In a meaner of speaking
I’ll sacrifice my wishes to your love
You make it easy for my heart to be free
We’re demons in the image of man
Walking between the presentation of immaculate mind
Golden dust is washing the road
Creating shapes of rabbit holes
We’re diving to a reality of freedom
Everything you ask
I’ll bring to your lips
There are not hidden words in the moonstones
With anger I shall throw my arrows at the seagulls
While they beat my other heart
Sulphur and smoke
I will send them
Trample the illusion of their wings
My steps are nothing but a hush
And my idea of life is based upon mistake
That my past can hint the future
It’s the stupidity of society
Trapped in the conclusion
That everything around
Depends on others
My teacher, is the future
My arrows racing
As a human beasts
Sectioning corpse of new age philosophers
Hushing their voices
That is no wind moving but the lost of the collective
She is standing on the rock
In front of sea
My hands
Rips her innocence
Between the moons on the night
I can feel the blood of virgin
Flowing to the waves of tombstone
Tombstone of absentmindedness
To the trumpet shout
I let her body
To float on butterflies
That the blessing of life
Is not the tears of girl
The citizen of my city
Are lost
And listening to the sound of bells
Their heart is silence
And slaves they are
Now
I grow up between the question and the silence
I gave my heart to crush the rocks
On the foot steps of wonder
I’m Splitting my skin
Between the morning sanity
And the dreams of madness
I’m standing tall
By the space
Of love and fear
The line is stretched
For me to balance myself
The night went to bed
I’m locking you in the closet of my dreams
On the shelf beside the memories
I’m placing you gently
For it’s time to say goodbye
A whisper on the bank of wind
Not only God has recipes for making feelings
I know the secrets of the sadness
It likes to feed on hollow moments
Just like bread crumbs
They never go away
I also know the music of a smile
(everybody know how to teach me sadness, not many show me how to smile)
I don’t need reasons
To look under my bed
To paint the sky black
To run away into forbidden places
No I don’t need reasons
To talk to God
To pinch my luck
To cross the city
Naked as a baby
To drive myself
Out of my mind
To prank Pink (yes, yes the singer)
Our of her mind
Oh no
I don’t need reasons
To fight my wars
To lose my hope
To fuck it all
And then fuck you
I don’t need reasons
To look to the other side
To walk between the bodies
Of those who needed reasons
To live
My mom is dead
My dad left
To the land of misery
On the road I knew an old eagle
He told me
Forget the things you are
You don’t need reasons to live
Here and now
I’m who I’m
Standing on the stage of the world
Without reasons
Memories of forgotten dreams
when the heart is dead and the
Angels of dust revealed
The mind is left to wander
Stepping on desert sands
Searching for a stolen minute of happiness
Memories of dreams
Locked inside the inner cage
Spots of sun
Fading away
in the rabbit hole
My first death
Was far from misery
My first blood
She was standing on the stage
Kissing a boy
Like a shadow on mine
Striped him naked
From the sense of feelings
On the fire
She danced
and danced
and danced
I can dig the movement of the real
She was one in mind
And nothing in the heart
What are you doing
She asked me
When the blood came by the river
I’m killing the boy
The child within me
I’m killing the boy
There’s nothing on TV tonight
Can we fuck?
Don’t try to shape your kids in your image! Let their spirit to shape who you can become. Give them the freedom to learn from their self existence, their individuality and creativity. Give them the freedom to dream.
Lets go outside
Play between the drops
Lets go outside
Fold the air between the waves
Touch the stories
With a melody of rain and wind
Lets go outside
Strip to moon naked
Under the bridge
Clap the strings
Run to the end of town
And jump to the other side of logic
Lets go outside
Life is calling us
To be free
My neighbor thinks that I’m stupid, that I use everyone around me, and then fuck them over it. She tells me that there’s something about my face that pushes people to the extreme, that my eyes can wakeup black monster in the heart of others. She also think that I’m a good fuck.
I agree, about been a good fuck, the rest is something that is out of my control.
Control! it’s a big word, big for me anyhow. I remember that after I’ve lost my virginity to the old whore that used to stand in the corner of my street, I run outside naked, screaming. It took 5 police officers and 3 Rabbis to stop me. I was 12 years old, and out of control.
Since the beginning of my time, control was something I tried to ignore, a man is sitting in the middle of the road, “lets drive over him”, a politician gives a speech about global worming, “lets throw an egg on him” you see a window open, “climb inside and steal something”, your woman is falling asleep, “wait for the first snore and push yourself inside of here”.
Control!? More like out of control, that is who I’m and that’s the way I like it.
Once I’ve traveled to New York with my neighbor….. really, that’s it for now…
When we’re puppets, are kids become puppets. When we’re kings, are kids become kings. It’s a circle of a traveling theater, to imitate the feelings of those whom we want to be.
The shadows of space and time are irrelevant for our kids to become kings.
