Where art thou!

To the neophytes and the hermaphrodites and that entire God made us for.
To the revolutionaries and the emissaries of a peace that never was.
To the invaders and the natives and the land that was robbed.
To the pure and the puritans.
To the poppers and the paupers.
I advocate a clean slate.

Someone once told me, that it was extremely important for every man and woman to have an object of worship.
It had started then.
The seeking.
In catwalk alleys of altruistic sages preaching "the advantages of usage of cannabis'
And through piles and piles of dirty underwear stacked up in cold water apartments.

In fury in love in dejection and in disinterest.
In bread and in steak. And in the divine wine.

A Rainy Dream

Pearls seep through your drenched hair

Soaking your forehead, and those dark sickles on top of your eyes
Slowly your eyes go moist, lips cold and dank
The vermilion cheeks stiff with a moist chill.

You were away for a long time
Back to me only for the night
Walking through the reckless rain for an hour and more

Put aside your clammy clothes
Sit by my fire, sit by me
Let me warm your feet with the guarded heat of my palms
Which I held carefully only for you
And your lips with mine.

I wish I could breathe inside out an eternal fire
I wish to know, in you lies an infinite thirst
That will always draw you back home.

We Move

Tequila and lime
Coherent warp of time
Highway away from the slime
Our love, too green to rhyme.

When time digs a pool
Where do you drop the drool
You ran away from school
Today, it's not so cool.

Wrong or right
That was the fight
A mystic light
A pedantic plight.


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High and flying
Mothers crying
Fathers dying
Brothers raping
Sisters whoring for bread.