RIGHT AT HEART

My air of freedom.

Livin under lines between sharks,usin different ink flu and colors.

Rebirth from the spirit

Redemption

that s how it is.

The scent of tea

does in the room

spreadin gaz water on our sour memories.

Power products have on us.Sickin me out.

What are we really seeking for?

I rather give a spell for us,

My electric blue ball above it all told me:

Social prothesis «clothes» so called, well seen

human rules smallskirt hips dollah why for?

Knowledge are codes that we can use as a weapon.

It’s deeper than you think.

August, on a friday eve.

Some, think, they’re all in the way,

but they mischief themselves.
Why, all this sound about the ineluctable end?

Well it will happened and then..what?!

The way,ballerinas turned on themselves, conveying to the earth electric blue breeze,

gave my spirit a bath but i won’t dry it.

If

im trying

deep i my heart

out of considerations

oh,well seen its all unaffected.

Why, all this resignation from a spirit that wont breathe anymore?

Those grey hams all coffined around red heads white skin children round glasses proud out strangly smiling out of compassion

«Oh lord mercifull are»,so do am i say «Great is the lord for them sharin the mercy?»

Dehors par devant ,regardes!

Ces chiens de l’enfer belligérants

Errants,chuchoter d’étranges

sorts rythmés.

Par delà les sommets qu’ils embrasent.

Des poussières d’ordres assenés aux aveugles

bien capés du village.

Dedans par l’arrière regardes,

Ces langues se mouvoir en

catastrophes de nos temps:

«Faites commerces» dit il entre deux rivages

à ces ombres capes.

S’exécuter en un pas d'allégeance

Et ces cris aussi pourquoi?

«Mon nom est celui de l’homme de

foi ,sorti de ton vocabulaire,va vit et deviens!»

Il laissa donc, leurs mains,

Là bas.

Immemorial times our presents are.

When i close my eyes,i see skies that wont exists anywhere else.

Its, a common sense that humans got a purpose for life.

Don’t make me wrong when it all comes from a kindness.

Isn’t it?!

Ask them landlords:if em streets asses arent breakin em all?!

Buckles can make some pretty nice bows.

Buckles buckled.

I’m sometimes hostin some old souls and

they keep comin back and back.

Word soul it’s been a whily,

without even a talk.

I can tell you that here will change

and its all starting.

Battles after battles cold blood is ink spreadin

growing on flies as an eagle

Even the fooly owl

rise up around our sunny

means up and goes

meets up and goes

flowless,hateless crashing

round a century trapped jesus

they said about, he’s speechless.

bloody beatin for the RIGHT AT HEART

the rain has left for him to grow

slowly up on our heads

still are cold anonymous claimed

but theres a man outside wich is happy sunny smilin from nothing.

Don’t you all read him through soul to soul?

There’s a man outsite and it’s you.

Because it all started from a:

you and you

from a

you and me

from an ineluctable

us.

And it will alll succeed from a RIGHT AT HEART that wont hide.

Good bye strangers got my answers.Theres no price but truth, theres no love but truth,

theres no death but truth, no anger but love.

My blind eyed choice.

Whirlwind snivle

The guardian have a spare run from me, and i see him clearly through the haze.

He’s got the score on his forehead:98,3.

And he is movin in every part, except near you and i.

You know they are some ant’s at nights who worries.

Then,im titling back to front around my bed ,i can feel the cold they r smelling.

You know that, it’s a fucked up situation,right.

Started to believe in some words while it’s all in being.

And acts aren't done yet.

Will we get ways through head draws or arguments or research?

Economy saved yesterday,technology testing our hopes,laws between cold and hot water,our feet kneeled.

Well, will we be free at least?

It would give it some sense

freedom.

If balance was mergered with equity

freedom.

The guardian like you is an heroe child feeling the scarce love.

But he is gone.Always is.

You can,call him for years,he won’t come without proofs.

This all white light, that you can’t touch, actually is swords fighting.

«Without you guardian i feel like a child in a fall without a ball play.»

You said at night.

While you was givin an eye on the yellow spy wich was visitin your toes since the late afternoon.

But well, he is a «busy bee world worker»he answered by the knocking door.

And i'v heard every single lips talk.

Like an early monday im in a sensitive mood and taking advantage of energies that are leading psypals.

Wiches i am ,well,part of.Parrots.

When i got the chance,i can hear from the white shadow messiah and yheah clearly

get the unsatisfied and the tenderness.You and me caddling right?!United parrots together.

How it will be?

Crying eternally like a willow tree.

We could talk easy but there is a particulary way the world been givin.

And yheah im thankin the boy who smilled to me this morning ,this one-off usual gift.

Pretty got no more to say.

The eternal goin and goin back again.For good.

As i can hear,i wrote the snivle snail on.

It would give it some sense

freedom.

If balance was mergered with equity

freedom.

AT THIS DAWN, MASKS ARE FALLIN

Le fruit d’une identité qui se reproche et se répond

Est-ce gagner?

Des preuves d’évidence,c’est bien toute

L’aigreur.

2051 in a middle of Michigan,on a sunday prayers day,in a society no far from our:

The pastor came and said,he saved the humanity this murnin

Started his speech with a violence that was itself containing.

He exclaimed to the audience:

«When you lost yheah,work on keepin n mind thats it’s never been and never will be a different path you’r all in it!

Brothers and sisters!Why the hell are you still heading through aches?

Stand proudly high your heads up,do never fail and agree with being a failure sometimes.

We’r all dust in this 6,5 billion men on earth.»

One man in the audience had the stand up front of this law’s life man.

Sighed with a rough breathe..

«Well master,but i m good gone.»

And everybody grabed their own guns and two shots killed the red head man.

A 1461 Townton tribute to guns.

VICTIM NUMBER ONE

Into the crowd

see that lady moves, she’s been choosing her outfit from the beggining of the week not to feel her shit.

It’s her gold century for one day.

dyed her hair as a blond beautiful horse,not enough money to pay her back, new tooth she lost from drugs.

VICTIM NUMBER TWO

Into the crowd

This ancient man of church simply came talking to the stage

The attitud was soft and the tone was carry

«hi everyone, how did you get those guns?

i mean how even you woke up this morning and came here dressed like it will be

the best sunday of the year?

And did you know that there is a woman outside, that first gave me smile and told me

that she was hoping to have a good sex business profits today?

Why are you killin for a man wich were more realistic to you all i know came here for

pardon,hopes, and finally find a way to get better lives or to keep them ongoing.

The small step you have to take is a mountain,surrender.»

VICTIM NUMBER THREE

Into the crowd this anonymous alcoholic woman.

Well known because her lifestyle connected with her tragic background.

Enclosed in her proper myth that lady was everyday dealing with a spare void to fill in.

Everyday a new desguise as crazy as the other day as she had to hide up the sore.

Monstered in the little city she was nearly done: no friends,no work,no hopes,no smile,

no boyfriend, no children, no flowers growin in the little garden yard she have.

They all deserted the sorecer house.

VICTIM NUMBER FOUR

Into the crowd,this well educated woman.Kindah posh,elegant never a word upon the other.

Never even a clothe to reveal anything of her state of mind.

Moderate woman trying to fill in the path of a non moderate ,non calm,non fair, non blessy,non helpful,

non pleasant society.Society that she was hoping for as everyone do, by goin to the church.

From a «good family»that most of people that day were part of,

(yheah thats kindah make me laugh twice that i was supposed to..)

Back on her.Even if she s been terrorized by murders thats just occured.

Turned up on kids to protect them.The lady is from the kind to say « verbal conflicts is a waste of time»

Then turn back on her feet.Left the place with a silence that was itself containing.

KILLER OF THE MASSACRE NUMBER ONE,WITH NO GUNS...

BUBBLIN AROUND WORDS THATS IT.

«Humility does not mean thinking less of yourself than of other people, nor does it mean having a low opinion of your own gifts. It means freedom from thinking about yourself at all.» William Temple

ILLUSION CARD, 20 November 1992

Victim of nothing in the middle of nowhere

you bettah find a cure or you ‘ll spread the curse

Child of nothing.

In the middle of the stinky void

The result of your own assumption.

I tell you theres no better world somewhere else

but round asses around square tables.

Pretending to erase these ancient times

Still you’ll spread the king’s egemony

ALLEGIANCE

I feel it cracking, and i can see slices.

That make me smile in a full moamed cup.

But it’s straight been taken by automatic animals..

Why won’t you let me live free?

Fit in codes and that’s how it will make a dollah of me.

I’v been using worse guiles and been bend by automatics more than once.

What?deal with it,eat it,and pooh in the mornin yheah..

I don’t even have hope for love,because yheah they just burnt this heroe child on the Freedom place.

Here is my pass to the nation!

Life is a sacrifice is freedom,and could be a heroe.

Confusion.

And well i just punched down the man that just was messin around.He’s bleeding from... actually evrywhere.

And well, i could have kill three of the kind in the same hour..

These lines arent directed to automatics kind of a confession of the dark animal.

Am I?

Are we?

From the south we set:

FIRE PON CASTLE

From this tribe

FIRE PON IT ALL

They put me in the oven but they didnt know i was the fire!

A SHOT

HER

blast

of

blue

devils

FAH

oh

Fah

strenght

is a

hard

talk

my one time stranger

Blue devils

got me like a Johnson

I tried to forget it

But i see you in corners

HIS

nice

temper

of

equity

MAH

oh

MAH

life

is a

one

truck

shot

The long time wonderer

I left black mansions

to a blue that printed

my soul billion windows

turned me into murderers

SOMEONE OF A KIND

Bossy and freezy skyline is an heaven

A nearly coma writing from someone of a kind.

Barely some devoted hands, it’s a mechanical sensation.

Im leadin the obediance of this action,proudly.

A different gender type for some new jet crashes.

It’s all in the head,when ur not in any position

you know that’s it’s all from kind intention.

Someone with care came to see me dreaming,

covered me up with a blanket love pictures.

Conveys all the thoughts and ideas through draws.

My hands are fully clinging i see them in the dark;

from this shiny kind i can save up some bodies,

Lead the science and be the woman.

I’v seen the breathe of earth early in the mornin

and it’s us.Come with me take a look deep through.

Our smile are heedless becomin the reason.

Fate.

Ants

Rates.

It’s mad.

kind kind reward

a bless in ya head

because someone

of a kind shared

the gift of the heal.

kind kind reward

Love you energies,you’r the only reason of any action i lead.

Some new equations each day.

RUNAWAYS

grabin pen, and everything,

Don’t ask me

How our story even be told?

Is that unconscious progress worth living?

I said:It’s like a story of a couple odd

Don’t ever flee

Pleasers, would ya get the fever game play?

These others ones,trouser’s owner man

Got glimpses’s faith when money dollar heroe lay

History of a evil teenage flirt

It’s all started from a purpose called love

Then goes with a reason stainer as utopia

Too hastily made them children of the Age

This is the mechanical balance of a bitches

business i introduce you all your runaways.

And earth is the Eden garden yard

And look how its well ruled hard

screen’s god firms lead the tribe

cellular automaton redeemed from the hub

From a good tribe

Let’s share the rhythm

To a good bye

Shall we let the rythm

by runaways?

«Treat your life like its a science experiment.»

Money heroe echoe dollar runaway.