Labelled fruit

All heil the king of mediocre at his peak

My life is his dandruff falling down on his collar.

In one way all his demons sits on his shoulder

All sin ascend beyond their rescue stages

Sin flourishes when sane minds plot

He tantalized my tantrums blind spot

He recoils disconsigtions spine

His thoughts are out of date

And his methods of act deplete

Enduring a tornado trying to catch his breath

Our fruits came from the same soil he labelled

And he left my ration cosmetic or tin-foiled

When I realized what initiated his strive

All that known hunger became passion

Hunger for power, knowledge and wisdom

He hates me because of his mistakes

The success of eating his own labelled fruit

Cain´s mark is on your forehead and Pan stopped playing the flute

Follow he who claim the land his

Then pay to eat trademarked for what is rightfully free

His ego has the power to spare everyone anarchy

He cut of the trees roots for limited growth

His personal agriculture fits in a balloon

Titans are small, leeches are large and no one settles for medium

4 - 5th december 2008

They say a picture can describe a thousand words

But I can describe a thousand pictures from one word

She’s like street art. She was electric and I made her smile, smiling electricity

Water is fatel around her, we meet on the ocean, emaculating tritonity

She like a jungle and I found her. Strategic in combination with appealing wilderness

The game rules she seemed to know. I didn’t want to play thou, to obvious her tactics

She’s the most sense my journey had so far in this turmoil of drunken movements

There’s always something missing, she’s a possibility of my aware absence.

I don’t know the mathematics of her mind. Life is all about education

Saying you don’t want to learn is like saying you don’t want to eat in starvation

She’s a new language, all verbs and constantans and I want to learn her.

Put no faith in love at sight, I know the yurn when the right person occur

She’s the person that the situation requires to amplify its haze

Then that sample just sticks. The break of sonic silence my life plays

She’s like a song you stick to after hearing the first time

I can imagine her touch can massage the universes spine

This poem came from her name, now part of my personal display

Tomorrow I might never see her again but she is today.

They say a picture can describe a thousand words

But I can describe a thousand pictures from one word.

suckers

(2: hanna / cancerface)

Claustrophobic in space

Today I wish I was the only population this planet habited

The reacquiring cuff that sounds like cancer stages

The endorphin gauge is low, food tastes fowl and morbid

Body fluids drying out like the bones of serpents

Sound recosheing in my skull like reverbed hate debates

I would never change myself due to someone else be

Silhouette soundtracks composed by violins of dire straits
I can’t prevent someone change themselves due to me

Drink the alcohol of schizophrenia, what sobers the insane

Intoxicated you deal with a black hole identity

Hung-over worlds have no orbit only a supernovas flame

Sucked in to someone’s ugliness or beauty

Awareness is the consciences noisy neighbour