Posted by: Zigzapiens | October 17, 2014

birds sleeping in starry cement

i can see a whole lot better

when i’m seen across the board.

lonely crafts out in the open sea

of a surface palace sky.

all the open cages

come slowly lifting

ourselves blooming

open letters

open pages

i wish

soul.

i wish the trousers i wear,

were made a whole.

and climbing spirits from my mouth

would be green

as i enter this blissful hole.

whats free is beautiful

doesn’t cost the spirit’s blood

the release of the soft beast

yet fear-full of life

Posted by: Zigzapiens | September 18, 2014

heart sync

a rhythm that has no end
a music that cannot stop
a living symphony, the conductor.
beat to beat
pulsing, in waves of surrender

charging a dream
learning how to fly
somewhere between
songs of goodbye

a dark road vanished
to the sky
a light beacon instead
too bright, to shine

below a lesser soul
sleeps tight
turning to mold
never-ending night

yet

in every heartbeat
a color sleeps,
as a rainbow awaits,
and creeps,
all the crying rain
beats

Posted by: Zigzapiens | October 4, 2013

rhyme free nostalgia

abysmally alone,

the night lingers,

as it grows.

covering the joy,

in starless mantle,

over a clear sky.

hand stretching to reach,

a gentle wind

never-coming past

comes and goes

for a sunless child.

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Posted by: Zigzapiens | June 27, 2013

ember’s slow heat

Do not worry my friend.

have you not seen?

the flower flourish?

the river run, the heat of the sun

a slow burning ember

intensely emerging you

with no tension,

the speed of a hundred stresses

blast, trough one thought only,

blessed

Posted by: Zigzapiens | April 25, 2013

the drunker the drunk, the drunker the dusk

the pain that you trust

is a must on the house of fear

so get down (out) baby

find a new light year.

 

there’s a little patience

growing at your door

you begin to worry

than you worry no more.

 

there’s a little apple

falling on your floor

you begin to clean it

than the worms eat more.

 

oh the tree is growing slowly

even when you’re home at sleep

you can say its all a bad thing

but the seeds come from the sea.

 

i’m tired still appealing

and the earth says its ok

but brother its time to walk

away from watchful prey

love is your wand

wave it
with your brother

only one enchanted serpent

can one day bite its own tail

you want to undress the statue

but you don’t do it by the shoes

the right to choose

the right to choose

Image

21-03-2009

Posted by: Zigzapiens | January 17, 2013

earth spirit hiding

every once in a while in the west

theres an uprising

freedom they claimed

freedom enslaved

 

between beer

and cigarrete

 

Let the canons of peace blow

let the dove fly up and above

slowly dancing

on its feet

 

nature’s calling

is mother’s

call

 

I wait beside her

i scream to my heart

 

I Love freedom Rising

the love that you got

I see flame slowly burning

further up above

 

earth spirit

hiding out in every grain of sand

it never really fades

but under shades

stolen and taken

gratefully waiting

 

Summer skys

 

ceus azuis que escondem estrelas

a noite para as encontrar

há luz nas estrelas

na noite

Posted by: Zigzapiens | August 20, 2012

bird science

Image

bird silence

listening.

soft views,

waving horizon

shimmering, liquid crystal,

sea of sound, watered,

life.

Rain, drip merging

connect, chain, hand hold,

come, swim with me!

I’m just part of the net,

we create together.

Hug, arms reaching out,

Love links uprising,

in your laughter.

I wish.

Words less,

touching more,

deeper dive,

breathing pleasure in,

 

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by_ paulbicud

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(22-05-2012) minor edit! oh i gotta find a signature and keep it…probably this one)

Posted by: Zigzapiens | July 24, 2012

Have a seat by the fire

I’m missing a drawing :( that used to be with this poem…

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[drawing]

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Have a seat by the fire my son,

look around.

Rock and Salt, boiled and shaped

by earth’s fervent core.

Who steals the light from you?

Call your memory, seat with it

let the fire have it,

the wind, help your stride.

when its over, the path has shrunken

a seed may spring up

grab the wind, fearlessly,

Trace the north with your heart

let the distant wind,

from far, far away, enlighten you.

in Pico, St. Cruz das Ribeiras

 

Paulo da Silva Bicudo

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Senta-te á fogueira meu filho. Olha á tua beira, 
Rocha e Sal cozida pelo amor e animada pelo despertar do sol
.

Quem é que de ti rouba a luz do coração?

Chama, a tua lembrança, e senta-te com ela. 
Assa uma tocha e deixa o vento ajudar-te a caminhar
. Agora quando se apagar, já o troço se encortou
. E com a luz que queimar, uma semente hade pegar.

Abraça o vento sem medo

Traça o norte com o coração

Mas deixa o vento de longe
,

de longe te dar razão.

Escrito em Santa Cruz das Ribeiras, Pico

Paulo da Silva Bicudo

Posted by: Zigzapiens | July 10, 2012

So…Hi  there!

so we've been around the fire

we’ve been around the fire

summer’s at the door – I have this 1 year old recording of a poem…I got it trimmed for you cause, its really bad…

But it has been in my mind…I suspect this has to do with a meeting of mine, on the cross road…

this is called, “the sun at her thumbnails”

the Sun at her thumbnails by zigzapiens

Posted by: Zigzapiens | May 22, 2012

The Manseed in the dark

Where are you?!
hey, sparkling goddess.
Fill me with your tide.
My sprouting spirit still
oscilates in freedom loops.
Around empty  space full of love,
Void and sorrow filled with light.
Spread in me oh little spark
Grooved and rooted
Till spring is spilled
on blooming mountain’s
Dwelling dark.

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