Monday, April 21, 2014

NEW WORLD DADA




       
Do i owe u something ,should i feel bad and guilty? Y?!
Your microscope is on my case and stays until it claims to find some bad habits for your private brave world 
illuminated new world border. omu<
Disturbed u r!! Inimical thoughts to Words then Actions. Actions to Scenarios. Scarcity.

Get of the case of many..most of them is silently blended.
Stop reducing human bodies just to reach your good intention.
World wide warning subliminally burning..embossing new processors 0100110101 on young minds and their ancestors..
mono-religions and stereotype-sections. <a href

Every step i make u been watching me i know..
i don't belong to anyone but me and my long mortal goal.
My enemies r miserably sinned egos in the dawn. 34.
Stop stomping and start to listen to all the human yowl.

Governmental epileptic serenade for non-listeners forced.
Private isolation for those who can afford in the front with the Lord. 8.
Advisory path leaders leading lust into rusted spiritual strings. Old Freudian insomniacs likes loves and adores dirt.

Surgeon Sargent urgently operates innocent mentalities.
Staring at goatcoats droids earth full of metal grow-inc's. 6.
Oficesterical crush-education for the have a little  and have less. Claustrophobic circumstance for slave suggested fidgety followers.

Every step i take u google earth my S i know.
What would u be without me carrying my biometric veri chip.
My microwave waits for the dark day to crack your Karma.
Continue living worthless but let the worthy live continuous. 9.

Watch your step planer..we know what we know ,
just like u have it all..but had nothing at all! 1.
New World DADA...just for u to lose it all and merge with love and forget your habits and conditioned wishes..free up!! 7.
Live and let live..back off..i don't owe u nothing! 0.
Whoooooo!! Maaaaaannnn! Huuuumaaaaannn!!
Trip off and come down of your high whores.




Thursday, June 7, 2012

The House of the broken doors


I live in there, my thoughts r close to far away.
Every now and then i snap out of my hypnosis,
that my muse sets in every day.

The wind is not blowing in here, as if it has mercy 
for this space. Loneliness is embossed in every 
room, there's no one to embrace.

Lights r only dumping the dark away when they
shine like holy gradient, unseen.
All eye ever needed is in here, included the memories
that seems to never fade so close .

The Word out there is moving at fool speed,
always, was never different, I'm bored.
Just about now i recognized how time 
is supporting my steps, time and me is content.

Feeling enchanted like the fella that chewed 
the good shroom and walked a very long path. 
Love is, love is, love is, vision accomplished, 
defined inertly without doubting a second of it.

Tough steps from legs that never get tired,
marching is not the term for walking on the moon.
See me slightly from the corner of your eye ,
that's how fast i float-pass onto a levitational vortex. 

Back on the spotted corner of my destination home,
the notes r laying all over the 0835...oh Y!!
The broken doors r a bless and a spawn, 
cause the muse chose to impress 
my every morning and dawn.

Complete functions with a broad-banding frequency 
from the highest form of understatement.
Where u at, that's where it is all along with u,
no doors will shut what once began again to understand.

The House, the doors, the muse and me.
All we need, we can't do without each other.