Gothic Carriage Poem by Julio 2 Amarante

What's the drive keeping me on,
While continuing to ignore when I hear come on,
Deaf to my desires, blind to evidence, nothing in my defense
Stance after stance not knowing how to dance
Move void of choreography
Discourse house, cacophony
Indisposed, once high spirited won't you come?
In the sands of time I seek thee
You, oblivious of once being me
As indecision mates with suspicion in a dark marriage
Celebration of decadence, tainted flowers, stench of cans
An imaginary line of jalopy vans
Fugue in a crazy run, rabid horses, Gothic carriage.

Because you could have had all that and more,
Still reserving all the rest you adore, family and lore
Erudition and folklore, the red moon, an embrace, your own pace.
Life is only a shadow of doubts, forgetful of abouts,
Cards already played returning to the deck
Unrelenting, intransigent, not meant to be conducted, void of leniency
Pieces always fitting, too late to make sense, steel grim
And I always turning stones, looking for fantasy, whim
Opportunities come and pass, epochs stare as I never dare.
Praised be my progeny, may they be free
Independent, adverse to their father,
May they look upon things with humility
Distance themselves of conceptual artifices stay natural
Cultivate the body through activity
Drown my fears, lost friend, there's no you.
You asphyxiated in your imaginary and were tore to pieces
You inhabit the entrails of gavials and gators
And still there is some of your stench over some bayou
Turning into the snake author to this incoherence
Materialization of an insane nation of your savage nature
All of you frustrations, layers of auto piety you cannot hide
As ugly as the worst inside of the tiniest you.

Agnostic by social correctness, atheistic without distress
Pantheistic xantoist, Buddhist hindu
J'étais très jeune quand je lisais le singe nu
Je croyais que Mircea Eliade était une jolie femme
Tant d'erreurs dans ce chemin qu'au bout, je l'aime
Et les yeux d'un homme parle comme personne
S'il y avait une interprète pour les montrer
C'est la raison, en écoutant Québec,
J'ai décidé d'écrire en français san rimer
Que j'adore car ma nature sont les émotions
Et je ne suis pas capable d'être petit et vain longtemps.
Comme la bonanza doit succéder à rage des vents....