My sword of Pioneer

The necklace of love,
the water of peace,
shall there never be another,
him only the one to say,

the throne is his,
under the sun his sweat shed,
no words though, only a thought crossed,
when to Thee my soul be,

Pain no more feels, he,
cry no more for tears,
on his feet of weak,
stand still like a rock,

No ersatz camouflage, 
soul of formosity, 
sagacious of purity, 
envelope the whole agony. 

The end of Twelve Magic Romance 

The twelve years just passed and spread all the seeds, 

now only memories remain in the hearts of nothingness, 

no time, nor space like it was, only streams of rush and hurry, 

try to remain in silence, but it seems hard and painful, 

twelve years passed and nothing was written, 

just an empty jar of red wine that has never been filled. 

Ran out of the trail, chasing the moon fire, 

still unable to stable, though thousands of way was taken,

this romance of twelve just ended up in a glass of empty wine,

tears dry out, struggles fade away, faith disappear, 

this twelve magic way has come to an end. 

Cogitation is the way some says, but the body is too weak,

though the soul dances and follow the sound easily, 

the body is lament and cripple like no bones in it. 

it is time for the body to lay down in the stillness of the night,

to say nothing but emptiness of the underground. 

Marito Goncalves Leite/ Ano Lemorai

DEAR FATHER FELISBERTO GONCALVES 

Sleeping in the solitude,

knowing not of the outsides,

no more cries nor screams,

just a deep of sleep, in the paradise of ocean.

candles to lit on,

flowers to give on,

tears to fall down,

to grind off his paradise,

sleeps and dreams in buoy,

like no more to the flesh,

soul says and tells. 

the story had come to an end.

To bear down on, no more,

cogitate only in the stillness of the night,

under the moon and in the eerie breeze. 

Sitting I am, under the shade of the moon,

and tell the story of his amazing life. 

MUITO OBRIGADO MEU PAE,  

Words of the Ocean deep


smiling pain covers,
weary souls cry,
black hearts appear,
celebrates the filth,
lovely wound cracks,
the paradise of mind. 


whomsoever to see,
whatsoever to reveal,
still alone to be.
the soul of wound.

Rain stops for reason,
heart cries for season,
of the T finally remains,
the answer to the mind,
stuck in the ocean of thoughts. 



Marito Goncalves Leite/Ano
LM forever

Crack of heart


Heart is rolling,
to the paradise,
will or won't,
still not known, I 


Rest a while,
wine or whisky,
husks still no doubt,
meaningless, yes 


fought the pain,
yet, others creeping,
cover the smiling heart,
blew the mind of pacific.


dancing fingers,
fighting white,
try always, not win though,
till time set apart,
the beauty from the dust.


Marito Goncalves Leite/ Ano Lemorai 

No difference

 

white or black are colors,

why bother? just the color! 

The souls remain the same

To the dust shall, we return!

 

No white, no black,

no red, nor brown 

say it never, I am on my own.

 

change the view of your eyes,

see all as human,

creation of the omnipotent

see all with the fire of love!

 

shed the laughter of love,

crack apart the haughty heart.

change the world into your own paradise,

to see the smiles of humble hearts. 

Marito Goncalves Leite/Ano

 

Dear Sirs/Madams of so called powerful leaders

War will exist always and last forever as long as selfishness alive in hearts. When greed of thrones and power come to alive,this beautiful world will come to its end.

poverty and starvation become a part of the haves-nots. wars let them have their lives sacrificed. they do not want to die in that way. they do not either want to die for hunger.

They still have too, though! why can't we help them? It is not that simple I know! but at least we could use the war budgets to grow plants and save the water.  Do not just show off power! As if you were the ruler of the world. try help them!release them all from those chains.

Can Obama and Puttin 'the wind and fire' of the world sit together, lift up the burden of this world by changing their weapons into hoes and get all soldiers to plow soils that the poor can grow plants instead of growing hatred and abhorrence toward them?

can they send plow-armed troops to help the poor by giving them life skills of saving the earth instead  of sending troops to train them in using weapon and to say 'fire' and 'blow' ?

Can Kim Yong Un shut down the nuclear weapon he made to destroy human being?

shoot as many rockets and missiles he intends to. Remember Kim! You just build up a huge block toward yourself.

you are still something but nothing! showing off power as you will live forever and never die! you plant grass and hope for rice to grow?

Can the so religious claimers all around the world see everyone as himself, instead? Hi! say not you are religious once you still easy to see bad parts of your fellow beings. Disdaining and smirking on others beliefs and treat them like enemy of yours.

I am not perfectionist! "I am just I am" who is trying to go up the highest mountain of your heart. Sit a while and rest out your brain from your "duty of killing". Get the dress of selfishness out of your real heart. Put all your ambitions of killing others off your mind. You will find there are so many hungry hearts of love and peace waiting for you to set them free of their hungers and let them rest in a piece of peace on their hours of death.

You see women and children cry for protection not punching hands. You might think I am crazy to write all these. It is not a big deal, though!  I am fed up with all your boastful words of making peace! You apparently just want to show your power of ruling the whole world!

I can't bear to say all these out of my heart since the cry of the little children all around the world gets me wake up in the middle of the night because his father just slaughtered before him, or women who cried for her lovely skinny baby dying of starvation and her lovely son who has to labor all day long to get a piece of dirty bread from the greedy tyrant.

If you ask who I am to say all these, I am nobody but one of the human beings on earth who has been sick of war and cruelty.

I am just a beggar of peace and unconditional love on Earth for all human race, religion, tribes, and all reasons that cause wars around the world.

Answer me! Will the new sophisticated weapons and nuclear bombs always become absolute ways to overcome problems in this lovely Mother Earth while there is still a hope for a sincere smiles and handshakings to help little children of the poor who cry to have a drop of fresh milk, and water, and a spoon of food?

"ASK NOT WHO I AM TO SEND YOU THIS, ASK WHY SHOULD I KNOCK ON THE DOORS of YOUR HEARTS"

YOURS SINCERELY,

THE SON OF THE EAST-EAST