This Time

This time when everyone is jolly

is so very cold 

to more than my bones

This time when I see happy shadows

reflected off colorful strings of light

turns my own into the mush it wants to become

This time has always been the same

even when surrounded with those who truly care

my heart has always felt disdain for this wonderful time of the year

This time and that one too

they come happily holding hands 

all i do is sit and watch

For nothing moves me on this time

aside from a few films and the odd treat

gifts come wrapped with more than shinny paper

sentiments hidden and unspoken

wrap around these things we distribute

we fruitlessly hope to make amends 

By buying things

we try to buy love

and when it doesn't work

We are encouraged to buy some more

to be traded and handed 

in a stock market exchange

For the White Hawk

On the steaming earth of the red desert, a pair of weary feet prance a painful dance of spreading light. The luminous seeding feet belong to a being who is in the earth, yet not of it. White Hawk Angel. Has been walking for two decades or so. The body-vehicle given to him had to adapt to his incredible light, it enlarged and molded to the force of spirit emanating from his core. The result of this effort has left him with a musical wrist, movable knees, a very tall complexion and a malleable face that contorts to perform.
Laughter and song are the seeds he prefers to plant on this particular walk.
As with many other light spreaders, this particularly luminous being has encountered steep physical difficulties. Misunderstanding and addictions have plagued his sphere of being without warning. The good fight isn't good to the good fighters, and they all know this prior to the battle.
As he lifts the heads of those that listen to him, his spirit, his ultimate and eternal essence grows and expands, and this effect is highly contagious.
His path is shielded from the hidden side lines, he is always taken care of and there are forces that are making sure he stays on this plane until there is a change.
My encounter with him keeps replaying itself on the screen of my thoughts. The laughs shared and the brave condition to laugh at the difficulties and just keep on going, are the probably the two biggest gifts i received from this Angel.
May you live well and prosper in love and gratitude forever, my dear Gavin.
Can't wait to see you again.

Tenaciously yours,

Nico. "little red hawk"

when they come
we will see
when they come
more will beam
when they come
the ostrich will run against the wind
when they come
the clouds shall part
when they come
areas will not be forged
homes will not be lost
pain will not be painted
over the faces
or the hedges
when they come
and they tell you they've been here
all along
you will say
'ahh, it felt like you were'

food
for
thought.

These Blunders...

     are like fertilizers for this soul

thick air

im not too good at this life thing
i should have the hang of it by now
but i don't
i keep getting by with the bare minimum
with just enough to make it through
and then again sometimes
just enough doesn't feel quite right
just enough doesn't keep people by your side
ah
im tired of just enough
im sad that 'it's just enough'

load of crap
just enough

words

my words are stuck in a dam

high up above the hills

they grow cold

 they shiver

as the moon waxes 

they loose magic

they cry 

for a way out

and Mr. earthquake 

hears them

he unleashes

one of his renowned shakes of fluff

opening the dam like a clam

my words now 

freely, flow down 

pouring into the towns

imposing 

that dryness of language 

is no longer the norm

people's linguistic pipes 

are unclogged

words now run through the streets 

causing merry havoc

lifting skirts of impatience and anticipation

showing glimpses of what they can not describe

my words 

they cascade until the cascading's caput is cut

then they rest

the lazy river, they join

undulating liquid snake

all the way

to the brink of river-ness

to the birth of endless

to the big wide blue

oceanic words 

my words become

ever changing this fickle words

they keep me going these humless words

the 3 10's

time to make a change
today is special
so go outside
and breathe
love
into the atmosphere
make it grow
this love bubble of ours

today facebook stole 39% of my soul, and i ate two bowls of cereal . .

.
.

the rest of my time was divided between procrastination and contemplation

the plant of my day never saw the sunlight
only until the darkness fell
did my day want to begin
and even as i got ready
i felt heavy with complacency and indifference
the world's tentacles made it to my room
and i was not ready for those huge suction cups

i had to break a window
to lured the squirmy tentacles away
with the music from my accordion
they followed dancing until the ocean
was reached (just as they reached my house, the little bastards)
and they were home
the squid they belonged to was evidently distressed
the sight of his precious tentacles made him squirt a squidish smile

the road back intended to be mysterious and challenging
but my trusty accordion persuaded it
with smoky smoothness
to pretend it was summer and to forget all about the clock

with the night warm as a hug
i made it back
in literally
no time

after cleaning the glass
sleep was wonderful
except
i had this crazy dream
about the world
and it

was controlled by silly men

and their ocean was bleeding

and they didn't do a damn thing

and then i woke up.

Sunday

what is it about you day?

the problems you bring seem to be toppling over the top of my patience

yet you find ways to show me the power I have to change the stresses

did you plan all of this since we invented you, day?

did you plot against me?

when did you decide that it was cool to throw these people i didn't want to see right in front of me, when did you calculate exactly what it would take for my love to faint?

is someone paying you day?

could you really be that greedy? and what would you do with your earnings any way, you've spent yourself being mischievous and now you're almost over.

i have but one simple plea

talk to the night, yes the one right behind you

and please tell her to be soft and kind.

chaos

Chaos poofs into my life

through the invisible road of seven parts

it poofs and it squishes left-over beliefs

winking a smile

as if daring the confused part of me.

I am ready

to stop living in a corporate world

so bring on the dancing

i will crush the malice

growing within the walls of your brain

the walls shaken by these rainless thunders

by this chaotic weather

Attempts to change reality with letters

Mr. Robbins had it right, language IS everything

today

will be the first

active

chaos

come

ctvhsm

t s

v h

h v

s t

mshvtc

please lift me out of this stagnant rut

propel my spirit

give it some charge

bring in the change

abandon the chase

of tasting the chaste

this life is a paradox

expectations

are lead-less

harbor nothing

use everything

belief is a tool

and i just found the handle

let the music begin

and most importantly of all

don't take the world so seriously

peeple of ze wurrld relax!

imix lotus

align center

recapitulate splendor

articulate feeling

support endeavor

glorify virtue

abandon vice

masticate solar

negate nothing

embrace yourself

activate beauty

extrapolate unity

breathe continuity

target deplorable

aim carefully

destroy hypocrisy

charge mystery

dilute consuming

increase creation

maneuver fullness

enjoy void

taste eternal

watch kingdom

animal mineral

hear messages

include earth

concern solutions

think home

dry brain

empty wallet

sad face

no more

of this

bull shit

take action

make life

fucking beautiful

hold in

this planet

for yourself

stop procrastinating

step fully

into yourself

walk bravely

see your

spirit's light

ponder longer

average man

quits quickly

hope's hope

remembering time's

changing nature

.

claim these days that cry to you

touch these hearts that stick to you

move these layers of blandness and boredom

shake and flay them

so that you may once again

remember, see, hear, taste, touch, feel, think, hug

the fullness of nothing

the grace enveloping everything you do

the perfection of the world's ways to make us

into what we ought to be

suicide the false self

plunge him into oblivion

emerge once more

clean and stripped

of ego's blunders

rise and shine

grinning

a

smile

amen.

AND

And how the ring sits inside the ear

And how it bounces back and forth as black-flagged concert child

And it's amazing how the moods fluctuate according to the timings

And unbelievable how tightly the feelings hold on to these nimble rings

And this music how it fuels its inhabitants and their world

And paired with smell these incessant rings go all the way to the past

And with such ease we are put back in forgotten places

And the memories that are revived from their lengthy slumber

And the thoughts being fabricated at this moment to be retrieved in the future

And how long will it be

And will this love for music ever subside?

And where will the answers come from?

And and and

And that's all

Psittacidae

funk

spunk

clunk

chug

hug

words and their secret power

play peek-a-boo with my sentiments

they flutter and mutter among themselves the secret truths of the all

then capriciously

they migrate my way

by the time they reach my brain's ear

the secrets have burrowed themselves again

into cultural and personal mud

they remain hidden from me

but not from the parrots

no no no

they know

they bask in the know

they fly powered by the power of know

their colors come from knowing

.

so i set on an adventure

the sole goal

enamor a parrot

with wit and charm

then coax it into releasing the secrets

un-muddied and fresh

into my hungry ears

.

the parrot, i found

the enamoring was done

the coaxing peeled away the information as intended

by the time it landed in my sound receptacles

the implications of such knowledge

had plowed their way into my knowing eye

i was able to see

behind all the mason bricks of reality

with a clarity so incandescent that it almost blinded me

but alas the malign implications...

they impeded my relating of what i saw

in fact they replaced the lucidly brilliant images of the truth's truth

with an image

this image is the only thing i am allowed to share

i was assured that this image carries all the knowledge i was privy to

and that all that set eyes upon it

would at some level

feel, understand, and assimilate

the perennial knowl-edge

the image

sits atop this account.

para lore [en inglish]

look above

look below

look behind

look around

what you see is in fact

what you get

..

what you see

will last

as much as a sand castle

on the side of the freeway

things will change

because you will change

and that is inevitable

sometimes what is around

doesn't foster good feelings

sometimes all we do is work

and live

and eat

and pee

and blink

and drive

and sleep

and

we forget

how wonderful all of it is

the reminder comes

sometimes late

but it always shows up

those windows to your soul

so blue and infinite majestic and deep

keep them open

that is all you have to do

i wish i could do more

than write simple words

i wish i could illuminate your surroundings

i wish i could make you taste the sweet nectar of being human

that has always belonged to you

i wish i could show you exactly how amazing and beautiful you are

i wish i had it all

just to give

it to

you

.............................................................

animals

will

be your guides

they will protect you

from the wild humanity

grazing this nasty asphalt

they will give you all of their love

because they know nothing more

and they, better than me

can show you

just how wonderful

all of it is.

continue

forge ahead my friend

simply keep threading this invisible current that rules your life

stopping at any moment will inevitably affect you

you will be enveloped with the flow

you will belong to it

and it will do with your life as it pleases

when we find ourselves in this state of inertia

the flow tends to push us toward places

that exist within each of us

places that we try to avoid

the flow wants us to go there and untie the knots we created

while we tried to escape ourselves

if the knots become too numerous

their weight increases

and threading becomes extremely difficult

escaping oneself is tricky business

for in this context escape

can lead

directly to entrapment

and sinking...

nobody likes sinking

one extremity at a time

but taking no extremes

let's attempt once more

to gravitate upward

and feel the lively

wind of change

pushing

against

our

face

and

soul

let's

let's

let's

let

it

be.

attempt [s]

i try to write

for you and for me and for the soul of the world

i try to write

about things and people and events that seem important to our growth

i try to write

when the moon is high and when the sun is low

when the stars are born and when the grass grows

i try and try

and only when i try does it really happen

but then

for some unknown reason i stop trying

and i sit back

and i read my attempts and sometimes i think they aren't too great

some other times i think they should be required reading for all students

then i come back to reality

and i try to bend it and re-shape it with the chisel of my thought and the rock of my sentence

i chip away

i tell you to breathe

even though i forget to

sometimes

...

imagine what would happen if all the people alive in the world right now took a deep breath at exactly the same moment

imagine

the rolling wave of peace

imagine the ozone being cleaned by our own lungs

imagine what would happen if all the people alive in the world right now

decided to hum

long and uninterrupted

it would be so very loud

that maybe we wouldn't be able to hear our bad thoughts anymore

imagine what would happen if all the people alive in the world right now

started caring about one another

imagine how that would feel

feel how that would imagine

itself

into

existence

Spoken chant

the inspiration of the poet has sailed away in a giant floating leaf

searching for ports more apt than this one

it is now looking for an open hand

for a free quill

"you wont find it here" i tell it

"i like to type my stuff, you capricious inspiration!"

and then i add

"plus who in the world uses a quill anymore?"

...a poet's inspiration can be romantically unrealistic

"it sounded good" you shout across the paper

and i can't refute

"look for an open keyboard! you may have more luck" says me -the desperate techno poet

waiting for a little nugget of literary goodness

"oh keyboards are so impersonal and limited"

and then

the pirate poet's-inspiration adds

"what if you wanted to draw next to your poem, inside it, over it, then what would you do with your precious little keyboard?"

i quickly realize that this maritime outlaw is quite witty

so i dash for the paper and the pen, i'm afraid this will end through other means

more agreeable to the poet's inspiration

but don't worry my worthy reader

i shall quench your poetry thirst with words that will prove to be much more vivacious than mine

here is

the genius

of

Dame

Edith Sitwell

POETRY

Enobles the heart and the eyes,
and unveils the meaning of all things
upon which the heart and the eyes dwell.
It discovers the secret rays of the universe,
and restores to us forgotten paradises.

good night

imix

crocodile crocodile

beginner of starters

ancient snake 2.o

stiff and rough

yet swift and buff

nobody can mess with you crocodile

they don't know that you carry the original mud on your back

that you thread the first waters to create the last

they don't know about you crocodile

they pretend not to see you crocodile

they look the other way, and you are not entirely innocent of this

you scare the sweat out of them

for that is your role crocodile

to get people running out of the stagnant waters

where they would become mossy and slimy

you get the square rolling crocodile

i want you crocodile

to come into my life and swim with me

only you can teach them and us, crocodile

how to face the inevitable fears of being alive

by fortifying the outer layer and softening the movement

thank you crocodile

for bearing this task

of keeping us in our toes

Arrival gate at LAX

It should have been tedious

waiting for hours and hours

glad it wasn't

saw so much love

so much human interaction

I was there for a LONG time so

I classified it by race, and gender

here are the results:

-Asian man do not like to show emotion toward Asian woman.

-Children will always make a situation lighter

-Middle eastern man enjoy kissing each other (we should all learn from them)

-Women get ecstatic when a lost loved one is recovered

-Mexican families looooooove to travel together

-There are lots of lonely white people

-Or maybe they just travel a lot (see above)

-Love knows no age or gender or race

-Old people are incredibly cute when they kiss

the big common denominator was love.

so much of it

un-expressed

over-expressed

always present

in every embrace and smile

and even when there's just a guy holding a sign with a name, and then the name walks up, there's this moment when the name cannot help but to show how glad s/he is that someone is there for them, in that first smile prior to the hand shake ... LOVE

All around

people waiting for people

people waiting for love

If you ever feel lonely

or sad

or preoccupied with the state of the world

go watch people wait for love

inevitably they will bring you some as well.

Today I place no importance on common sense, or poetry.

out of touch

the center of middle earth

i get it now

it was always about me, and you, and the center

coming to conclusions can be self destructing

but wandering could affect the measures of excitement

so we stay in the middle

right in the middle

waiting for the next note

waiting for the stroke, for the kick, for the finger pushing down on that f-sharp key

so we can hear the next and the next and the next

all of this is so useless

marriage of solitude and technology

their child: earth 2010

the birth wasn't painful to us

because technology is distracting

and very good at keeping us isolated

and controlled

some use it properly

but then they get used

and the whole enchilada continues to cake walk across the puddle

what do you mean this doesn't make any sense?

YOU don't make any sense

your thick foot-skin doesn't make any sense

your perfectly designed body suit doesn't make any sense

your allegations of a true and divine nature don't make any sense

the weather doesn't make any sense

but what does it truly mean 'to make sense' .. ?

do you even know how many senses there are?

i didn't think so

me neither

but i know that the mysterious number is higher than five

let's investigate our senses

and feel each other's warmth

please

let me feel

your warmth

let me know you're alive!

scream at my face

scream something obscene

scream an algebra formula

scream anything

but please scream warmly

because the world is tired of being ignored

our shoulders are too damn cold

and we turn them so much

ROLL

tuck

ROLL

tuck

ROLL

tuck

huh?

dream

Mr. Blue

please don't come to me

take the exodus train

go to the end

there's a restaurant there

have a meal

maybe that's what you need

Run!

to both sides simultaneously

Try!

to achieve balance

it seems so hard that i never even begin

and then i kick my own derrier ...

humans are complicated

we need to remember

how simple

everything is ...

-there's one source

-it wants the absolute best for all.everything.everyone.

-we are to facilitate this want

-and to create new faces for this same want using our imagination and our feelings

-a desire that is born out of love

-and thats how we make children (and raise them too)

so fuck the disney channel, and mcdonalds and everything else that thwarts our children's purpose for making them sarcastic and fat, and moody and angry

fuck uneducated parents who bear children as a sport

fuck abortion clinics

bless abortion clinics

the world is a paradox

i think it doesn't have to be

abortion clinics wouldn't be needed if we knew how to raise children.

sometimes being loving gets a bit tiring.

today is one of those times.

i miss my childhood

i wish the world was better

i wish there was a flashlight that emitted love light.

i could shine it at all the ceo's and presidents and oppressors and police man and parents

and they would implode into another dimension inside their heart

and they would see that THERE IS NOTHING ELSE!

and they would fall on their knees

and they would cry

and ask for forgiveness from all

and from source

and the world would start changing on a large scale

and eventually we would all feel like this

and we would create beautiful dreams that would spread throughout the universe

and all the aliens would come to the earth when they felt tired or a little sad

for a love bath and some apple juice

we would be the universe-love-spa per excellence

it's nice

to

be

able

to

dream

change the do

.

conversation rich and substantial

right above your head every night, every day

just open up that inner ear of yours,

it sits right in your heart,

listen to the celestial advice

musically timed

perfectly attuned

.

change

so many sing about it

so many have died for it

yet it remains

change never ends

it feeds perpetually on you and me

so let's keep it going

folding out like an origami sphere

let's live inside change

let's invite it to hang out and eat cornflakes with us

i am sure change would like that

.

do

such a little word

it should have at least 8 more letters

for it is everything

nothing gets DOne with out it

not even a doodle

add the word go in front of it

you now have the name of a fantastic album

and a great motto to live by

.

do

.

change

.

and

with your heart

listen

.

hear ye

yeah...

the tune rolls in

voice touches the complement in the inner ear

swim together voice and tune

spin in your respective directions

34:21

completion of duality

dreams of melted polarities

flower in you

out of your chest

liquid sunflower

dancing with the jammin'

bouncing heads

bow to what you know

in your heart

now the flower is withering

petals falling around your center

rippling slowly

i'ts all part of the jammin'

to and fro

like the Indian dance

Musica do Brasil

Dancing in the tip of your new york stake will not improve your digestion

of this sonic locomotion called Brazilian music

Nothing moves quite like it - because IT doesn't actually move

IT moves everyone around it - not always into dance - sometimes it moves inside

Only brandon would understand

this carolina shaped guitar - electric underwater bubble strings

Tunning into the abyss of bliss - riding the pandero hoping stylishly

turn me into a berimbau Oh Lord and my life would be complete

Abandon me in bahia with a pair of maracas - and a flute

ill emerge the victor of the octagon - in which music bounces in and out

Claim the booty of this sounds deep into your heart

there is no other container for them - all else would brake with awesomeness

Sharp little wings turning left and right

emerge from Seu Jorge's fingers when he plays

Honey fairies flutter out of his lips - nest in his throat

copulate in his heart - in the stage and when he sleeps

Papa bear was re-incarnated into Mestre Acordeon - he wanted to be a brilliant philanthropist

so he learned capoeira and sang his life alive

well meninas e meninos

let turn into os mutantes - get drunk on Coehlo, sip guaranas, and jump into 2014

Brazil is the world on a small scale

and how interesting i should write this on the day my country celebrates 200 years of independence.

Salud!

Bloody hell in america

Dreaming a new scent for these circus days

twirling around the time concept we use to have

the splash will be monumental when we arrive

Cultural inception of regulated thought machines

work through lacerated language

nothing makes sense when they don't even know how to speak

or why they're speaking

The purpose is forgotten in a bowl of alphabet soup

circles around circles

and we keep running trying to catch the next corner

the beacon towers of hope, charity, brotherhood, love, and compassion

still warn us of dangerous coasts with ragged rocks and shallow waters

Chaos will ensue when the golden mist starts to blind our voyage

it will be generated by the unknowing masses behaving like hives

dying for the queen without the smallest glimpse of their true size

all parts of this hive we call earth are unique

fight club was using reverse psychology

if you don't believe me watch it backwards while standing on your head

turn me around so i can see the sunrise

explosions of wonderment and lucidity

come to my window at night

when the new moon is high

singing i receive the bounty

of my internal hunters

who thank the stars for guiding them

this pulp is not fiction

this mass is my dream

everything else is just between

this and that exchange meaning and direction

tight rope becomes a cooked noodle

stuffed and primed for consumption

now the choices become clearer by the second

going right is a good idea

just know that it'll take you to the same place

left would have brought

there is no more balancing act

there is no more is

so get out of your house

and play with the water and the sun

when you are done

make a pie

and smile.

Of being

Survive the seeds

of the disrupting apple

mis-information

about

the

truth

origin

legend

grandeur

that always

belonged

to you

they sprouted

grew

divided

spread their mission

covered the mind-ground

of the herds

tied by the heart beats

that were muffled

by the poison

of the rotten

fruits

fermented minds

produced

weapons

hurt

the mass

of the traveler

carrying

the whole

in her blue belly

.

enough

of the airless

bunch

take the handle

open it

go inside it

bloom the rose

blow the west

chill amongst all this love pollen raining down from the marmalade forest canopy

no umbrella

no awning

no cover

just drip

toe

to

top

look up

open your mouth

and refill your tongue

then shout

through your nose

breathe

imagine

this downpour

concealing

nothing

finding the balance point

between all the madness

it is in the hearts

of the poets

and the songs

that you'll find the taste

you've forgotten

in the interim

of being

.

of being tall

of being grand

of being creator

of being master

of being divine

of being you

of being one

To Lion Mouth

Long shadows spill out of the lamp of your soul

they slide up the walls, become tall beautiful canvases

slender and perfect surfaces for the colors of the voices

painted with words and not poems, with poems without words

slap that brush you paint with, that brush you call tongue

mesmerize the tumult in the center of this twinkie society

trapped in the cream of ignorance and indifference

drunk with the manufactured sugars of life

paint the willows in the hearts of the weary

multicolored trunks will make them laugh

they will spread themselves, they will cease to weep

rising the limbs of their melancholy

turning them

into branches of glee

and overcome

scream!

that!

painting!

into!

reality!

Pastel Pants

Washable AND edible colored pants of pastel

wrap around my mind's legs

i slowly fold the bottoms up

three times each side

i am getting ready to run

with the wind AND against it

destination the sun

i will take the scenic route

stop by every moon before i get there

meet new people and try the food

and if it is no good

i can always eat my pants

my pastel pants

they taste like cake

strawberry cake

with green icing

just like the one the moai girls used to make

I hope i dont fall

and if i do

the hope rests

on my ability to get back up

my pants are rolled up

they are ready

go!

for the God of thunder

Realize that the change was made

tiny elves came last night and made all the adjustments

the gelatin was made, they buttered all the crackers, they even put up the decorations on the hill towers

Hanging on to the ways things were last night is ok

things from the night before are transformed

all you have to do is hear the boys from the beach and dance to the new vibes

Scary has had an affair with change

for far too long they've held hands, in the dark, where you couldn't see them

but they're tired of hiding, and to be frank they are kind of fed up with each other

giant whistles in my brain joyfully sing and ding

for a new applause of petals and gentile sirs bathed in golden lava

the merits of the applause are known only to the lava

who slooowly makes its way uphill

tearing with its melting powers the asphalt and the soles of the gentile's shoes

barefooted and steamy the sirs try to pry themselves from this marmalade story, they try to hide away in tall towers, that just like cookies, crumble

the cracks are too much for them

they hold each other

but alas it is too late for hugs now

so they fall

into a pile of sticky cookie crumbs

swimming for the shores

they are too far

they must stop being gentile

the must fight for their life

turn inside and turn into butterflies

fly far and high

fly fly

you gentile butterfly

Randomly unpremeditated words of my heart

"The second time is always faster"

is what the whale driver said to me

then he got along with his flowers and his chains

he was right

this time it whizzed by like a hummingbird's heart beat

i arrived before i could say baton rouge

the air seemed different like it was talking to me

i was too heavy to understand its message tho

i settled with watching the dragonflies dance in the air

with perfect timing without ever loosing form

this suit is too tight

my skin is compressed, it cant even sweat

the day was breezy tho

i ran along fine, held my own until the blue scarab

after that it was all down hill

rolling, not quite like a stone, but rolling none the less

i dont think ive stopped rolling since then

its been wonderful not knowing

while sitting in the know-seat

thank you

and for the last stanza of this crazy jungle of jumbles

i'd like to mention my friend the dog, and also the bee

to whom i give credit for my bad taste in clothes

my long line of favorites

my non-existing closet

for my boomerang outfit

and last but not least

for Sophie

For the African Sophie of my heart

that has left me behind in this forsaken continent

looking after her ear-ry friend

You should know that the wise:

never eat alone, always look for the nearest exit, and keep spare rubber bands in their pocket

they also never forget a friend, even when this friend is breathing the other side of the world's air

Be advised that the loving:

will steal your girlfriend, sometimes lie to make you feel better, always enjoy your company

conquer in the end without the slightest effort, and bake the best cakes.

i love you bolinha cocinada

:)

Inspiration inflamation

HIDDEN REALMS

FACING YOU

WANT TO COME

ALONG FOR THE RIDE

.

NEEDS ARE ONLY WANTS

DRESSED UP WITH BIGGER FEATHERS

ALL WE NEED IS LOVE

AND I DON'T CARE IF ITS CLICHE

.

THE HUNTERS ARE

US

WE RELEASE OUR OWN HOUNDS

BY IGNORING THE NOW

.

HOW TO GO QUIET

IN THIS LOUD SPHERE OF SOUND?

TRUE RELEASE

IS PAST YOUR OWN LIMITATIONS

ONLY THEN

WILL YOU

HEAR THE TRUE SONG

.

.

MONSTERS ABOUND

PAIRED OFF WITH ANGELS

.

EQUAL AMOUNTS

OF PALADINS

AND BLACKGUARDS

.

DANCING

.

SHIELD AND SWORD

HELD TIGHT

.

UNTIL THE VERY END

.

LET THEM HEAR MY THOUGHTS

LET THEM FIGHT TO THE BITTER END

.

THE WINNERS AND THE LOSERS

WILL LEAVE IN THE SAME BOAT

SIDES ARE IRRELEVANT

IN THE AFTERMATH

.

IT IS IN THE FIGHT

THAT IT ALL HAPPENS

IT IS THE GOOD FIGHT THAT MATTERS

NONE WOULD EXIST WITHOUT IT

.

TO SUCCUMB TO EITHER SIDE

WILL LEAD TO INSIPID THOUGHTS

AND TO UNFAIR RESOLUTIONS

OF THE SELF

.

I DON'T WANT TO LIVE

A FLAT LIFE

I DON'T WANT TO LIVE

IF IT'S GOING TO BE BLAND

.

AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU

.

MULTIDIMENSIONAL HABANEROS

IS WHAT I BRING TO THIS TABLE

OF LIFE

.

WHAT DO YOU GOT?

.

CAN YOU NOT SEE?

THE BANQUET THAT HAS BEEN SERVED FOR US

CAN YOU NOT BELIEVE?

YOU CAN EAT ALL YOU WANT!

.

HAVE YOU BEEN FOOLED?

INTO TAKING

VERY SMALL BITS

.

INTO FILLING

YOURSELF WITH SCRAPS

.

INTO EATING

WITHOUT DRINKING

THE NECTAR OF LIFE

.

INTO WORKING VERY HARD

FOR SOMETHING THAT ALWAYS

BELONGED TO YOU?

.

INFLATE

YOUR SOUL

FILL YOUR SPIRIT BELLY

EAT, DRINK, SPILL

THIS DIVINE

FLUID MOTION

.

DO

WHAT EVER

YOU

WANT

.

THINK BEYOND THE HERD

.

LOOK OUTSIDE THE WORLD

AND INTO YOURSELF

.

.

HAPPINESS IS FOR THOSE

WHO MAKE MISTAKES

.

FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNAFRAID OF LIVING

EVERY TUESDAY

AS IF IT WERE

A SUNNY SUNDAY

.

FOR THOSE WHO

IN A THOUGHTFUL WAY

DO NOT GIVE A DAMN

ABOUT YOU

OR ME

OR THE RULES

.

FOR THOSE

WHO SOMETIMES WASTE

THE PRECIOUS NECTAR

.

BUT ALWAYS

WITH LOVE

GIVE THANKS

.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

WAKE THE FUCK UP

.

THANK YOU