ColourfulShould the branches grow deep within the earth They would look the same to me, high above my head With black and black their roots would swarm around my legs And white in white yet again across my skinColourful
Leaves leave traces where we touched With vines across our lips Being bound to you is novelty Being tied is as before.
Crickets sing across my checks, swarming through my hair
Black and white of leaves Growing still, like they did before High above and down below
Black But should the branches grow deep within the earth And white.
P.R.Smile if you have to, When your skin stretches on your face Pulling back your lips, Straightening up your posture.P.R.
Smile, now why don’t you? Your eyebrows rise up above the rest, Because honey, you’re the best!
Smile for me, even in impending pain Your grim will follow me In the chain reaction simply called 'society' I will in return, strain my vertebras in delight, And like two dead-bodies we will thus walk blind, With our eyes rolled up in sign of appreciation For what is around us, is in us In one big, stiff and pleasant s
Simple mindAnd in the end There is nothing, but Our dreamsSimple mind
And they too Dream to get away from us
There must be something in your heart as you pass by, but for you my name is 'stranger' And I am as empty as This stranger is to me So lonely in that way, purpose-driven With blood and coagulation of movement within. Without.
I sing The day, the never-day We would dream alike To not dream at all.
ReligionStrands run through my flesh Sowing me into life,Religion
Pulling their threads under my skin, all across With elemental needles.
React, twitch, for my eyes imbue into the light And all there was in me died to live into the night inside my ribs, beating its way through only to sustain itself in slavery even more held in by fragile threads
Don’t blame me if I stretch until the threads are pulled apart until The day I was born I have been pinned to adam’s rib.
WhiteI choose to embrace Answer over questions, As vision makes the doubts unneeded, Shedding tar melted in my skin Coughing up sand thickened in my lungs Letting blood run clear, On that highway riding eastWhite
So leave the walls behind, they’re of another world, The only one that matters is within Pulsing strongly dream by dream Effortlessly casting its new light, of hope and purpose, On that highway riding east
And then let words take their due shape, first as a whisper, then as burst,
Molding what might into what will Filling t
