From beaches of absolution...

"..das praias de Fukushima - III "
(summer/fall 2011 - G. Almeida, acrylics on canvas)

From beaches of absolution
a horrid stench..

an odour

a protrusive bulge of havoc


Death and misguided Humanity
poisons the air in a thicket-like array
of fumes
more and more impenetrable
with each sorrowful step inconspicuously taken.


Ancient sands that care not
nor notice Man's misgivings,

bleached, broiled and barren
in lachrymose desolation 
sickley they stare back at the face of their maker
in innocence.
(In innocence?)


There they sit upon the living bed  (,)
dead to one's lamentations
simply caressing our soles (souls)
step by step.

- and all the while Petty Theft and Larsony of the heftiest degree
dance upon our graves..

heavily.







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d'outros..

• A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction. - José Saramago

"[...] Somos estrangeiros
Onde quer que moremos. [...]

(Ricardo Reis, Poesia, 127, p. 125)"

A piano duet

An Involuntary Redemption

"Kafka - © Guida Almeida "

An Involuntary Redemption

Hope,that solitary mistress...

somehow abandons me, yet the sun doth shine somewhere

even though babies cry under bullets perhaps sold by my treasonous hand.

The air on the other side seems stale.

I dare not open the door for I fear the rumble of rats..

Persistently stalk, spread disease and invade my lost innocence,

they are are no friends of mine.

If they screech out my name I know them not.

Given no heed, at times the battle seems lost forever

by acts treacherous as they are involuntary.

Eyes not withstanding, a heart incapable of grasping a vision's full compass,

The Lord thus eases my pain through an apparent blindness.

Still, in a myriad of fragmental imagery I am brought to my knees torn by tearful doubt.

Redemption of what I know not brings no solace.

and (to the East) I sigh

as I search.. and find but dark thought.

I thus come to you with my candle,

in an involuntary redemption

(To Libya,
to the human desert,
to gun running warlords as they greedily

murder me...
an utter rage of silence
and opposition)

Small Octave

SMALL OCTAVE

The streets are riddled with the salvation of others, 

those whom I know not but they know me.. 

They beckon with messages full of a cold, crisp VOID.. 

But they can not take what they can not find, 

and that is any of either of two things: 

A) my soul - if it existeth not
 B) my soul - if it existeth and thus not being mine to give or to be taken

 - out of reach, unaprehendable, unattainable.

by Maria MFA Costa

Sovereignty

Eremita / Hermit : © Guida Almeida




Now that I've been fully domesticated, 

just like my owners want me to,

back into a deep sleep..

Now that I've been fully domesticated, 

I go where my masters bid me,

to oblivion..

Now that I've been fully domesticated, 

I comply,

I ly down. 

Eremita / Hermit :  © Guida Almeida

The Barn's Memory - G. Almeida, (circa) 1976

Within Light's Shadow

Bathed in darkness one finds doors to freedom

No clutter, no noise caused by Light's distractions.

Myriads of shadows befalling each step whilst pacing trails of Pain's inner depths .

Pain? A necessary remedy for rising to one's fortitude?

Without it one is but an empty sheet tossing in the night's wind.

No weight to one's loss, no frailty.

Without frailties,

to become non-human, monsterous, lacking shadows or scars inflicted through the pain of Light,

rendered unconscious to one's mortal forms,

to be suprahuman?

( No )

I  thank  Flaw and am returnéd..

Uplifted only upon descent.

Past the visible world.

Past pain, oblivion and vulnerability.

Light thriving,

born from all darkened moments.

In the bosom of Light's Shadow to be soothed, annointed, rubbed.

Thenceforth "becoming" from whence one was not,

or perhaps even was within an unconscious yet visible future self.

We are all constant shadows of our own distant light.

Cast almost randomly upon the streets of Time,

full puzzles revealed fragmentally in an order only known to the grand master who is blind to fractions and only sees

[both, each, either or between] - the "whole/hole"

... within Light's Shadow.

( by: M M F A Costa  aka: Guida Almeida)