sexta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2015

Brother.

Brother, oh brother,
I am glad we once met
When we were so young
and carefree, so little worries
on our minds, no bills, no jobs,
nothing but the videogame glare
on our faces, throughout the night
now it's my turn, then it's yours
to live and die in animated sprites
get the power-ups, get the high score
those were our worries then, what a shame.

Brother, oh brother,
I felt at home in your house,
throughout the coldest nights
I've ever experienced, it made no matter
we were young and carefree, setting up
fires, firing guns, making homemade bombs,
I was alive back then, so were you,
brothers unaware, brothers that did care
for one another, it didn't matter,
we were always on the run,
stealing popsicles for fun,
in the dead of the night,
the videogame glare
was all that we cared.

Brother, oh my brother,
much more than a friend,
much more than a best friend,
you were - are - the brother
I choose to have.
Though not bound by mere DNA,
you are a brother to me,
and I know, oh I know,
you are the same to many
other friends, as well.

How many times you've rescued me
from myself and my woes,
my neurosis and self-pity
my chaos inside, and outside,
my brother, you've saved me.
many, many times.
I was mad, I was sad, then
you'd pick me up and take me
away, from me and myself,
from the reflection of a loser,
a sore loser, I am, I was, I will be,
I know
You'll be there for me.

Brother
I have nothing to give,
and you gave me so much,
gave me Gideon, my only friend
when I am here, broken and despaired,
I look at him, remember the night
you gave me this exceptional gift
I did not expect, I did not deserve,
nonetheless, he's here, he's alive,
in my crazy little mind.

I have nothing to give,
but these lines that don't rhyme,
I got nothing, nothing at all,
but I still have you,
my friend,
my brother,
I chose you
over my own blood
any day, anytime,
to be a brother of mine.

Brother, these are trying times,
for us both, even though
you have real problems,
I got mental problems,
not a penny in the bank
to offer you a proper gift,
you so much deserve.

Brother, oh brother,
you strife and you'll thrive
while I don't know why
I am still alive.

Brother, oh brother,
I do care, I do mind,
that I can't give you
nothing at all,
nothing but these lousy lines
that don't even rhyme,
but, please, accept this gift,
for it's all I got left
to offer you.
My brother.

37 years, we are, though
I feel like I'm still seven,
with an intelligence of a five,
and the courage of a baby.

Not you -
you, my brother, faced life,
dared to step outside
worked day and night
to see your dreams
come true.

Me? I gave it all up.
I'm less than nothing
I'm not economically able,
to even buy you what you
so deserve, give it a name,
I'd like to buy it for you,
I would buy it for you,
but I can't.
I can't.

I am nobody,
and I deserve to be,
but you, my brother,
will prosper and shine,
I know it, I wish it,
all the time.

Brother, forgive me,
for not being there,
to celebrate your name day,
in the tenth of days,
I am here, stuck here,
no car, no money,
no future, nobody.

But I know I am
somebody, sometimes,
when you call, when you write
I'll be there, in a rush,
I am alive when I am at
your house, a safe zone,
from myself and my madness,
from my sadness,
because when you laugh,
my brother, I do so too,
your laughter is music
to my weary ears,
that still have a fucking
piece of TP stuck inside,
somewhere inside.
I don't care.

Brother, hear me,
I am here for you,
whenever you need me,
if you need me at all,
because I know,
I feel like a burden sometimes,
and yet you drive, so many
kilometers, only to save me,
from myself, from time to time.

I am eternally in your debt,
because you've accepted me for
what I truly am, that makes you
more, more, way more of a brother
than my own "brother".

Brother, I am sorry,
if I write these lines in
such a trying time for me,
I am sorry if I ever let you down,
not being smart as you are,
to learn that poetry you call code,
machine poetry, that is,
computer sonnets,
I am dumb.
I know.
I'm still stuck on first gear,
while you're at full speed,
headed towards your goals,
and I wish, I truly do,
that you'll thrive,
after so much strife,
you deserve it,
because you did not
gave up.

I've given up.

Brother, my brother
I wish you all the best.
I know you'll pass the test.
I know, I just know it.
You deserve it all,
and more,
much more,
than this sad attempt
of gifting you with at least
these lines that don't even rhyme.

Happy name day, my brother.
From me and Gideon,
the best gift I've ever got,
and I can not even repay you,
be there with you,
because I'm here, but I'm nothing
at all.

Forward, to victory, brother of mine!
forward, to better days, better pay,
a better life, I'm sure you'll get
because you know how to fight,
you have your skills tight,
you are a brother to me,
and I hope
I am still
a brother
to you.

Happy birthday, my brother.