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 Jan 2014 René Mutumé
Anna
I sing with salted lungs
drown me
I'm a bottle lost at sea
 Jan 2014 René Mutumé
Anna
I don't feel anything
Besides a storm
And the knife between my thighs.
I'm sorry.
I want you.
I want me.
But right now
All I am is bleeding.
 Jan 2014 René Mutumé
Anna
My sadness is an ocean,
My smile is the shortest line.
One soul is missing from this pauper's mansion.
One bed stays cold all day, all night.
We were three, then two. And now the two are really each their own.
One and one.

One soul is missed in this casa.
La alma de mi perrito.
 Dec 2013 René Mutumé
Paige
The sun is pulled down the same way you pull me closer to you
The beauty or the skyline just before the sun kisses the land goodbye can not be compared to how your eyes never refuse to dull
And while our shadows leave us alone I can feel the air getting cold
But here you are with the warmth of your smile
The hot touch of your skin
And the inviting color of your mocha brown eyes
I can't seem to get over how darling the night sky looks when it's completely dark
The calm touch of a black blanket covering us with specks of light holding us dear
Both of us shouting at the moon for it to never fall back down
Knowing that this is our one and only chance
The closeness of our coffee stained breaths make clouds of love in the chilled atmosphere
The silence of us slowly kissing in cars
And the shape of your fingers tangled in mine
I can feel it like it was the next year
Although over thousands of miles away I still believe you're near
Cause I can still hear you *screaming at the same moon.
Inspired by song No ******* Dancing In the Living Room by Chiodos
 Aug 2013 René Mutumé
Fah
From the ***** of my * seeing chair*  emerges the womb of darkness
i offer a prayer in good faith to the writers and the play rights and the authors and the artists
who have come undone,

This is not a love song but, an improvization of lyrical ******* and beat making sensation ,
tingle dance and flair , wave the flag , steer this ship on home ...... we are on an island of dreams
floating like their ain't no inbetween , and we sleep and we care and we take shifts -  and for the pack and for the tribe and for the people under the nights sky ............... this is the music after midnight , after Luna's caress are there written all over with sols liquid golden flare -
to fall unto us , the lucky pair who just so happens to be the golden pair
strictly speaking they're actually birds
but taken shape as human form
it's an odd one i know but still
they soar like them

higher than kites that fly in kite season.


dopple gangers

we're entering mysterious
mystic dimensions now

i see boggots on the horizon

moon shield is up

dip the rigger

i smelt a thief a couple days ago

i woke up with a inkling

not sure yet

still

gotta think of things

if you can sleep whilst you are awake well then

well then

well then

night vision
is real

dragons are real
nagas are raw
did you think i said ******

in all those rap songs i wrote?

we are very pleased that so many of you have answered your calls
but it's gunna take a miracle
to tip the scales

i'm lady justice

and he is the executioner

he's ice cold

i'm hot as you like

i'd like you all to remeber one key thing

i don't exist

you cnnot **** me

but i AM the security

welcome to EARTH

we have delivers everyday from everywhere gotta bless and make sure that you fly safe

yOU MADE THE BABIES CRY

YOU MADE MY BABY CRY


I TOLD YOU DO NO MORE


NO MORE
WE HAVE SENT MULTIPLE WARNINGS


WHO EVER

DIS RESEPECTS THE AREA

WILL BE ANSWERING TO WHAT SOME MAY CALL KARMA

but i am the time keeper
and we have everyone as long as they will - it themselves


Hard 'work' pays off
I had a dream about a mask
It was terrifying.
The mask, I mean
I don't remember much about the dream.
The masked man ran around,
Tearing through town,
Taking vengeance on those that had cut him down

Everyone knew he wouldn't
Couldn't
Maim another
Because though through his mask
He became another
He was still a person
Just a person with his soul scared silent
His spirit sealed shut

His mask's mouth was sewn up
Like a doll that had misbehaved,
Said,
"I love you"
"You're my best friend"
Without having its string pulled to say it

The man,
Or rather the mask,
Was chasing a group of kids
Who had threatened a girl
That was very dear to him.
He pinned them down but couldn't speak,
So he bit off his own lips

Suddenly his speech wasn't deformed
And his vendetta didn't matter anymore
He threw himself to the floor and
He wept
He wept tears of unfathomable joy.

Then I woke up
Knowing as I gasped for air
That the dream had passed.
But when I reached up to my face,
I could still feel that mask.
So I started,
Layer by layer,
To peel it back.
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