Stank of kitchen clogs and routineYour fingernails have roofedevery single stinginessshe pours into the same old lunch,same old story abouteating fairy farts being goodfor those blasted templelinesageing your mugshot.They are now drenched being drenchedin her wrists frailtyher fingerjoints´ wimpinessand her bicepchokingyour guilt and moralityinto making a cousteauof your hands.Arise them laterCAREFULLYas the eldritch scents of the sinkare the trendiest jewelryfor your overbonesshe still whines about you dripping lightas you proceed to makea mirror out of the kitchen.
I Fear:AbandonementLoneliness creeps in,Twisting an innocent mind.The twine to society is broken,A weak line.I was abandoned long ago,In a barren land full of snow.Why nobody likes me,I do not know.I wish I could fly awayAnd escape this cold.But sprouting wings is not easy,So I must stay herAnd keep on freezing.
RiseRiven strips of mortalityIntimacy completes vitalityScars healed misbegotten painEscape the stream, hatred slain
The Fight Between Carnival and LentTHE FIGHT BETWEEN CARNIVAL & LENTPeople gathered at the market squareCelebrating the Carnival in the townThey follow the processionTo begin the feastMaster is riding a beer barrelHolding a pork chopWearing a huge meat pieAs a head dressHas a weapon for the fightButcher with knivesIs to cut the meatAnd start the CarnivalDeceptive man dressed in yellowFollowed by a womanHolding in her head a tableCovered with nice foodIn one hand holds a tumblerIn the other a candleMan plays the luteWith a religious soulBut still celebratingThe tavern is full of peopleLeaders of the processionWatched by the drinkersBeggars follow the processionWatched by a bagpiperFollowing the CarnivalPeople draw water from the wellGive money to the poorAnd pray to the GodLady Lent dressed like a nunLooks gaunt and thinFollowed by menWho feed the beggars bread and biscuitsHer wagon full of foodAt the church stands a statueTo conceal any StrokeWomen prepare fishMen carry winePeople
The WildEverywhere we go, there is violenceNo matter how harsh, there is toleranceA man is burned, a woman is rapedBut do not worry, all of it is tapedEverywhere we go, there is corruptionIn every paperwork, there is abductionA land is bought and a house is litBut do not worry, a tower is builtEverywhere we go, there is povertyAnd every helpless is begging for teaSearching for truth, we look down uponOr without remorse, simply move onEveryone that says, we live in the wildThe strong is to rule and the weak to dieWhat is your response, to this question?That seen a lion, that kills its nation?
RiseWhere have all your smiles gone,your faith, your heart, your soul?Where is the light which once shone?Where did your smile go...I beg from you, another chance.I beg you let me go.I plead, oh please, wake from your trance,Wake where our love grows.You slipped into this waking dread,The sun slipped from my skyI slipped you into your death bedbut you refused to dieYour skin turned to an ashen gray,your hair fell from your head,your chest would slowly rise with breath,you rose not from the bed.I know not what you dream about,I know not that you dream...I know not if you've fallen asleep,Or are simply caught in between.Where have all your smiles gone,once you shone so bright.your eyes were like the rising starsWhich guide me through the night.Now the night is thick as tar,And we're caught in its blightI'll find you though, near or far,.....You'll rise another night.D.S.E 2014
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