quinta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2015

# Glamour scenario








Postponed reality

I don't know what I 'll do
Once this inspiration runs out
what will I write about ?
is has been like this for years now
and it keeps on coming, I don't know how
I just use them,
abuse it
And confuse it
I'm an addict
I cannot stop
I run against the clock
They won't let me be
What's happening to me ?
it's excruciating
I'm allucinating
You prey on the next lost case
you can find
ignoring all you've learned,
leaving it behind
it's chaos ,
it's madness ,
it's sickning ,
the sadness
You feed on the fear
that constant doubt
you hold on, strong, ladies
do not shout !

Screw this shit
it's agony
The walls are probably
the only ones listening to me
and see, eventually
you'll need to take
this seriously
'cause sadly
and honestly
I welcome you to reality

Well smile...
because it's not as overrated as
it shold be
smile ... because it's one of the
most prettiest things you'll ever see

Don't really feel like facing
the real world today
And why
are you that eager to give it a try ?
It's same old, same old
all over again
I'm getting very tired of
it man
Can no longer hide it
and I've tried it
They request too much
for what I have to give
they want me to, but I don't know
if I can still believe
There's so much I do hope to achieve
Time is always playing it's deceive
I want to see it all,
be free
No matter what they'll say,
I just want to be me !!!


MKS

I HAVE NO RIGHTS OVER THE SESAME STREET CHARACTERS

quarta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2015

Insomina Capitulo XVIII

Trancada nas masmorras pagando as suas dividas encontramos
a pobre Lil' Missy.
A Bloody Queen ordenou o seu aprisionamento depois da sua
última proeza.
Ser boa num mundo virado de pernas para o ar não tem por hábito
 resultar muito bem. Portanto o seu destino pertence agora
àquelas negras paredes, podendo unicamente aproveitar um pequeno
vislumbre dos raios de sol através, daquelas frias barras de ferro,
 da pequena janela presente na cela.
A sua suposta boa acção desencadeou dor e caos por todo o reino,
a Rainha ficou tão chateada que quis banir Lil' Missy para sempre.
Após uma longa reunião entre todas as dolls, ela decidiu que sendo Lil' Missy
uma delas poderia então permanecer no reino e na mansão desde que ficasse
trancada e vigiada 24 horas por dia.

A tarefa de vigiá-la cabe a Hell Bitch, assim sendo também ela possui um pequeno
quarto junto daquelas horríveis masmorras.
Ela é a sua guardiã, mas ao contrário de Lil' Missy não está confinada àquele desagradável sítio,
ainda assim é onde passa a maior parte do seu tempo.
O seu quarto é pequeno e tão quente como o Inferno, ela alimenta-se das chamas criadas pela sua raiva.
Ela é vil, e não se deve nunca atravessar o seu caminho sem uma boa razão para tal.
Ela é capaz de tudo para proteger Insomnia e a sua respectiva rainha, bem como as restantes dolls.
Uma verdadeira soldado lutando pela causa, ou seja se isso significa vigiar a Lil' Missy, prevenindo que ela faça mais alguma estupidez, é isso mesmo que fará.

"What good is a heart
    that's doomed to break  
Get torn apart
   and put this land at stake 

What good is a flame 
that someone will 
blow away 
What a shame 
there's nothing more 
   left to say ... "

"Hell's fury will come down 
on you 
We'll protect the crown 
even if it's the last thing 
we'll do 

This soldier will never 
back down 
We'll keep on fighting 
holding our ground 
What goes around 
comes back around 
We'll twist and bend
our fate 
while for you 


   well it's too damn late !"

Antes de prosseguirmos gostaria de partilhar com vocês outro pequeno conto, que se chama As 5 fases para um coração de pedra. 

The alarm clock is on, welcome back
   Reality just hit you, you're still on the wrong track
   becareful little girl or you might fall off the map
   It's a sad day  but we're still gonna rap
   I wondered how it would be the first time facing death
   Pain and misunterstanding, so do the math
   First comes Denial, you wake up everyday
  Thinking it was all a nightmare, she's okay
  Then in the next five minutes you come to your senses
  You're a big girl, you should give up all these nonsense
  I stare at your picture wondering why'd you had to go so soon
  There are already enough stars around the moon
  The Anger continues to build up
  Everybody's worried now, but you don't give a fuck
  It's an awful anguish that gets you down on your knees
  Begging at the skies, bring her back please !
  The Bargaining is one of the saddest moments of these steps
  They see me drowning, they're placing their bets
  Is she going to make it ? Her whole world is upside down
  But her heart is still beating and she still holds the crown
  Tried to reason with God, offered him all I had
  He didn't take it, I got really mad
  So negotiations switched sides, went to the underground
 The devil laughed in my face, it was an excruciating sound
 He couldn't do shit, sent me on my way
 Now I'm roaming around, can't remember how to pray

 Depression hits you, you're all alone
 They try to pick you up, but you are on your own
 Pitch black room, pieces of the heart shattered all over the floor
 You can't seem to get past the idea of nothing being like before
 All I've got left are happy memories, that I wouldn't trade for the Universe
 And all I can give you now is each verse
 Then Acceptance comes eventually
 We all know it's not going to be easy
 and I wish you'd be so kind
 to ease my mind
Will we ever see each other again ?
Will you remember me then ?
Are you in peace wherever you are ?
Is heaven near or pretty far ?
Are you an angel or a star ?
Am I ever going to get over this scar ?
I'm going to be fine one day
Still, forgive me 'cause it's not going to be today ..."


MKS

Continua ...


Insomnia Chapter XVIII

Locked in the dungeons paying her dues
we find poor Lil' Missy.
Bloody Queen ordered her imprisonment after
that last stunt she pulled.
Being good on a screwed up and upside down
world is actually of no use. So her fate is to take
a small glimpse of those sun rays through those cold
steel bars set on that tiny window.
Her supposedly good deed unleashed pain and chaos all
over Insomnia, the Queen got so mad that she wanted to
banish Lil' Missy forever.
After a long assembly between all the dolls they decided that she, being
one of their own, would be allowed to stay in Insomnia and in the mannor as
long as she remains locked up and watched twenty four seven.



The job of looking out for Missy landed on Hell Bitch's lap, so she also has a tiny room next to those creepy and unpleasant dungeons.
She's her caretaker now, unlike her she's not restrained to the place even so it's where she spends most of her time.
Her room is small and hot as hell, she feeds on the flames created by her anger.
She's vicious, and you should never cross her path without a good reason for it.
She's capable of doing anything to protect Insomnia ant it's Queen, same as the rest of the dolls.
A true soldier fighting for the cause, so if that means keeping an eye on Lil' Missy preventing her from doing something stupid as before that's exactly what she'll do.

"What good is a heart
    that's doomed to break  
Get torn apart
   and put this land at stake 

What good is a flame 
that someone will 
blow away 
What a shame 
there's nothing more 
   left to say ... "

"Hell's fury will come down 
on you 
We'll protect the crown 
even if it's the last thing 
we'll do 

This soldier will never 
back down 
We'll keep on fighting 
holding our ground 
What goes around 
comes back around 
We'll twist and bend
our fate 
while for you 
   well it's too damn late !"

Before we move on I would like to share with you another small tale, it's called The 5 stages to a cold stone  heart. 

" The alarm clock is on, welcome back
   Reality just hit you, you're still on the wrong track
   becareful little girl or you might fall off the map
   It's a sad day  but we're still gonna rap
   I wondered how it would be the first time facing death
   Pain and misunterstanding, so do the math
   First comes Denial, you wake up everyday
  Thinking it was all a nightmare, she's okay
  Then in the next five minutes you come to your senses
  You're a big girl, you should give up all these nonsense
  I stare at your picture wondering why'd you had to go so soon
  There are already enough stars around the moon
  The Anger continues to build up
  Everybody's worried now, but you don't give a fuck
  It's an awful anguish that gets you down on your knees
  Begging at the skies, bring her back please !
  The Bargaining is one of the saddest moments of these steps
  They see me drowning, they're placing their bets
  Is she going to make it ? Her whole world is upside down
  But her heart is still beating and she still holds the crown
  Tried to reason with God, offered him all I had
  He didn't take it, I got really mad
  So negotiations switched sides, went to the underground
 The devil laughed in my face, it was an excruciating sound
 He couldn't do shit, sent me on my way
 Now I'm roaming around, can't remember how to pray

 Depression hits you, you're all alone
 They try to pick you up, but you are on your own
 Pitch black room, pieces of the heart shattered all over the floor
 You can't seem to get past the idea of nothing being like before
 All I've got left are happy memories, that I wouldn't trade for the Universe
 And all I can give you now is each verse
 Then Acceptance comes eventually
 We all know it's not going to be easy
 and I wish you'd be so kind
 to ease my mind
Will we ever see each other again ?
Will you remember me then ?
Are you in peace wherever you are ?
Is heaven near or pretty far ?
Are you an angel or a star ?
Am I ever going to get over this scar ?
I'm going to be fine one day
Still, forgive me 'cause it's not going to be today ..."

MKS

To be continued...

domingo, 13 de setembro de 2015

Insomnia Capitulo XVII

Na porta ao lado encontramos a cripta da Plague,
o sitio escuro e assustador onde ela passa grande
parte dos seus dias, completamente só, culpando-se
pelo seu suposto defeito. O coração que ainda sangra.
Não teve qualquer hipótese ao enfrentar o amor, o coração foi
arrancado, condenado a nunca mais bater mesmo depois da D.O.C 
lho ter restituído.
Demonstrar os sentimentos pode ser bastante perigoso e a nossa
querida Plague aprendeu essa lição da pior maneira.
Felizmente chega sempre a altura em que nos apercebemos de que
nada nos serve chorar pelos cantos, não resolve nada.
A única coisa a fazer é apanharmos os pedaços e retaliar.
Por isso mesmo a pequena Plague tornou-se numa guerreira, uma assassina,
 a faca que leva para todo o lado já se encontra manchada,
ainda assim ela agarra-se a uma pequena réstia de esperança no que toca a encontrar um dia o seu cavaleiro.
Através de gengivas ensanguentadas, unhas lascadas, lágrimas e suor
ela tornou-se no vosso pior pesadelo.


" Deep scar, old memory
Dark ages of history
   They played their tricks 
on you 
   And there was nothing 
  You could do

  Left in the corner 
  alone to cry
   Didn't even kiss you 
 goodbye 

Your ego is smothering 
 my pride 
 Time to face the living 
 dead bride 
The Plague, your nightmare 
Don't you dare 
to say I'm not fair 
This hatred is consuming me 
You better stand back baby 
'till my last breath 
I shall avenge this wrath 

Cry me a river or even a sea
That won't change 
  What has been done to me."


Continua ...

Insomnia Chapter XVII

Next door we'll find Plague's crypt, the dark,
scary place where she spends most of her days
all alone blaming herself for her supposed defect. Her bleeding heart.
When facing love she stood no chance, the heart got ripped, never to
beat again even after D.O.C put it back again.
Wearing your heart on the sleeve can get quite dangerous and our
dearest Plague learnt that the hard way.
Fortunately there's a time when you realize that there's no point in
crying around, that won't solve anything.
The only thing left for you to do is to pick up the pieces and fight back.
So our little Plague became a warrior, a killer, the knife she always carries around
is already tainted, still she holds on to a little spark of hope in finding her
shining knight someday.
Through bleeding gums, broken nails, tears and sweat, she became your worst nightmare.

" Deep scar, old memory
Dark ages of history
   They played their tricks 
on you 
   And there was nothing 
  You could do

  Left in the corner 
  alone to cry
   Didn't even kiss you 
 goodbye 

Your ego is smothering 
 my pride 
 Time to face the living 
 dead bride 
The Plague, your nightmare 
Don't you dare 
to say I'm not fair 
This hatred is consuming me 
You better stand back baby 
'till my last breath 
I shall avenge this wrath 

Cry me a river or even a sea
That won't change 
  What has been done to me."


To be continued...

sábado, 12 de setembro de 2015

Insomnia Capitulo XVI

Agora meus amigos vamos prosseguir com esta visita
no andar de baixo, onde as últimas dolls vivem.
Em primeiro lugar levo-vos até ao laboratório onde a nossa
Doutora Frankenstein se encontra, apresento-vos D.O.C.



Para os que não a conhecem, D.O.C significa Filha do Caos, mas visto que está sempre a tentar auxiliar as dolls através da ciência é conhecida por D.O.C
Esta doll foi a criadora tanto da Plague como da Black Widow, tal como já havia explicado, ela foi capaz de agarrar nestes dois pedaços de alma e tentou criar as verdadeiras dolls guerreiras. Tal como também já expliquei antes não correu exactamente como esperado, pelo menos com a Plague.
Infelizmente a Plague não foi o seu último erro, depois de perceber que o azar no que toca ao amor iria persistir ela decidiu fazer algo para ajudar. 
Mas a D.O.C está longe de ser um cupido decente e as coisas não correram nada bem. 
Ela achou que podia criar um verdadeiro príncipe, isto tudo começou quando deu conta da dor em que a Plague se estava a afundar.  
De modo a perceberem do que raio estou a falar apresento-vos o conto do Noivo Frankenstein

"So D.O.C solved the problem, she created Black Widow
but one night she looked out the window
and she saw Plague, wearing that shabby wedding dress
sitting in the corner, bloodshot eyes, a complete mess 
Even with no heart, she can't forget that fake prince 
she has been crying about it ever since ...
D.O.C decided that something had to be done
before she considers a bullet and a cold gun
So how about building the perfect man 
putting together parts of the lovers from back then
It's basically a new concept of voodoo doll
he will be your puppet, it might work after all;
She got down to business, and gathered the boys 
four of them, nowadays merely toys;
Locked them up, they have no idea what they are here for 
Go on dear try to bust that door !
He will be put together limb by limb, torn apart like yourself 
and his heart will be kept on the shelf !
So first we take that first love out of the cage
Step back ladies we know that there's a lot of rage 
towards this someone who introduced you to pain 
at such an early age 
What we'll take from him are those pretty eyes
but not his lips, those are full with lies !
Ok one down, three to go
Are you enjoying this little show?

Next comes the causer of that raw attraction
so of course he will provide the body, let's pass to action !
Hummm you are going to enjoy this dear
Plague is going to flip when she sees what we are doing here 
So we need the lips, bring that fling to me !
this is as perfect as it can be
not a true love's kiss but there's passion along the way
and he will be all yours, go ahead you can play !
Oh wait there's something missing
you need more besides the squeezing and kissing
We don't have a brain
We can't take one from them, they are all the same
too damn slow and lame
Oh fuck ! This whole project just went down the drain 
all this hard work for nothing, what a shame
I'm sorry Plague, I thought I could pull this off, I'm the one to blame
So now we are left with incomplete bodies 
filled with scars and sad stories, 
Oh but wait there's one left completly untouched , it can't be
Plague can you come here baby?
Let's rip his heart out, just for fun 
Ready? Stay still, okay, done !
Don't you feel better now ? I know I do
He was the only one to whom I said I love you too
There is a reason why I never said it again
we could never reuse anything from this man !
Alrighty then ...
So now we close this prototype stitch by stitch 
and the rest will be thrown in the ditch !
Never happened, we'll move on
we'll close the grave before dawn !
We won't give up love, I know that this might sound pretty insane 
but who knows maybe one day you'll be walking down the lane 
and you'll find the perfect brain !

Ah ah let's not lose hope yet ! "

MKS 

A frustração da D.O.C levou-a a investigar de modo a melhorar este perverso projecto. 
Portanto enquanto ainda se encontrava no mundo real ela começou a usar indivíduos comuns cujos ela raptava e escondia do conhecimento das outras dolls. Retirava deles qualquer coisa que achasse útil, um coração, uma alma, aqueles bonitos olhos e por aí a fora. 
Desnecessário será dizer que a experiência foi um fracasso, e por isso mesmo encobriu tudo, deixando esses projectos para trás partindo com as outras dolls para Insomnia.  
Estas experiências que não são dolls nem humanos, são chamados de Némesis. 
Todos nós sabemos que a verdade vem ao de cima, não importa quão fundo a enterras, e eles andam a tentar entrar na ilha há bastante tempo. Até agora a barreira mágica que impede a entrada a tudo e todos tem prevenido um desastre, mas quem sabe até quando vai durar. 

A D.O.C é considerada o cérebro da operação, a criadora das melhores bestas, 
Vive para isso, passa a maior parte do tempo no laboratório, vive lá praticamente. Junto de todos aqueles tubos de ensaio, agulhas e linhas e explosões por todo o lado. É uma artista sem duvida, ainda assim deixa-se levar constantemente ultrapassando com frequência o limite entre o certo e o errado. 


" Hell is full of good intentions they say

and the despair may 
lead you on into seeing 
a new day

Everything's chaotic 
madness scattered 
everywhere
  when it comes to being ordinary
     they wouldn't dare ..."


Continua...



Insomnia Chapter XVI

Now my friends we'll take this tour downstairs,
where the last four dolls live.
First I'll take you to the Lab where our own Dr. Frankenstein is,
I bring to you the D.O.C.
For those of you who don't know D.O.C actually stands for
Daughter of Chaos, but since she's always trying to help the dolls
through science she's known as D.O.C.




This doll was the creator of both Plague and Black Widow as I explained
before, she was able to take these two shreds of soul and tried to create the ultimate warrior dolls.
As I told you before that didn't turn out exactly as she hoped for, at least not with Plague.
Unfortunately Plague wasn't her last mistake, after realizing that their bad luck when it comes to love would persist she decided to give them a hand. But D.O.C is far from being a good kind of Cupid and things didn't turn out as nicely as she thought.
She believed she could create a real life prince, this whole thing started once she realized in what sort of pain Plague was drowning into.
In order for you to understand what the hell I'm talking about I present you the Tale of the Frankengroom.

"So D.O.C solved the problem, she created Black Widow
but one night she looked out the window
and she saw Plague, wearing that shabby wedding dress
sitting in the corner, bloodshot eyes, a complete mess 
Even with no heart, she can't forget that fake prince 
she has been crying about it ever since ...
D.O.C decided that something had to be done
before she considers a bullet and a cold gun
So how about building the perfect man 
putting together parts of the lovers from back then
It's basically a new concept of voodoo doll
he will be your puppet, it might work after all;
She got down to business, and gathered the boys 
four of them, nowadays merely toys;
Locked them up, they have no idea what they are here for 
Go on dear try to bust that door !
He will be put together limb by limb, torn apart like yourself 
and his heart will be kept on the shelf !
So first we take that first love out of the cage
Step back ladies we know that there's a lot of rage 
towards this someone who introduced you to pain 
at such an early age 
What we'll take from him are those pretty eyes
but not his lips, those are full with lies !
Ok one down, three to go
Are you enjoying this little show?

Next comes the causer of that raw attraction
so of course he will provide the body, let's pass to action !
Hummm you are going to enjoy this dear
Plague is going to flip when she sees what we are doing here 
So we need the lips, bring that fling to me !
this is as perfect as it can be
not a true love's kiss but there's passion along the way
and he will be all yours, go ahead you can play !
Oh wait there's something missing
you need more besides the squeezing and kissing
We don't have a brain
We can't take one from them, they are all the same
too damn slow and lame
Oh fuck ! This whole project just went down the drain 
all this hard work for nothing, what a shame
I'm sorry Plague, I thought I could pull this off, I'm the one to blame
So now we are left with incomplete bodies 
filled with scars and sad stories, 
Oh but wait there's one left completly untouched , it can't be
Plague can you come here baby?
Let's rip his heart out, just for fun 
Ready? Stay still, okay, done !
Don't you feel better now ? I know I do
He was the only one to whom I said I love you too
There is a reason why I never said it again
we could never reuse anything from this man !
Alrighty then ...
So now we close this prototype stitch by stitch 
and the rest will be thrown in the ditch !
Never happened, we'll move on
we'll close the grave before dawn !
We won't give up love, I know that this might sound pretty insane 
but who knows maybe one day you'll be walking down the lane 
and you'll find the perfect brain !

Ah ah let's not lose hope yet ! "

MKS 

D.O.C's frustration led her to investigate in order to improve this wicked project of hers,
So while still on the real world she started using  common individuals, that she would kidnap and hide away form the other dolls knowledge. She would take out of them whatever useful thing she could find, a heart, a soul, those pretty eyes and so on.
Needless to say that the whole experience was a failure, so she covered the whole thing up abandoning those projects on earth leaving with the other dolls to Insomnia.
These creatures nor humans nor dolls are called The Nemeses.
We all know the truth always comes up no matter how deep you bury it and they've been trying to get in the island for a while now.
At this point the magical barrier that keeps anyone or anything from going in has been preventing a disaster, but who knows until when this will last.


D.O.C is considered the brain of the operation, the creator of the finest beasts. 
She lives for this, so she spends most of her time down in the Lab, she pratically lives there, Beside those test tubes, the threads and needles same as those blasting explosions all over the place. She's an artist no doubt there, even so she can actually get too caught up in her plotting crossing the line of right and wrong too often. 

" Hell is full of good intentions they say
and the despair may 
lead you on into seeing 
a new day

Everything's chaotic 
madness scattered 
everywhere
  when it comes to being ordinary
     they wouldn't dare ..."



To be continued ...

quinta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2015

What's hidden on those walls

Here I've been at
my worst
and rose to my
very best
Always put through
the test
I've been hated on,
envied at
I took those shots for
those who had my back
I've been loved, I've been
hugged and talked about
We laughed, we cried,
it echoed each shout
We sweated, we danced
around
You swept my feet off
the ground
I flew, I fell
I sunk so low
I've followed the rhythm
I've gone with the flow
I've been kissed,
I got laid
I was his fuck buddy;
His sweet mermaid
that got stranded on
the shore
Poor sucker after bumps and
bruises kept coming
back for more

We toasted, we created
each memory
Like it or not  we made
history
I got my heart broken,
tried to forget each fight
Lord knows how I got
through each night
fake smiles, a mascarade
ball
and me, the queen of them
all
We sang along
we tried to fix what was
wrecked for too long
We kept secrets, made our
own swear
We kind of allowed ourselves
to believe
that we would always be here
Each bottle down,
and a lullaby
each darn goodbye
What we lost in the flames
it's ashes in the wind
Give us one last song
to sing

We followed each note
with the thrill of the chase
Yes maybe it was indeed a
weird phase
The best and the worse
a gift and a curse
What we know, and what we
will never forget
Life lessons darling
that's what I collect
Small mistakes, hardly
a regret ...

MKS