****Government Relative**** The fall of the Hyperion is due The world no longer revolves on its axis Away from the wind the flag flies To the chords of your harp Nor the drums of lies Does the heart throb The farmer has sown No ROTTEN SEED this time His barns are already empty And from hunger his weaned offspring whine Tomorrow is a day Another Not like today Or any other The jailbird is about to sing The liberation song With kisses that sting From the blood on the priests' hand Of the red and sore lips from the feast Potties sagging stuffed with human sweat Your sic whimsical invisible and "invincible" hand To this gospel we deafen The eagle's eye has seen sheer folly The pedophilic words, subtle hisses and venomous bites Our nerve you have touched Your highway to hell we have decorated The calm beast is weighed ...
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Nightmares of my dreams Nightmares of my dreams haunt me On this azure moonlight summer nights My concentration pulled forth by forces of the raging full moon Into the deep night Karma it wasn’t because I took a bigger step “tha n I could” each time I took a step forward So each each day I pray and hold hope inside the meek soul That when my sole touches down landing, The pad to be soft to the supersonic speed of my feet As I have been flying so long in this dream In this cosmos yet to be discovered Or seen with the naked blind eye But visible to the sharp blind one and when I feel my heartbeats rise, Selflessness crippling every bone and joint Not many feel it My soul ashes to the raging winds smoke in th...
Mr okay I just dropped my last coin I don’t know where but its okay. I didn’t cry last night Am a man that’s me, okay? I can’t cross this bridge, Am I okay? Unanswered questions roaming my head Is that okay? I have nothing And perhaps know nothing Should I feel okay? You called me a distasteful name? Am fine I'll be okay If you didn’t Honor your promise Don’t worry I'll be okay If death took you away Should I never be forever okay? Everything is a passing wind Not meant to make me okay A second is too long not to be okay Am Mr okay
These walls Lets hide behind these walls Yes lets hide, Because we’re afraid of this ethnic shadows Lets hide this faces from this dim truth For we are masked in ambitious jealousies and beautiful ego And forget tomorrow the sun will brightly glow And these ugly marks on these wall we shall see These walls we build the ants will climb Regrets an time will shake them down These walls we build…. we are no masons Nor architects Lets drink from this cup of lies And quench this thirst of flesh Replenished? Then pickup and lay this stone These walls you build shoddy workmen… These walls will crumble and annihilate us… Hopefully someday
Bohemian bottle Ooh old bohemian bottle How you pass down my throttle Into my fatty stuffed intestines Your iciness cools this hot thought And relieves of this chronic pain The way you make Picasso a follower and Da Vinci a leaner you awaken bohemian bottle But why me to you a slave? A dredge, a serf? This potbelly for you I carry without remunerations Not to mention recognitions My instincts on the very first day unconsciously you stole This beautiful ugly love and hate moments with friends and strangers The funny and silly times Confidence and freakiness That you bring How else could I have wanted it? You confuse me To love you or hate you? Be with you or leave you? You’ve been with me in emotional times Sad and happy When I had everything and nothing Much and less too But you deserted me too When my pocket was yawning And I couldn’t sit from its sharp pinching nails On my sitting allowances But my ego ...
Better days Better days like a bride they make me smile with disbelief for ever With ceremonious joy my heart over the brink it overflows And with caring warmth they cover my tender light skin. I just cant tell how with vehement hope my dreary drained heart is caressed and illuminated With eye-blind diligence my fears are shred to the tumble of the looming and rising babellious worries Like a believer I polish my faith with meek humility and pregnant patience for yet-to-be witnessed greatness with love to blossom like cherries in winter over unmarked boundaries With hue and charm I sleep like a man hoping to wake up a father To wash my face with cold water and see the blessings of prosperous and glorious moments embedded in a charming tomorrow like trait in dna ...
Italian goddess Hey Western roe doe Love me, my heart is filled with nutmeg, My lips ooze caramel like an icecream on cone on a summer noon and my words milky I’ll kiss your tender skin with the pleasure of a new born on its mothers nipple And trickle your deepest joy in every nerve of your brain Blow away your mind like chaff to Arabian monsoons Brighten your day than these diamonds under the stars Joyful as parrots and horn bills of the woods each summer morning To be your fire in winter, the only candy and apple of your eye Soaking your primrose smelling sheets in the lonely lifeless nights is my desire To play with your adrenaline like a bungee into a deep manifested river, the first ever A classical symphony to your forever ageless soul my heartbeat shall forever skip, Myself crumbles like a wall hit by a nuclea...
NJALO I stole your heart like an Italian classic on display in the glass shops in the uptown Milan streets to a thirsty window shopper a renowned designers piece on the runway of London fashion week I used to be in your closet Now I rest in your bin A daily preference Now even a second not From your bed to your door step We wake up from dreams, tragic ones too Magic is black, sometimes No promised fairy dreams But on empty roads we haste in search of In jungles we roar amidst the fright inside In crowds we make way to find In this same pool we swim The potential to drown equals to walk on So we buoy on with hope and faith As long as our strokes can hold us Sing me a love song, a sweet one with that dove love magical voice Before the candle goes off and my spirit "dies out" Before I am donated to a faraway land To a pig sty, a farmers soiled shoulders Maybe a lumberjacks oily patched ribs From Louis Vuitton, Gucci or Fendi fumes to bushy sweaty a...
Hall of fame Dear hall of fame do you hear me calling? I know my name you heard not Neither do you know how to spell Nor pronounce Like of a chemical on a mine in the Arabians Try Khairayvganstanium That’s just how rare I am I know you know me, just playing dumb I’ve been thinking too much About YOU, and YOU only Do you ever think of me? Am about to get to your walls Even if this paint rips off I shall still be there Not maybe for everyone to see Distinct minds ripple my joy And give me the wonder world of the oasis in the ocean Maybe in the few hidden books I shall survive If I didn’t step not on the red but white carpet Because Beat boxing, I am no master And the prettiest voice may only be my dream But what else than this own mind? That makes me a psycho If I was born mad Take me to church And pray for my soul Because this is not greatness that I feel The hall of fame might be too small. If I never touched the ...
Fallen god. If these streets loved you And time was your only friend Ooh fallen god The stars would have dimmed and fallen from space And the sun died from obsolescence and jealousy If only chance fell in to your constant seductions Wishes would have been witnesses and not horses Of dreams not in slumber but in sober, conscious broad day light thought The whispers of thought would be too loud For every blind eye to see Enough to instantly drown despair In a fraction of a nanosecond And reserve for me among the gods In history books my name in unerasable ink I would rule the universe if I had chance But I rule my universe, am a fallen god
Blue cheese Hey blue cheese You tickle my taste buds And make me think of you Every lunch, breakfast and dinner Before I take every stroke of breath And my squashy lips taste you, You are lip licking good and mouth watering bad If I had a way to cuff you, I would throw you into this abyss To get lost in it and feel the Bermudas triangle effect you create on my thought Like a moth to the fan I am blinded My emotions like earth oven bread they are baked, Ripe like the raspberries and thick with juice, a juice maker would say Let my tongue feel the anticipation of the salivary glands from the delicacies before my wolf hungry eyes You are finesse like aged Italian Gorgonzola, Roquefort papillon The way you melt with sexiness under the hot sun Like a slice of cheese on a cheese burger You must have been prepared by a professional old chef Endowed with age old hands on experience Your room, a seven star kitc...