Silver

Silver


I look at those dead leaves

Scattered under the desert sun

Then turn my back on the chaos

and it tries to strike me as I run



I look at a stained mirror

standing right in front of my graying soul

and catch a sight of my wild child



Whom I gaze at for a while

Fighting against laws

he had never been aware of



Outsider by the shore-line,

laughing at the inexorability of time

of what the world has in store.

Reaching out my love and places I've been before



Bearing the everyone's wish

sheltered in a heart on fire

A sanctuary for the world's desire.



Easy and free, caressing the wind

with the palms of his tiny hands

sculptured to change anything

but Tomorrow

silence + pain

silence + pain

smooth and silent as a plane crash
she’s nothing but one more passer-by
attempting to cross the under-construction bridge
of eternity.
see the calm but overflowing waters
of the poisoned river that runs
between your eyelids.
then I thank God for not being blind.
for having a wide range of diseases
of any other kind.
storyboards now depict only silence and pain
but there's always a way to make it warm
as funny as a full bottle of wine
everything must rhyme
that's another universal law.


Wagner Miranda

relentless and wise

relentless and wise

smiling faces
in and out
far off places
in fact, they shout
out loud
keep walking,
never stop talking
waving and shaking
hands in dismay
relentless and wise
is the time
which has its own way
to wipe away
the human stain

Wagner Miranda

the hipster

the hipster

whereas hope is adrift
on boats and ships
he tries not to sink
in the stream
of his consciousness

enduring beliefs
of momentary happiness
spreading his seeds
god knows where

these are freakish times

sowing riots
in the enemies' fields
fighting against reality
with no guns and no shields

there will be a day
when the remains of my shame
will stop running
through your veins

then you'll find your way
in the gloomy shelter
of future's arms

Wagner Miranda

The gardener

The gardener

Still, sitting by the windmill
Rashly awaken by the sweet nature's whistle
“I bring fresh air and breaking news”,
said the bright light of dawning

He smiled and pressed his ear against the ground
He already knew the meaning of his love
But he couldn't hear a sound

He knew it is like the flowers
Some are hard to find
Some others are all around

Then, the winter sun came to greet him
and soothe his brave lonely heart
Fortunately, he'll never be cold enough
in this world to play his painful part

Once cold as the Alaskan glaciers
His heart would crack up and fall apart
Still too young to die and too old to lie
He knew that by heart.

In dreams, he used to hear the loud silence of his darling
coming from the open door of his mind
But he never had a green thumb for a science of this kind
Sometimes it made him feel so low

He would remain upset looking at the world
Through the windows of his soul
Till another morning came to say hello

Ready to face the fate again, he ran to the fields
and sowed his most beautiful thoughts under the open sky
He knew that love was not material enough to make him cry

There was magic all around when he put together all mother nature’s sounds
To compose the most beautiful tune ever heard, which would resound
For the rest of the days

At the end of the day he couldn’t even stand up
With both swollen knees, he crawled around till he found a place to rest
That would be enough to justify the long wait of his spirit
In search of his own place called home, the one he would love best

He would never lie still again before the power of hope and love
All he had to do was to keep a close watch on the unconditional love from his part
He’d still carry for some time inside the noble pouch of his heart


As the day broke, he found himself again full of hope
Comfortably lying on the breast of the morning
At the side of this love, finally sprouting and plain

Free from the shadows of pain
Then, hand in hand they walked away
in search of a shelter from the rain

He would never kneel before the darkness again
He’d always be a gardener, despite his magic and musical prowess
From that day on, it rained songs, it rained petals
It rained flowers



Wagner Miranda

Brennen lassen

The safety of your soul
Lies on undeclared truths
About loss, law and youth
Find me a nice place to fall

And after all
we're all nowhere to be found
Make no amend, dear friend
We're just waiting for this old boat to sink

It's the end

Let it burn, let it rain
Let us perish under the acid rain
We need no disguise to hide the danger
We carry inside

Seduced by disorder
Gracefully killing each other
Eating, drinking, running wild
Creepin' in for drugs of any kind

Searching for a shelter we can't buy

Everybody needs a cancer somehow
Please, find me a nice place to fall


Wagner Miranda

Streets

Haven't gone crazy yet
There's so much trouble left
I try hard to keep my feet on the ground
When I see someone's face around

Come close to me
Before they darken all the streets
My mind is away
While she's travelling overseas

Under the crystal waves
she gently waved her hand
Then suddenly caught my eye
by a simple twist of fate

So pray for me
On my lone journey home
Under velvet skies
Your star has been shown


Wagner Miranda.

Universal Speech

Pictures at the old National Gallery
Waiting, waving for you
Different visions of reality
You once knew

Who am I without thought
and expression?

Just someone who´s watching the world spinning
Sitting on a dusty distant star
I can´t hear your scream, I can hear no shout
Above all those clean clean clouds

Galaxies, beautiful Galaxies
Men turned you into books
Without even ask for your consent
I think you should know

Meanwhile, another person is standing alone
reading good stories
Sharing all good things he has with an empty room
Precious, so special that no one
Can take him home

Like a rare picture
Exposed in a showcase of an antique shop
Everybody is staring at him...in a deep gaze
But no one
Can take him home

Maybe it´s just because
Love isn´t a cheap thing
Just a lost cause
But they can´t stop buying things, anyway
Watch out...

And even out of the underground
Life seems to be going so fast
Am I just getting old
Where can I hide you, my mirror?
How can you be so cold?
...

Wagner Miranda