My MasterPiece.

Fredag den 9 Januari 2009

Piece, Peace to Master.

Rays
And eclipses
Triumphs
Twisted
By sequences
Of the
Righteous distance
Lacks unlisted

We call flaws
Small cracks

In the pavement
On the walls

Along the walls
Small cracks

Grand Canyons
Grand opening
Grand closure
Grand secrets
Never spell out
Always sworn
Underneath it all

Along the wall
We call – flaws

We call our own
We come to own
We call
A song petite

Birds fly
Wraps bravery
Ribbons a’ bow
Around sky
Swirling
Kisses
Shallowness

Will we
Date
Will we
Pretend
Will we
Live
Unhappy happily ever end
Are you
Only, my friend
Are you,
An only friend
Will you
Survive
The end
Will you
Let me win
Let yourself
Loose
End
Let me bend
Your loose ends

Will

Is requested and required
Aspired
In faiths closet
Behind closed doors

Grand Canyons
Small triangles
Triangle drama
Triangle sex
What or which
Sex
Is this
What or which or who
Sex
Are you

Six years old, again
Time to recall
The end
Close
Up
Friend
Closure
Mends

What
Who
Which
They are all
Witches
What are you?

We call flaws
Damp the distance
Hear my call
Here
Right here
Right, here
Right, here

Right near
Right or wrong
Honesty
Rightly
Wrongly
Sincere
Very strongly
Sincere

Extremes folded
Upon a chair
Just like the red curls
Of lies
In your hair

That lies
That dwells
That very badly
Smells
That falls
To be caught

In rays
And eclipses
In cracks
Along the wall

Behold
Me bleed
Seeds
Of life
I am ripe
Rapidly raped
In your arms
By your worms

Words

Media
That shouldn’t
We thought couldn’t
Hurt

Stirred and blurred
Blended Martinis
Blended
Skin colõrs
Red, yellow
Black, white

Day through night
No wrongs
No rights
First do wrong
Then do right
Make up
For one
Made up
Disaster night
For one
Pre-printed-
All-known-
Beaten-all-blue-
Mistake-fight
Apologize
And acceptance
Behind bars

Return to distance

Blessed by leisure’s
Wade in neon light
Cat fights
Skin too tight

Return to:

Do wrong
Do rights
Recognize
We are all mixtures
Though
It seems
We missed it

The mixture
Nuances of fiction

Preached until ten
Then
Sent to Hell
Cold hard street
Cold hard steel
Cold hard asphalt

Way too sweet
Way too misfit

Sealed with
Weed
Sealed with
Scratches
Scraped bin
Spoken by
Whip lashes

Found un-complete
Among thrashes
Needles and pins

Written loss
Criss-Cross
Ding-Dong
Ding-Dong
Ding-Dong

Finally,
Mama’s coming home
Daddy never present
Maybe all the time
Fallen to be failed
As a cause
In this game
No one is to blame

Restrained
From all the tears
Drained
From all the tears

15 people
No peers
Yes,
They felt it
It
It hurt
It felt
It beated
For child
Molested

Right here
Right, here
Right, here

Sincere fear
Actual apathy

Let it bound
Between thoughts
Thoughts between

You and me

For
We’re not red
No
We’re not yellow
We’re not
Way too loud
Not
Forced down mellow

They can’t stand beer
They burn at home
Home gone
Trailer park
Left alone
Reservations
Soon all gone
White reserved
Golden Chair
V.I.P
Through Golden Era

Planted out
Just like the red curls
Of lies in your hair

How long
Will reservation last?

Maybe black
Will take back
Presidential stand
Settlers claimed
Red mans land

I stand in no mans land
Hold my hand

I hold my breath

Speak my opinion
Considering:

Silicon breasts
Silicon Valley
Validates on
Computer science
Still going strong
Computer knowledge
No knowledge
At all

I say,
Will you listen:

To rise
To stand tall
We will
Have to die
We will
Have to fall

Burn all legacy
Into pure energy

Procedure
Procedure
Procedure,
Please

Melt my truth
In average
Cheddar cheese
McDonalds
Raise your kids
For the better

Maybe,
Just maybe

Each ray
Each eclipse
Would allow
One letter

Maybe,
Just maybe

We could
Build a new
Native tongue

Maybe

The cracks
Underneath the surface
Will make us strong

Maybe

You could be
Both
Daughter
And Son

Maybe
You could

Possibly
Probably

Be

The only
One.





Tisdag den 6 Januari 2009

should not be to sum is not for me

12 steps to patience
7 to fall
8 to hear whispers
2 to hear them call
1+1+1 - 2 feel

hysteria enfolds
construct out of destruction
chaos never wilst withhold

water coagulates along surface of my skin
suppress serpentine tears
build a lather out of bubbles
soap reflection gone within

I wont understand
until I give in

yes,
I shall be fair to chaos
then out of dust
of all snow
I'll be the heroin

out of what is demolished life will beam

it may seem,
but is not

truth
wont be recognized
until it is sacrificed

fairy flower grow under winter woe
as a splinter foe through heavy barricade
I will watch as he unfolds
my vibrationally stained parade
splashes on my forehead
nobody is a fool
if they are blessed
I am blessed without success or failure
I am blessed with endless lessons
tests without reasons
so no reasons I will reason with
or about
teaches me without doubt

thicker skin wont be put upon
until former layers tilt unworn

underneath my out of reach
my truly truly unknown

vows weren't taken
no promises broken
no body fluids flaked of sheets
no lust mistaken for trust
in sweet love clustered blush
no rush
no rush
no rush
no matters mattered up
mapped out over time
no yours
no mine
no holistic signs
no ocean
no sky
no matters
no matters at all

not a matter of farewells or welcomes
neither was there any to subdue or to be-come

beacon street
smell this wet heat
smell it for the fathers
for the mothers
for those bothered by the un-bothered

no matters
no at all
nothing
none

ownership was claimed
upon infinity
to own should be

intangible infidelity
masculinity
femininity
fertility
disability

that's all

to be or not to be
able
to be or not to be
living
to be
giving
only to take
if it is given

to be without
ownership

to be or not to be free

in fact
the matter of property
requirements
expectations
rules
destinations

should not be
to sum

is not
for me.





Tisdag den 6 Januari 2009

Spot Our Echo

If you’re gonna put a ring on me
Make that swing on me
Your mama’s gonna bring me tea
Come on closer
Take a look at me
Spot my echo
This is who I’ll be

Look at my white skin
Even in the summertime
Got nothing to hide behind
Tan or no tan
Are you enough
Woman / man
Can you stand
Stand up straight
Walk in tar
Wade in water, children

Consideration
Administration
There’s no room
Left for right
Admiration
Population has been polluted
Abused and disordered
Ordered armies murdered

Now, can you stand up?
When they hit the shooter
Pass the rudeness to the voters
Pass the power to the provocative’s
Violation

Oil mends segregation
For a while
Among those rich races
Bathing and swimming
In limitations

Fact is:
We’re the producers
If you don’t want to get listed
As responsible user
Maybe, you shouldn’t choose to
Use your free will

Hit the presses
Text message sent
Thru the distance
Sex my third dimension
Time back time

There
Where
They don’t bother
‘bout liquor stores
Make you whiskey soar
‘bout those depart-stores
Makes me sick-ass-soar

Force humanity
To consume more

While we’re burning fast
We’re dying silently slow

I wish I could punch a hole
Into the very back bone
Into their narrow minded core

Then
They would
Spot our echo

Yes,
They would
Hear us roar!





Måndag den 5 Januari 2009

The American Dream (er)

They
Bold(ly)
Bad (ly)
Sold (me)
The American dream (er)
Corrupt story unfold
Willingly
Filling me, pocket up
Rocky ground assumed as stabile
Hit the gong-gong
Work and wiggle
The riddle from the cradle
Erupted from inner, booth
Boost the effort
With the effect
Lord knows, I’m a woman
Of prediction
Therefore I crave for
Impulses
That rapidly challenges
Steady
Moves me
Forward, on guard
Downward
So that I get to rise in climb
To top
Sip the soup of distance
Hit me with persistent
Movement
Bold
Encouragement
Blood
Taste
Like gold
I waste the vessel
And hustle my way home
Instead
Of comfortable bed thread all threat
Head over heels
I head towards surface
Like a fish
Half dry / half wet
Swirl and twist
Through thorough net
A bubble presses for liberation
Collaborates with gravity
Plays rolls play
He met me
He swung me
Won me over
Sober drunkenness
I’m strongly purposing
Arising
Appearing
Wearing him without
Doubt
No winning
Nor loosing
Consider love
Without choosing
Just just justice
I am sold
Measured up in both
Theory as practice
He is the only
American dream(er)
That caught me.







Måndag den 5 Januari 2009

Merry-Go-Round.

Pt.1

Trivial pursuit
Rival percussion
Fatal reduction
Vital seduction
All in a row
At the merry-go-round

I’ll ride the waive
Out
Ride it round and round
Up and down
Until confusion is dissected
Out of my guts
Out of their spines

High-rise pine trees
Seize no pain
At all
Wind will pass in change
Pines stand tall

I flip the dices
You read me the surprises
As
Excitement rises with agony
‘Who’s it gonna be
this time around?’

We’re all in a row
At the merry-go-round




Pt.2

Sentimental parachute
I shoot you down
Discomforting silence
When no sound is spotted
As you hit
All grounds
Down by the
High-rise pines

Collective survival
Revival rebellions hope
Slope
The parking lot
Put on
Dope-show
In distance ignitions are whistling
Spot of sounds
From the old merry-go-round

Minced out men and women
Thrown in a bowl
Non-tolled
Ingredients
Untraceable evidence
Smuggling stealing
What and awful soup

Coop
Candy-lanes and pop-corn chains
Instead

Raid on the carousels
Rain on others parade
Be late home for bed

Don’t make it show
That you stood in line
For the merry-go-round
This time.






Måndag den 5 Januari 2009

Lick'd Clear Clean Cut Near

deep light green
neon trees
i found myself floating
in the whirls of the east
west river coast
clear

we saw thru each
other
spheres
but did not sow
any growing
banana seeds
tiger lines
monkey cream

i understand
my friend
for you are me and I am you
too
bold
too
straight
too
much
too
little
too curly to thick
smoke

our sleep seeds of other growths
will and would
evoke

it is grains of gold along the path
the grass line is cut clean
of all extra math
X’s and Y’s
Mrs and Mr Lines
guarded pavement by pause
and play us
just like the buildings we peak-D
in
a we-want so bad
so good
all that

that
all
is

bubbles of hot chocolate´
ins-Allah in
chilli Hill-Billy conqueror
Cowboys or Vikings
Alans’ or Danes
it all was then
then never occurred
without

him finding
her flying

be-rocked
ba´stanto
basta´rds

re-memories licks my brain-bolt
inside of my chain revolt
am I soft
soothed
calm and pleasant
each thought I owe
to you

lingers like the grass line thru

night time evening and September
stormy weathers you
need
flaws
to be unperfected
from those claws
holding you into
barging you in pant
eagle high hallucination

the nation of soaring is not above
you are not me i am not you

love
is
where abouts grows
no seeds
needs water there

i know
our differencessentials belief
thief’s’ our wisdom at times
triggers the blind to
close their eyes
we apologize
to no one

i do not have to ask
God
knows I will

i was freed from the fire
you burnt me
like tribes rejuvenating
jewelleries of dusk
dust
musts
and needs
diamond cut
in trees
and wood

i would not
and was not caused
more than fober
sober I see
clear.

for you
i’ll drink
all glasses
clean.





Lördag den 3 Januari 2009

Mercy, Mercy, Mercy

mercy mercy mercy on us
we who fight
we who fuss
boss us around cus
we boss other down
put people ritzy falsetto on

mercy god, mercy on our playground
way too serious to take
two much of something better
better be gun
and shoot them
shut-up
ghetto
5th avenue
mistake
take
broadway indian trail
train express ways in so many
fairytales
ways waivery wonders against us
all
doubt is
present buy me one too
confusionless route


mercy mercy mercy messiah
we who preach out bragging
badging bags measurements
out of hand
nodding no
in silence

violet agressiveness they hire
who am i?
fifth avenue desire

higher higher higher to brake
break it down
forth wall miss-
take 5
other peers in surroundings
lets buy up land and put central parks behind

us

we who rush
between thus
between creole and diamonds

downwards they eat chicken on fire
on the branch of tired
food coma
comma comma come on what have you got
and?
what have you got man?

on come
on up

upwards where
they mince turkey there
non stop
for all the buffalos where for fedged ín net sphere
tough
only fynd found in foundliness
forestlands
landslide down the rise

in east
or is it west?

what do we know if we turn the rest
meanwhile standing completely still
completion is still
still
far
farways
so they breed no rice these days

we just pray the mice wont beat us this time
if we start to listen to the terry gilliams great
gatsby eats me
beats you
monthy phyton rhymes
hide behind the flies
bushes set on
fire signs
one day the mice will take us
dolphins left before us
smart ones above
count the stars
for luck
sing the chorus
buy the weekly-inn-lay-service-for-the-whores
and


mercy mercy mercy
oh mary
jesus
st.cecilia sound out
mercy for me
and on me it shall be

soon