Friday, 27 March 2009

Moon sugar

Resident on cloud nine

With a anchor tied to my ankle

Pulling me back behind enemy line


Watched the constellations orgy

Woke up to the sunset

And got molested by reality


Everything I encounter takes breath away.

Cheating on my lungs with devious truth

Why breath when a body is built to decay


Made me fall in love every night,

Dumbt every morning for six billion strangers

Every day routine is a bummer of daylight


Struggling to find myself significant

When I kiss you my lips feels like bacon

Who’s the pig that makes me feel like a sloppy second


Free will is something within awareness

Here I build my woman

In a fashion that's less ferocious


Some openly kiss asses

Among remains of the new world

And some give oralsex fore the same matters


Why sink low to be formal

When intercourse true form

Is a passion of the nocturnal


At the break of dawn I break dawn face

The woman which I don’t wake up beside

Is the same one as it ever was, to erase


My sweet addiction, my moon sugar

Count your sheep or count your days

The highlight of the day it’s when it’s over



Written 2005/Cancerface

Monday, 16 March 2009

Raised fist pt:3

diverse proximity, yet distance is much more closer
let my candle

finally kindle,

eluminate all

for the better


dont need your oxygen to fill my lungs with your cumbustion
imminent adversity

to kill all competition


Push that transformer default off the edge.

The pieces will be picked up by men assembling a new logic


Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Sunday, 15 March 2009

Raised fist pt:2

Ferocious by gentle touch, like scratching punk music

My hands tilt

to gesticulate

a instant

stur the conflict


Your palms have blood stains, and you want to shake my hand

Infect your infliction elsewhere;

pick on your own brand


Push that transformer default off the edge

The pieces will be picked up by men assembling a new logic


Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Saturday, 14 March 2009

Raised fist pt:1

Break the monographs, mark of your affliction

It's ominous

to my nimbus

puts violence

in my spectrum


It dents perception that I worked so hard to achieve

The weather

is never

in favor

clouded what I believe


Push that transformer default off the edge

The pieces will be picked up by men assembling a new logic


Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

The perfect soldier


there's a white flag coveerd with bullet holes
making an exempel to those who are not involved

-

the perfect soldier goes fishing because he´s unemployed
the unsafety on his rifle cant me moved because it´s rusty
his uniform is laying in the addict coverd in mold
he encourages his oldest son not to join the army

you cant find his fingerprints on his trigger
strictly strikt exterior but inside he feels missplaced
nor a collected decapited trophys from the perimider
he writes white lies in his letters for his beloved´s solace

dont show fear, keep his cohorts calm with chocolate bars
he feels that the military stole five years of his mid-twenties
keeping his sanity with cigarettes and postcards
and all he received back was a limp leg and bad memorys

not bragging to his friends about his armyservice or survival
he prefers to call it an obligation and not an honorable cause
and let´s his kids play cowboy and indian with his medel
exaggerated situation when strangers welcomes him home whit applause

-

there's a white flag coveerd with bullet holes
making an exempel to those who are not involved


The perfect soldier/Odes to the postmodern century 2004

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

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

Monday, 26 January 2009

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