Bulletproof vest
empty princess
mahogany treasure chest
Do I want it anymore? Do I want it less?
She looks down like mounted police!
Cogs and bolts lashed together by steel
She turns and turns like a metal flywheel
Well oiled as such
doesn´t care for me much
Thinks I´m an animal yet to heal
Riot shield shock
princess locked
The world remains unrocked
How do we knock her socks off?
Or her titanium frock?
segunda-feira, 29 de abril de 2013
True idea
Maximum strain
Sure ridicule
Through sweatstains
No false fool
Banged into shape
By each continents coasts
Calmed by each lake
That each continent boasts
The true idea no one truth
Reflections of the fighter
The accused without proof
The sought manner to make lighter
A fully laden roof
The blessing of a far off cloud
Pleasant sundown the sky a smile
The breeze a hand on your back you feel sound
In the pain and cold of a jealous meanwhile
In the lonely hours before you die
Sure ridicule
Through sweatstains
No false fool
Banged into shape
By each continents coasts
Calmed by each lake
That each continent boasts
The true idea no one truth
Reflections of the fighter
The accused without proof
The sought manner to make lighter
A fully laden roof
The blessing of a far off cloud
Pleasant sundown the sky a smile
The breeze a hand on your back you feel sound
In the pain and cold of a jealous meanwhile
In the lonely hours before you die
Simple rejections
Blow off
As a begger come to wash your dirty window
as a hussler come to con you into wickedness
No not those things
Let down for suspicions break my image up
No room in that heart
sooner see me depart
Tear my chance up
Avoid now, not your type
Can´t acquire this with a credit card swipe
Can´t seem to add it to a love life
Just put love in your hand
Instead of words in your mouth
Wishing simply to touch skin and hear laughing
Simply easy to blow off.
As a begger come to wash your dirty window
as a hussler come to con you into wickedness
No not those things
Let down for suspicions break my image up
No room in that heart
sooner see me depart
Tear my chance up
Avoid now, not your type
Can´t acquire this with a credit card swipe
Can´t seem to add it to a love life
Just put love in your hand
Instead of words in your mouth
Wishing simply to touch skin and hear laughing
Simply easy to blow off.
sábado, 27 de abril de 2013
Cynics love express
The truth about love
Give it
Away it goes
does it make more of itself in your heart?
Send it
Give it all out
something is bound to return
like a burning ball
when your thirsty
Send it out there just don´t quit
make the one who doesn´t love you throw a fucking fit
convince them of nothing
lose your nature and sit
Distribute it like a miracle
one that your church ordained
See it fall down on the uninterested
like motherfucking blackrain
Give it
Away it goes
does it make more of itself in your heart?
Send it
Give it all out
something is bound to return
like a burning ball
when your thirsty
Send it out there just don´t quit
make the one who doesn´t love you throw a fucking fit
convince them of nothing
lose your nature and sit
Distribute it like a miracle
one that your church ordained
See it fall down on the uninterested
like motherfucking blackrain
Righteous of heart as a bitch
The victor steals heaven and makes the righteous of heart his bitch
He treads and draws blade
Undoes zip and deflowers niiave teenage girl
Rules the world with fear
Breeds catacombs of thugs
Renders goodness absent from the earth
panache and signals
violence and deep pockets
no questions and submission at behest
The victor steals and holds appeal what pain can he have in hell
when the devil longs for his ranks to swell
Souls of little regard and eternal use
All take a piece of the action without refusal
And what is heaven without the rapture
Without it´s pointed purpose
Within each man woman and beast´s breast
is a hungry demon vexed
He treads and draws blade
Undoes zip and deflowers niiave teenage girl
Rules the world with fear
Breeds catacombs of thugs
Renders goodness absent from the earth
panache and signals
violence and deep pockets
no questions and submission at behest
The victor steals and holds appeal what pain can he have in hell
when the devil longs for his ranks to swell
Souls of little regard and eternal use
All take a piece of the action without refusal
And what is heaven without the rapture
Without it´s pointed purpose
Within each man woman and beast´s breast
is a hungry demon vexed
Cursed night
Cursed night
Thick life won´t let me out.
Streets like prisons
Absorb it all
Roads as grey as depression itself
Night savours lonliness heartless princesses cackle
Why a piece of poisoned cake on your plate gobble then!
Gobble then plenty when it´s cursed as bad burials are
as bad omens hinder
as big eyes of envy have stared and marked thereof
Black night hungry and filthy
letting you dream
but not so far from your ugly reality
Thick life won´t let me out.
Streets like prisons
Absorb it all
Roads as grey as depression itself
Night savours lonliness heartless princesses cackle
Why a piece of poisoned cake on your plate gobble then!
Gobble then plenty when it´s cursed as bad burials are
as bad omens hinder
as big eyes of envy have stared and marked thereof
Black night hungry and filthy
letting you dream
but not so far from your ugly reality
From the cage
From the cage
eaten by dawn marinated in sage
Yes the herb and seven blades
yes the death slow and rage
yes the laughter of pursed mouths and ravens
And the holler of a cave dwelling fiend
the evil lives in darkness
procreates aswell
And when the evil stats a peaking
The hunger starts to swell
Like an infection
All that breaks out in violence
spinning souring in the tense
When giant bitter bastards seem to take offence
Dark goblin hoards empty a village of peaceful souls
There´ll be teeth and blades and trolls and rage
Where did they get such anger?
What did life take from them
Slurping in the darkness and coughing up flem.
eaten by dawn marinated in sage
Yes the herb and seven blades
yes the death slow and rage
yes the laughter of pursed mouths and ravens
And the holler of a cave dwelling fiend
the evil lives in darkness
procreates aswell
And when the evil stats a peaking
The hunger starts to swell
Like an infection
All that breaks out in violence
spinning souring in the tense
When giant bitter bastards seem to take offence
Dark goblin hoards empty a village of peaceful souls
There´ll be teeth and blades and trolls and rage
Where did they get such anger?
What did life take from them
Slurping in the darkness and coughing up flem.
One legged man
That one legged man
Oh he knows we all need something and he sells
He speaks the language of a thousand lies
he has trouble in the hour eye to eye
But many eat it up like it´s the raw grandeur of some family tree
He would be the gossip of noble women and their noon tea
few could coerce on one leg but he does without a peg
Ripping us off with his bad deals
The spiels are rippling
Like the pride of kipling
Note little rests beyond his mouth
There´ll be no recompense upon the mount
Every deal finds itself
it´s own core going south
Oh he knows we all need something and he sells
He speaks the language of a thousand lies
he has trouble in the hour eye to eye
But many eat it up like it´s the raw grandeur of some family tree
He would be the gossip of noble women and their noon tea
few could coerce on one leg but he does without a peg
Ripping us off with his bad deals
The spiels are rippling
Like the pride of kipling
Note little rests beyond his mouth
There´ll be no recompense upon the mount
Every deal finds itself
it´s own core going south
Humbled by nature
Humbled by nature
(short story)
The farmer "Drulon" had had a good year that year.
Mainly dealing in orchard fruits that were abundant during this harvest,
he also saw a difference in the health of his lifestock.
They were genuinely showing signs of vigour and their young fetched incredible prices.
Some had said it was because of the favourable aspect the valley gave.
Others murmured rumours of witchcraft.
Though it was neither of the theories and many spent considerable time thinking about what it might be that aided his crops and the feed of lifestock that had given so much vigour to his farm.
The mayor of the city neubrück even went to visit him on behalf of his profitable
dealings with the various satelite shires.
Envy burst into the village centre when cowards found balls and offended his wife and kin as they passed by in new attire.
But to little avail for the wellwishers were so flatering in their remarks that good will and peace had marked the soul and coated it in an armour that other villages but wasted their breath on trying to dent.
Neighbours had also seen a good return on their crops and lifestock but none as prosperous as those of our friend "Drulon" and his family.
His sons both wounded in a local war were given special treatment by medical specialists called in from afar the cost was heavy but even so the house of "Drolon" had credit to burn.
Drulon himself had bought himself a larger piece of land expanding his property. He also had money to invest into the local council office and was to recieve a percentage of the annual town taxes!
A very curious uncle who dealt in military wares and was extremely well to do etc couldn´t let the mystery of this man´s prosperity lie. He took it on himself to visit and pay tribute to leverage a reasonable answer from his dead brother´s son.
On arrival the uncle presented exotic gifts, tributes and compliments which made "Drulon" drunk on flattery. Drulon was surely bought and rather high on life after recieving such great presents and words from an uncle who was often cold and distant.
"Drulon" put his cards on the table and told his uncle all about what had inspired such a sudden growth within his acres.
He said "The local war has seen many dead on my land, many men were slaughtered in my orchards and grounds. The only part of my lands that were damaged were the pastures but none of my lifestock was touched."
"We buried the men where they lay and thought no more of it, though there was no priest to bless their bodies as they were lain to rest. Afterwards however we did find a Holy man actually more like a prophet we called. Alas he was slaughtered a month ago by tax collectors in the capital for preaching of freedoms our land has never seen.
We paid him his journey to the capital and felt guilty for doing so.
Though in each area he blessed the bodies our crops and lifestock yielded tenfold!!!
The uncle cackled "What a píty I could use a prophet for my son´s properties.
Drulon simply smiled and said it was god´s will.
Months later the uncle´s son had buried deadbodies all over his property, he searched for a prophet or a holy man who would help. But none would come or be called. The continual rains of the winter moistened the soil and many of his crops died of fungus related disease.
His uncle had believed his nephew a lier and that the true answer despite having given so many tributes was yet hidden from him. His rage and bitterness only aaccelerated the already strong fugal spores in the man´s lungs.
As "Drulon continued to see the favour of the seasons his uncle saw but demise.
And became one of the last bodies to be buried on his sons land.
(short story)
The farmer "Drulon" had had a good year that year.
Mainly dealing in orchard fruits that were abundant during this harvest,
he also saw a difference in the health of his lifestock.
They were genuinely showing signs of vigour and their young fetched incredible prices.
Some had said it was because of the favourable aspect the valley gave.
Others murmured rumours of witchcraft.
Though it was neither of the theories and many spent considerable time thinking about what it might be that aided his crops and the feed of lifestock that had given so much vigour to his farm.
The mayor of the city neubrück even went to visit him on behalf of his profitable
dealings with the various satelite shires.
Envy burst into the village centre when cowards found balls and offended his wife and kin as they passed by in new attire.
But to little avail for the wellwishers were so flatering in their remarks that good will and peace had marked the soul and coated it in an armour that other villages but wasted their breath on trying to dent.
Neighbours had also seen a good return on their crops and lifestock but none as prosperous as those of our friend "Drulon" and his family.
His sons both wounded in a local war were given special treatment by medical specialists called in from afar the cost was heavy but even so the house of "Drolon" had credit to burn.
Drulon himself had bought himself a larger piece of land expanding his property. He also had money to invest into the local council office and was to recieve a percentage of the annual town taxes!
A very curious uncle who dealt in military wares and was extremely well to do etc couldn´t let the mystery of this man´s prosperity lie. He took it on himself to visit and pay tribute to leverage a reasonable answer from his dead brother´s son.
On arrival the uncle presented exotic gifts, tributes and compliments which made "Drulon" drunk on flattery. Drulon was surely bought and rather high on life after recieving such great presents and words from an uncle who was often cold and distant.
"Drulon" put his cards on the table and told his uncle all about what had inspired such a sudden growth within his acres.
He said "The local war has seen many dead on my land, many men were slaughtered in my orchards and grounds. The only part of my lands that were damaged were the pastures but none of my lifestock was touched."
"We buried the men where they lay and thought no more of it, though there was no priest to bless their bodies as they were lain to rest. Afterwards however we did find a Holy man actually more like a prophet we called. Alas he was slaughtered a month ago by tax collectors in the capital for preaching of freedoms our land has never seen.
We paid him his journey to the capital and felt guilty for doing so.
Though in each area he blessed the bodies our crops and lifestock yielded tenfold!!!
The uncle cackled "What a píty I could use a prophet for my son´s properties.
Drulon simply smiled and said it was god´s will.
Months later the uncle´s son had buried deadbodies all over his property, he searched for a prophet or a holy man who would help. But none would come or be called. The continual rains of the winter moistened the soil and many of his crops died of fungus related disease.
His uncle had believed his nephew a lier and that the true answer despite having given so many tributes was yet hidden from him. His rage and bitterness only aaccelerated the already strong fugal spores in the man´s lungs.
As "Drulon continued to see the favour of the seasons his uncle saw but demise.
And became one of the last bodies to be buried on his sons land.
domingo, 21 de abril de 2013
quinta-feira, 18 de abril de 2013
Night food poison
Bad eating that is
The beef I cooked didn´t soften
The sauce made it edible
The rice became a gluggy mess
sleep and digestion requested time
... ...
Words and notes accompanied me to lillywhite´s
I said be kind to me weehours
The stirring cooled
the eyelids heavied
I awoke a freak before dawn
pillow on the floor
Sweat on my forehead
The day had begun for the night was bad eating.
The beef I cooked didn´t soften
The sauce made it edible
The rice became a gluggy mess
sleep and digestion requested time
... ...
Words and notes accompanied me to lillywhite´s
I said be kind to me weehours
The stirring cooled
the eyelids heavied
I awoke a freak before dawn
pillow on the floor
Sweat on my forehead
The day had begun for the night was bad eating.
How the bell grings
Gring goes yes it does
Talk about how the gring goes
They say it´s all about passports
Not funny ideas under blond hair flow
They say it´s break a branch simple
...
Well take a foreign teen
and pop an adolescent gringo´s pimple
How does the gring go?
By steel the smile is forged
The bell goes gring and he is the late teacher
He is the slow learner he is the patient
He is the semi deciduous forest
The treacherous mine
The gring goes through the same
process assimilating like everyday
rained amnesia on his reality
Like being an outsider was a sweet novelty
People trying to look down on him
from the base of the mountain
When he´s on a peak
One of the highest on it
Talk about how the gring goes
They say it´s all about passports
Not funny ideas under blond hair flow
They say it´s break a branch simple
...
Well take a foreign teen
and pop an adolescent gringo´s pimple
How does the gring go?
By steel the smile is forged
The bell goes gring and he is the late teacher
He is the slow learner he is the patient
He is the semi deciduous forest
The treacherous mine
The gring goes through the same
process assimilating like everyday
rained amnesia on his reality
Like being an outsider was a sweet novelty
People trying to look down on him
from the base of the mountain
When he´s on a peak
One of the highest on it
Dog less his soul
My dog lost it´s soul
He ran over the concrete wall and broke the neighbours roof
Nights up howling
He chased every rodent scent
... though his teeth were clean
The luxury of compassion gave him food
The inhabitants of a quiet house ignored him
And by weeks end he would walk the streets fearless
Rummaging pissing and growling
Then he would sit and patiently wait
he wouldn´t howl or rip
Run and pursue
For I had arrived the dog had it´s soul back
He ran over the concrete wall and broke the neighbours roof
Nights up howling
He chased every rodent scent
... though his teeth were clean
The luxury of compassion gave him food
The inhabitants of a quiet house ignored him
And by weeks end he would walk the streets fearless
Rummaging pissing and growling
Then he would sit and patiently wait
he wouldn´t howl or rip
Run and pursue
For I had arrived the dog had it´s soul back
Shady courtyard
Through the courtyards the children ran
So much life in them
Life the roman nobleman of the house would squash
Life he would defile
... In the shade demonic perveyors on one side
Gods old flesh with eyes on the other
Abuse that the nobleman assumed was hidden
Was made known to the greatness and the evil of the earth
Never would the screams and laughter exert the innocent spurn
Shame and filth would stain them into marred womenhood
Those girls whose master was profane
whose way was entwined with satan
So much life in them
Life the roman nobleman of the house would squash
Life he would defile
... In the shade demonic perveyors on one side
Gods old flesh with eyes on the other
Abuse that the nobleman assumed was hidden
Was made known to the greatness and the evil of the earth
Never would the screams and laughter exert the innocent spurn
Shame and filth would stain them into marred womenhood
Those girls whose master was profane
whose way was entwined with satan
sábado, 13 de abril de 2013
Mosquitos and tourists
Mosquitos and tourists
By the swamps
many complained of the heat
a few dissuaded passion
... ... a few begged for it´s existance
I carried a fool´s burden
all the way past estuaries and backwater villages
where people knew not where they were
I carried the people out there and got them lost on a salt lake
By the end of the day the street was found and the master pleased
My deeds had paid off somehow
the moist swamps made the tourists sweat
By the swamps
many complained of the heat
a few dissuaded passion
... ... a few begged for it´s existance
I carried a fool´s burden
all the way past estuaries and backwater villages
where people knew not where they were
I carried the people out there and got them lost on a salt lake
By the end of the day the street was found and the master pleased
My deeds had paid off somehow
the moist swamps made the tourists sweat
Sweet talk ends
No more sweet talk
You read of me on the eye
No wild propaganda mess was I
... You got touched on the downward stroke of sharp verse the force
and ofcourse the harp adjectives
In your ears at night time
lulla-by me
Saw me, you thought sunlover what skin is that
that you intend to surround a sound heart
See me now but don´t sweet talk me
Or give me hope after I learned to cope, for still I readily
praise the world from kind angles
In unison with joyous angels.
Cleaning my ears of your sweet talk
Unlearning your slogans
Cleaning off the chalk from scaling your granite
Your stone afront miss
Your words know no bliss
Stand naked infront of me this time ragged words
you´re only cover
You read of me on the eye
No wild propaganda mess was I
... You got touched on the downward stroke of sharp verse the force
and ofcourse the harp adjectives
In your ears at night time
lulla-by me
Saw me, you thought sunlover what skin is that
that you intend to surround a sound heart
See me now but don´t sweet talk me
Or give me hope after I learned to cope, for still I readily
praise the world from kind angles
In unison with joyous angels.
Cleaning my ears of your sweet talk
Unlearning your slogans
Cleaning off the chalk from scaling your granite
Your stone afront miss
Your words know no bliss
Stand naked infront of me this time ragged words
you´re only cover
An ego kiss
An ego kiss
I leaned in and kissed your ego
it´s wellbodied flavour tingled on my tongue
I took my time rotating the tongue
I tasted that hunger to be someone
Your lips were far off so I kissed your ego
it was an intrusive kiss wet and generous
I think it must have sent shivers
Up your fucking ego´s spinal slither
I frenched it well and smothered your ego
the inner cheeks of your vanity slippery and thick
I almost got to second base
Then I recognised your ego staring me in the face
I leaned in and kissed your ego
it´s wellbodied flavour tingled on my tongue
I took my time rotating the tongue
I tasted that hunger to be someone
Your lips were far off so I kissed your ego
it was an intrusive kiss wet and generous
I think it must have sent shivers
Up your fucking ego´s spinal slither
I frenched it well and smothered your ego
the inner cheeks of your vanity slippery and thick
I almost got to second base
Then I recognised your ego staring me in the face
kingdom wenches
kingdom wenches
The sweet glow of their skin
it flickers and my eyes are slaves
They sing and they clap smiles reach ear lobes
Caramel and alluring
They sit on laps and feed pigs on flattery
Part of my person almost felt envy
Their makeup drips and drops- heat of the night
Flirting in their short skirts into the dawn
Want slaps thrice before it´s tucked away like a small pet
The fruit of a woman- the man´s mind it´s basket
Teased and taunted we walk a carpet of urges
Unnecessary appeal spins a web over the night
Their beauty under barlights readily available
Hotshots and heroes rocking beds with it afterwards
In lines like fastfood queues mouthwatering anticipation
bedding them and sweating them into dehydration
The sweet glow of their skin
it flickers and my eyes are slaves
They sing and they clap smiles reach ear lobes
Caramel and alluring
They sit on laps and feed pigs on flattery
Part of my person almost felt envy
Their makeup drips and drops- heat of the night
Flirting in their short skirts into the dawn
Want slaps thrice before it´s tucked away like a small pet
The fruit of a woman- the man´s mind it´s basket
Teased and taunted we walk a carpet of urges
Unnecessary appeal spins a web over the night
Their beauty under barlights readily available
Hotshots and heroes rocking beds with it afterwards
In lines like fastfood queues mouthwatering anticipation
bedding them and sweating them into dehydration
Cooking with faith
Cooking with faith
The pantry was empty
the promises too
I chopped in a frenzy
and made a fine stew
The fridge was bare
Only white space
I didn´t let fear
ruin the taste
The bread box was crumbs
The cake box aswell
But my oven hummed
as hot as high hell
The kitchen had nothing
hunger kicked in
Though I made a meal
For my will is not thin
The pantry was empty
the promises too
I chopped in a frenzy
and made a fine stew
The fridge was bare
Only white space
I didn´t let fear
ruin the taste
The bread box was crumbs
The cake box aswell
But my oven hummed
as hot as high hell
The kitchen had nothing
hunger kicked in
Though I made a meal
For my will is not thin
Breaking up
Break up as a legend
She was my sweet for as long as I can recall
My valkyrie when I fall
No longer though
I have left Valhalla´s hall
To feel what the battlefield world has instore
She was my comforter and counsellor
The focus of much I adore
It no longer grows
Gone is passion from my core
My love had become a list of chores
Our love broke tragically on ragnarocks
Our lips never again locked
Love no longer glowed
Life approached my door and knocked
I advanced a sole adventurer never tempted by the flock
She was my sweet for as long as I can recall
My valkyrie when I fall
No longer though
I have left Valhalla´s hall
To feel what the battlefield world has instore
She was my comforter and counsellor
The focus of much I adore
It no longer grows
Gone is passion from my core
My love had become a list of chores
Our love broke tragically on ragnarocks
Our lips never again locked
Love no longer glowed
Life approached my door and knocked
I advanced a sole adventurer never tempted by the flock
I emerge
I emerge
Driven down into the valley where mould developes
Shady all day, moist and by fungus relished
Between slopes one hiding the sun
the other hiding treasure yet to be cherished
Despite the lack of illumination
Being lost to the world in foreign flesh
I climb fending off weedy frustrations
My hand brushes the undergrowth aside
No longer can I live delapidated
With the paint for a canvas inside
I emerge from the wet valley
Not as a man but as a tide
Driven down into the valley where mould developes
Shady all day, moist and by fungus relished
Between slopes one hiding the sun
the other hiding treasure yet to be cherished
Despite the lack of illumination
Being lost to the world in foreign flesh
I climb fending off weedy frustrations
My hand brushes the undergrowth aside
No longer can I live delapidated
With the paint for a canvas inside
I emerge from the wet valley
Not as a man but as a tide
domingo, 7 de abril de 2013
Soul froth rebel
Upheavel froth
Rebel against all the world with vigour
Soul gives a start that´s bigger
Cool rhythm
I tell the wind to blow you warm fart hacks off
To close your unholy sewers
Rebel against with complete fevor without fear
Truth´s hammer you all swerve
Write my name in your black book
Never praise me and speak of me with shame
Divide the same way into your socialspot games
It was I preparing nails and wood
For heaven has a stairwell
Most climb up though I have to kick a few off
Sheep paste is squashed and rejected
Lowlife phases turn into peasant routines
The shepards staff is heavy yet I wield it.
Rebel against all the world with vigour
Soul gives a start that´s bigger
Cool rhythm
I tell the wind to blow you warm fart hacks off
To close your unholy sewers
Rebel against with complete fevor without fear
Truth´s hammer you all swerve
Write my name in your black book
Never praise me and speak of me with shame
Divide the same way into your socialspot games
It was I preparing nails and wood
For heaven has a stairwell
Most climb up though I have to kick a few off
Sheep paste is squashed and rejected
Lowlife phases turn into peasant routines
The shepards staff is heavy yet I wield it.
sexta-feira, 5 de abril de 2013
Her answer
Show me rhyme
Like she won´t answer
and the silence tickles like
Like a brazen flea dances
... Show me your tone
skin and voice fine creature
Tis´ i alone
Who would give all to meet you
To hold your hair back
discover the treasure
Endeavor a kiss before-
Your mind claims empty leisure
To splay your legs with force
though gently caress of course
Live the dream that has taunted
And bring to life my love´s very source.
Impatience holds me however
like you should
Indecision touches you
Like i would
Like she won´t answer
and the silence tickles like
Like a brazen flea dances
... Show me your tone
skin and voice fine creature
Tis´ i alone
Who would give all to meet you
To hold your hair back
discover the treasure
Endeavor a kiss before-
Your mind claims empty leisure
To splay your legs with force
though gently caress of course
Live the dream that has taunted
And bring to life my love´s very source.
Impatience holds me however
like you should
Indecision touches you
Like i would
Balcony
Balcony
It´s called the kissing balcony
It lies over the sweet wilderness
It´s there lips meet like birds
Arms like nests
It´s there the heart has a chance to show itself through the body
Up the stairs and my hand beckons
The leaves rush your hair the bushes reckon
On this elevation our love will be clean
So take my hand let us got to the balcony
Where we will imitate the beauty of nature
It´s capacity to awe and to free
It´s nurture
It´s called the kissing balcony
It lies over the sweet wilderness
It´s there lips meet like birds
Arms like nests
It´s there the heart has a chance to show itself through the body
Up the stairs and my hand beckons
The leaves rush your hair the bushes reckon
On this elevation our love will be clean
So take my hand let us got to the balcony
Where we will imitate the beauty of nature
It´s capacity to awe and to free
It´s nurture
Look first
Look first
She sees the surface of me
No idea in her mind how much greatness hides
No idea she has the key
... She doubts I´m man enough perhaps
would feel slight discomfort sitting in my lap
Sees me as some guy with no reason
Don´t be blind to my love for it´s more grand
More varied than any season
Than terrain in any land
Don´t be blind to my love and call it false
For it´s as real as life and as true as it
Don´t sit on the chair and say your alone
then deny great possibilities
get down from your throne
Or help me up to take the fold off.
See me now
She sees the surface of me
No idea in her mind how much greatness hides
No idea she has the key
... She doubts I´m man enough perhaps
would feel slight discomfort sitting in my lap
Sees me as some guy with no reason
Don´t be blind to my love for it´s more grand
More varied than any season
Than terrain in any land
Don´t be blind to my love and call it false
For it´s as real as life and as true as it
Don´t sit on the chair and say your alone
then deny great possibilities
get down from your throne
Or help me up to take the fold off.
See me now
quarta-feira, 3 de abril de 2013
Rain lewd won´t you
Squeeze into someone´s discomfort,
Live there enjoy the climate
Twist the screws
Throw tnt into the volcanoe
And run to feel the rush
...
Provoke fine shrewds
when in bad moods
comments rain lewd
If still silent throw his food
Squeeze someone you can affect
touch their funny bone
hit their button
and take cover.
Live there enjoy the climate
Twist the screws
Throw tnt into the volcanoe
And run to feel the rush
...
Provoke fine shrewds
when in bad moods
comments rain lewd
If still silent throw his food
Squeeze someone you can affect
touch their funny bone
hit their button
and take cover.
Lil´ Richard
Teenage Richard
The ball was for young teens
all the kids would be there
This night would be hours like weeks
... A lifetime in one night
Young richard didn´t attend
his adolescent doubt drowning him from the inside
Crowding his vision like bandits
He stayed dim in his poorly kept bedroom
Big buildings story upon story of music and excitement
Young Richard´s friends gathered below his apartment
Though young Richard would not come out
And joy sprang up in those nearby buildings
Not a lick for Richard
Not a whiff for Richard
Not a fine note echoed for Richard
Not so much as a glance
The ball was for young teens
all the kids would be there
This night would be hours like weeks
... A lifetime in one night
Young richard didn´t attend
his adolescent doubt drowning him from the inside
Crowding his vision like bandits
He stayed dim in his poorly kept bedroom
Big buildings story upon story of music and excitement
Young Richard´s friends gathered below his apartment
Though young Richard would not come out
And joy sprang up in those nearby buildings
Not a lick for Richard
Not a whiff for Richard
Not a fine note echoed for Richard
Not so much as a glance
Apart from you
Apart from all of you
From the time before my cord was cut
And wars that stained the soul´s human guts
Before I screeched into this world
... I was here
I will ever be
And solitary food
solitary fluid
Before my father´s fathers and mother´s mothers
There I am
As much now as then
Holding hands with the sky only
Not much to conquer
Solitary hours
and solitary space
here I am holding a piece of heaven
Apart from all of you
From the time before my cord was cut
And wars that stained the soul´s human guts
Before I screeched into this world
... I was here
I will ever be
And solitary food
solitary fluid
Before my father´s fathers and mother´s mothers
There I am
As much now as then
Holding hands with the sky only
Not much to conquer
Solitary hours
and solitary space
here I am holding a piece of heaven
Apart from all of you
The fine cloth
The fine cloth
Upper region the stage
radiating the pious a pale of nile water!
... Half of me irreverent
I find fragments of the truth
Well embedded hidden like sin
Jesus are you beside me do I have a lifeline?
That purple cloth
that confession chamber
people go to smell gods breath
And clean their dirty teeth
The well adorned
the kneeling who will kiss statues
The decoration and rituals
radiating the pious
Half of me glued to the flock
Kneeling teenagers and hail marys
Is jesus by my side?
Do I have a lifeline?
Upper region the stage
radiating the pious a pale of nile water!
... Half of me irreverent
I find fragments of the truth
Well embedded hidden like sin
Jesus are you beside me do I have a lifeline?
That purple cloth
that confession chamber
people go to smell gods breath
And clean their dirty teeth
The well adorned
the kneeling who will kiss statues
The decoration and rituals
radiating the pious
Half of me glued to the flock
Kneeling teenagers and hail marys
Is jesus by my side?
Do I have a lifeline?
As the great mocker
God don´t mock me
I searched for something life squeezed that´s why
Ugly quests where´s the glat to fulfill a sentiment so stark?
God cracks jokes in the background as I write
... The local parrots his laughter
-Search all you will on this earth lad
Your empty hands will be as useful or useless before you went
as they will be after you return home alone
Cheap notions on high- he read me
I implored my search had foundation
God burped on it and didn´t pardon himself either
Rebuking with panache
-Search all you will what doesn´t come to you in goodtime and goodwill
Will quench your thirst as much as seawater
I searched for something life squeezed that´s why
Ugly quests where´s the glat to fulfill a sentiment so stark?
God cracks jokes in the background as I write
... The local parrots his laughter
-Search all you will on this earth lad
Your empty hands will be as useful or useless before you went
as they will be after you return home alone
Cheap notions on high- he read me
I implored my search had foundation
God burped on it and didn´t pardon himself either
Rebuking with panache
-Search all you will what doesn´t come to you in goodtime and goodwill
Will quench your thirst as much as seawater
Slice of pavement
Moist pavement slice
Thick in the drizzle of it
Streets are sponges soaking it up
Hide under your umbrella
... Fear it
Grey ashphalt turns to black
as the night savours
it´s home made soup
This piece of cake
we walk on it
Moist pavement
Where do we walk?
The night so black
it´s thin rain falls down on us
Thick in the drizzle of it
Streets are sponges soaking it up
Hide under your umbrella
... Fear it
Grey ashphalt turns to black
as the night savours
it´s home made soup
This piece of cake
we walk on it
Moist pavement
Where do we walk?
The night so black
it´s thin rain falls down on us
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