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.
