with this ink

made of thoughts. Or not. But something is being

done. A boy is being gunned. No truth. No

lies. Just a fact. Like a sight. Burned. Brown.

Drowned. A lake of shame turns me on.

On what? In a Demon. No respect. No forget.

Be my fet.

Vasco Pompaelo*

2008-03-11T09:08:00.005Z

Uprising. Politely mocking you, I turn to myself
and spin the needle in my harm. I don't feel
a thing.I'm doing it for you. I can't no longer
satisfy myself with that sweet smell of sweat...

Vasco Pompaelo

2008-02-27T09:55:00.001Z

"What in the grand scheme of things, is so uniquely precious about piss, shit or the making of another pompous little man, that it should be permitted to cling to her inwards so tenaciously?"

anonymous

2008-01-28T13:17:00.003Z

I always wanted to be happy

But never made you pay for my joy

My feelings are limpid

This ain't no seek and destroy

Vasco Pompaelo

Ghostrider

2008-01-23T13:03:00.002Z

Crashing tears, smashing fears.

Stars above, styles on earth.

Can't u feel the little things

That makes us big?

Flashing sites, carroussel nights.

Tripin' bites, affraid of heights!

Can't u feel the little things

That makes us sick?

Unprovable life, unusual wife.

Insatiable heart, the love apart.

Can't u feel the little things

That makes us dig?

High activity in practicle life.

Ignorance with mental reduction

All by influence

Of what sorrounds you.

Every day as a dawn

Everything is undone...

V. Pompaelo

2008-01-18T10:43:00.000Z

"If the enemy doesn't surrender, he shall be exterminated"

M.Gorky.

Zorn

2008-01-16T12:45:00.001Z

Unwanted. Unwished. Unplanned.
A stone in da shoe. A hole in the truth.
What he could have been, he wasn’t suppose to.
Half man. Half wolf.
No family. No roof.
Freak cause, not like you.
Weak not, cause of you.
In da shadows of a world full
of emptiness.
With da hollow’s of a fool
world of sickness.

A hunter’s prize
As he realize
Lies.

V. Pompaelo*

Demon Tears

2008-01-15T12:14:00.001Z

Tears of demon syrup run over you
And I’m drowning because I want.
Something tells me I’m better here
Than somewhere else with no bond.

Everywhere I look I see sadness
Transformed in pale colors
A rainbow of dull and late horrors
I like the black. The deepness. Fullness.

A voice is calling me. I better go.
You can’t control me or advise me.
If I speak to you no sound comes out of me
Just this human latex rubbering your heart.

I Like to dress to feel…

V. Pompaelo*