Asian anarchy entertainment

Blackmailing policeman, fake weed by the pavment

Youth prostitution clan, cafe gatechrased by an elephant

Pickpocking on fullmoon, clothing and jewellry replicants

Newlly wedds honeymoon, scoreing whores when partner present

She got the blame, who is this man with my ring she mutters

English same same, respectable men become jesters

Cambodian waterfalls, national treasure is overcrowded

Inmoral bootycalls, ignorence for travel ahead

Conforming signal, girl took me to her hotel

Security call, suprised offender told to go to hell

Easy meat-market, caucasion profils higher rank then asian

Economic orbit, treated like air by his own the vietnames american

Haggling network, scooters and cows in all valleys

Frogwomen at work, labour refugees, exploited burmes

Arrested husband, cuffed and dragged naked threw a lobby

Bribed freedom, his accuser triggerd divorecery

Ladyboy decois, land ownd by alien real estate agent

Disel stained turtles, poverty is a kodak moment

Happy ending, all pearls are cast to us swine

Junk burning, all is justified under the sunshine

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His thoughts are out of date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

To who ever it goes out to

Whoever you are, I wish you were here
Whatever you do, I wish you the best
However you feel, I wish I knew
Whenever you’re gone, I wish I could come
Whenever you smile, I wish it lasts
Whoever you meet, I wish it’s good
Whoever you like, I wish it’s mutual
Whatever you say, I wish we agree
Whatever happens, I wish you hope the same for me.

Now let’s dance

Hemphazard

In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.

it's over now







Hemphazard\ Odes to the postmodern century (2004)

Driving insane

we all need friends in the depths of negativity

ignorance can be relief when knowledge is secluted

the playground is full hitchhikers who are wet and deep

all our paths are crossed when we lose it

I was already a ration refugee

the smaller the curve the bigger the turn descended

in the haven traffic, diamonds and jewels deplete

worthless compared to self-fulfillment wanted

sides are been chosen carefully

empty hands are lined up and the bomb has been planted

tomorrow we have a new fusion to beat

but for now, the pause has been impregnated

we separate ourselves from unity

and unite in what needs to be kept separated

we all need an nemesis for our retubution is weak

love is a myth so my words are forged by hatred