Heaven permits

The dialogue
Proximity to achieve love
Words of compassion
What a recipe

In the morning sun
Sleep is taken out of you
dreams are slowly blended
A birth of sorts

Food shared like love
Every hour awake
Strange souls welcomed into our lives
Each a seeker of the unknown God

For the known is scripture
pride sermons
applications of manipulation
is the god we know and hate

The one we love
IS In our own achievement of compassion
NOTin long encouraging affirmations of traditional belief
IS In simple dedication to love, acceptance and forgiveness

Carnaval

It's all in the eyes
And the mindset
The city has a thousand diseases
each with a million symptoms
That can only be seen through it's citizens

And the world is one fat child crying out for attention

The voice stirs
And the headset
Neighborhoods blaring out noise
each with it's own musical toys
That can only be heard through it's tolerance

And the world is one trumpet blowing and getting blown

You with the map

The preacher told me about creation
The sermon ached, ached of a lie, not a blessing man
Only words from human mouths
only agendas sculpted into the dogma

A little mystery mixed with philosophy
a few squirts of psychology and pop culture
Rituals that would cleanse us
Yet how it is empty without the truth

And surely the truth should be our endless journey's destination
And if evolution is ignored in the name of traditional belief
In a place where people crave the modern
It's not the people's whim but a god trend through us

You who live in the past counting spirits want reins on progress

Preach me lies and deliver your version of god like it was ever-true
You are just decorating the Christmas tree
telling me they should all be glittered like that
That you could count the spirits and steer us right

Who is the proud, when you claim to know the divine secrets of the universe
Got yourself a book a voice and an opinion  
Go ahead sir, describe heaven

Billy Da Bue(historic pauper)

Billy Da Bue

Up in the reef he said!
Brazilian Veneza
I'm going to get fed there
revitalized pleasure

Up in the reef he said
Where flavor kicks strongly over rice
Where a strong dish must suffice
Otherwise you'll drop dead on your shift

There are heavy tools to lift
and no graffiti he said
A thing of beauty in the sun's drift
distant slums are bled

The hand and foot toil
while the mind doesn't think
narrow alleys stink
leftovers boil

Up in the reef
where pretty beaches speak
and Holland's legacy whispers from underneath
Bridges and infrastructure a lost colony nearing it's peak
(Recife)

That lonely bus

The vehicle leaves the docking bay it's lights beaming and changing color
out of the station and into the moist night charging ahead
Doors jarring on the corners, judder bars never ignoring us
The night all metal, concrete, hard plaster and plastic
Every wall graffiti stained and wet by the rain, we are thrown forward

Break lights send us into another dimension and leave our bodies behind
with each stop a new face a new grip and desperate search for a remaining seat
The inner light blinking at all of us together, alone

Changing gear and accelerating into narrow but empty avenues
curbs are ridden and passengers bob up and down like bottles on a tide
A missed stop and a yell calls down the corridor until the vehicle trembles into a stop
The city is a canvas on which random street walkers are painted
They dodge the bus as it hoons across their path just to wake them from their stupor

And still passengers sleep, heads bumping against the window
earphones in and exhaustion worn into their expressions
The inner light blinking into them, all of us together, alone