Here is full consciousness
Marcelo Moreira
Of a living world of infinite creation
An atmosphere of clean expressions
Digested, pure, uninhibited
Of Being, in the various sensations
A Being made of ideas
Ideas that the ego abstracts from the spheres
Analytical, active
A false Self
A Self
Which attracts primitive crickets to the shadows of mental plantations
The food
The food of fear
Like infiltrating pests that devour crops
Converging crops
The ego
The ego rhymes thoughts that diverge and devour
Devouring fertile land among blind ideas
Out of control
Just like weeds
Weeds for an exacerbated mind
A nutritious food
A necessary seasoning
But which weakens the trees of the psyche
That grow
Grow in freedom, expansion
Expanding consciousness
Balancing constructive ideas
And the alkaline connections of love
Just like crickets
The primitive crickets
Who at the end of their service
Stimulate acid memories
Distorted
Memories of a forgotten past
That expand in the present moment
The now full of illusions
Anonymous
Antagonistic
Trapped in time
Memories sent to the cerebral world
Intellective
Cognitive
Intellectual
Expand
Spread
They expand and spread in the mind and confuse the Being itself
Which, unaware of its vices
Absorbs energies from different realities
Parallel
Loaded with battles, paths, choices
And where is its essence?
The essence is hidden in the ethereal fields
Far from the subtle traps of psychic labyrinths
Playful games awaken a new abode
In the synaptic islands of a new mental state
A creative mind
Creatively necessary
To the 7 inner bodies
In the repurification of the Soul
In the renewal of Being
In the reconfiguration of the Cosmos within and beyond
Beyond what the eye can see
A psychic journey
Intrinsic
Infinite
Necessary
In the digestion of oneself
The place where you create and recreate worlds
Building and deconstructing mental walls
That reflect
Reflect the actions of an intense life
Of extreme reactions
Healthy and organic
Or organically unhealthy
You never know the outcome
But they’re not always like flowers in the garden
Nor are they just confusions at a banquet of suggestions
Anyway
If there are such fruitful universes in the midst of chaos
There is the Being eating the creative fruit
There is the human being eating the creative fruit
Of the being in the manner of the divine soul.
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Read our “Camouflage” issue in full
RAWGUE.’s 4th issue delved into the grey, moody, and cold atmosphere of winter. Yet it did not sink into the depths of madness or depression. Instead, it embraced this season of hibernation, allowing 31 artists from all over the world to present their timid work beneath a veil of quiet beauty.
A visceral, intense, profound, and underground artist. Marcelo Moreira is a Brazilian poet and actor. Born and raised in Salvador, Brazil. Author of the literary book ‘Society of Modern Slaves’ (2022) and, as well as being a performer, also sings and dances. Produces his own artistic performances, which come about through interpretations of his own poetry. Won several trophies, honors, and awards in the literary and audiovisual world, especially abroad.
A collection of poems titled “PSYCHE: THE SOUL OF THE SHADOWS”
