Your sweet butterflies created in the perfect lab
Have visited me in a dream,
They told me so many things that my gut felt forced to train itself,
Stretch to sentence them to a higher flight
Where they could find everything they couldn't want but the way they loved: peaceful
Butterflies fluttering their wings, flying up, flying down,
Mesmerising my mind,
Where's the bee?
They bring pollen that took on their wings
But the bee,
The bee is bringing her honey and her poison and her humming,
Then a buzz,
Then a flight in the search of more flowers.

I ate three thousand butterflies and their queen
Had no problem.

I couldn't hate this world of yours more,
What's there to learn that they are too ******* important!?
Oh, but I didn't know, I didn't know!

I tried to avoid it, 'ate all that I could,
Felt ill to the stomach!
Outch,
Now time to fast and heal!

I even became a vegan,
Oh, well, that went' so well!
Only some birds here started being inviting, delicious food I reject
Like an idiot of a vegan.

And I got in some real trouble.

Now I'm sorry for even bothering
For anybody.

I missed it more than you know,
This is for you: may all your justice be
Done, uhn-uhn undone,
I hate being misplaced
Trying to have fun
With this
That tells
Of a rotten thing I must have ate...

So long with my poetry,
So long with all our words,
So long with our wishes, plans and goals...
So long with the winds and the charms
And all the work we've done...

So long, with everything we ever loved.

For a solitude imposed,
Fathers, mothers wishing me so much time to live!
Oh, this wonderful life kept in captivity,
I thought I made it fun,
I thought I made it sad,
Until I WOKE UP and learned the real path,
Until I WOKE UP and really thought!

When I love you is when I can hate the most....

And when I can hate I can only love...

Of being a stupid depressed *****,
Just because he likes you that way...
Just because she likes you that way...
Oh, the honour!

And you didn't know
It's because someone loved you.

But you MissLead and cheat,
You teach us to be little
And good for nothing ******
And if we dare to raise you
A better human then
We're told We're nothing, we are put down,
We're taught the hard lesson of being wrong
As right would be too hard, too hard to take
And if we dared and managed and helped you'd find a way to punish us...


Oh... The Kid... The kid you aren't.
Oh,... The kid kidding around you aren't!
You serious child! Why won't you just live the hell out of great trouble you couldn't take!?

If we dared we would have to suffer
And if we lied, still the same.
                            So
      Let's suffer brightly, shall we?

I don't even know who's to blame for all this,
So I blame God,
A human couldn't have done it, Couldn't have done all this harm...
All this beauty, all this might.

I don't have any idea who's behind all this
So I blame the Devil,
He likes to play some little tricks...
Show the smart out of the black of blue skies under.

With Honour and Regrets
I'll speak this truth that travels Mind,
It travels Heart,
A Soul combined,
A worm eating me alive...

I don't have any clue who's behind all this,
I suspect the Man but then comes the Proud Woman
To make me understand: Life is life, Death is death
And Saviours can be anywhere.

As I wait in this loud silence imposed
While the war makes soul of our hearts and brains
I learn
I weep
I tell
I can't explain to myself this crave for suffering.
It must be a habit
Imposed
As well
Made
As the hives of bees.
Could I accept the miracle?
Was I supposed to hurt him more?
I can't explain myself this crave for suffering.
It must be a bad habit.

I danced with all my heart
I trained
I learned
I loved
I learned
I lived
Thinking myself a human being
Dreaming myself up
Down and deep beneath
Until that day came:
A fly flew to my mouth
I tried to avoid eating it
Now I wonder:
What the fly?!

As it feels so just to you:
Couple me strategically.
This goes with that,
That with this
And he's a good catch! 'Have to keep him;
There's no love
But you've been educated well,
You can handle,
Maybe in time you'll end up falling in love.

Hopefully with the same man you married.
Then you will have kids,
Be it love or duty,
And you won't have to love them
Which is for the best:
No heart-break, no trouble,
Just a bit of sweet a cake
Due to strategy.

The only way you were willing to offer
Is the slave way,
Now what can I say?
Slaves you always use then destroy
For maybe they'd tell,
May be they'd tell on you,
Their story spread all over the world.
You may never have me,
Never see me again after all this abuse!

Didn't you have enough fun?

We create our apologies every day
With every moment of a thought given,
Taken an idea and moved forward
For the sake of multiplication
Of our dearest moments!

That! your problem is
That I still exist...

I don't have a heart...
               You gladly helped it go to ruin.

One doesn't have to take any awful blame
And they don't have to live in shame,
No shame... No, no!

Something to treasure and fight to have!
Hah! The great life I had!
Something to be grateful for...
Still.... Why wouldn't one go back there?

Hihi! The great life I had!
Something to literally **** for!
Still, why wouldn't I bother for all that anymore?

Hah! I'm dead and have moved on!
Not killing myself for crap anymore.

From the rain brought down on earth
Crops have grown
Evolved some species of plant,
Seeds can live and grow,
Seeds can become so beautiful
Feeding us well.

Farm tales.

I think I already had something said of some pigs and some cows...
And chickens...
Other animals were involved,
But said not enough of the noble horse and the mighty peacock.
But there's much more, there is much more! And all of you quite know how many animals...

And we all joke until it becomes not funny anymore
But there's solution.

I've lost my soul
Or did the soul lost me?
Either way: as long as we can be happy...!

Sweet translations...
                         of sentiment spoken seaS
Where interpretation runs wild-free...
and chances for better days can end.

I sometimes wonder...
          : Why you react the way you do...
Which words were the ones that touched you...
What acts of mine betraying yours...
Hurting your prides...
   : Why do you react the way you do...
I sometimes wonder...

"What the gift! ?!"

Of the same story,
The same depressions
Still, thankful for not going through the worst?

I don't know what one has to do to be perfect. And perfect for what?
That is the question! Some wish ill some wish good and one has to know what is what and who is who...
Some do and some others do and we do do
Birdie Jobs

Dear Papa,
I have eaten the old rug that inspired my old painting,
It was filthy as hell,
Somebody forgot to clean it.

But I am Alright now,
Figure: I don't need to eat anything anymore.
It is magic involved, I tell you,
It's good to feel less empty and alone.

I might have also opened
The door for a thief.
Alladin insisted on robbing us of some goods
And as we had too much I said to myself:
"Why not help the poor live a better life!"

Papa,
You are never to forgive me for this,
'Have fallen in love with a thief,
Now life is much better for our people.

Matter what we do...
              What we want to...
                                            In the end...

Then you can bomb the whole world.
                I stopped caring.

You had it!
The decency to come out clean
Say what you aren't!
Admit it to the face!
To da' face! To da' face!
Yes, you had it!
You have it!

The decency to come clean,
Out spoken the truth from within...
One must accept, one must survive!
In the spirit of a brain
Having all that it can take
And it can take you coming out clean.

You have it!

You don't remember yourself? But I Will remember you
I Will remember you,
I must Have loved you.

You don't want to know
Me
As life was bit too hard
Understanding must be hard
They know
They see
And if I saw
I wanted to live
Or believe
Understanding evil wasn't hard
As life was bit too hard

You don't remember yourself. But I Will remember you

You..
          You...
                      You....
You may be so disrespectful!
You've earned your right to be so,
Somehow...
Nobody knows, nobody ever tried to learn...
How... And why.

You...
           You....
                       You......
                                       You.......

Maybe you'll learn...
                                     about a world shattered
For your world....
                            Maybe you need this....

                 Or maybe you don't.

(long version)

Sleeping in a soup of ignorance
Fine with my fantasies and dreams,
All lived…, they were all lived before.
Only the devil could have made one feel so
Insignificant.
Poor devil, still to be blamed
For our brains’ faults.
Issues taken for the fight for importance.

Ignorance bath in the soup of bliss,
Blissful dreams that can’t be shattered anymore.

Ah, the gift of being poor!
The loveliest heart knows how to offer
A chance out as nobody likes being poor.

Grin Grin as we must go on,
Continue with our sin
Of sleeping in a soup of ignorance,
This perfect ignorance  complimenting the knowledge
Of the very poor but rich,
Fine with my fantasies and dreams
... They were all lived…

Ignorance sleeping in a soup of dreams,
All blissful dreams that can’t be shattered anymore.

So, let’s! Let us continue,
Continue with our sin
Of sleeping in a soup of ignorance,
This perfect ignorance  complimenting the knowledge
Of the very rich but poor.

To be continued…

"-Yey! I am going to be ******!" and with all the enthusiasm she played along!

The artist for you is a sin,
Well, then I am quite everything!

I am only too happy!

It's a good thing that I Have
To Eat and Sleep and Crap
For crap
This world so forgiving and giving us a good ol' ****!
It's a good thing to be able to eat and go to a ****!
Such a good thing, really,
I couldn't be more proud!

Graces open,
Loud sound of your feelings
Telling me nothing
I need to know

For your need to be heard
Is so much greater
Than anyone else's.

For your need to be known...
For your need to be alone...
For your need to be together...
For your need to be... to be...
For your need to be happy..
For your needs....

gods and ironies
                  sublime the fantasies
                                                      e­merging.

Playing foot every day,
House of need.

Why would you want one frustrated?
Aren't you too kind and beautiful?
Why would you want someone unhappy?
Aren't you brilliant?
Why would you want someone myserable?
Isn't that jealousy telling a story too Old?
Why would you enjoy some one's wrong doing?
It must make a broken heart feel good.

Made of pure hatred,
I don't know why you love me so much!
It must be me being a saint,
As I don't know myself
Being too arrogant to care,
Being a ****** something else
Laughing at you
When you quarrel with the mushroom.
What did they say back to you?
It must have been for the best as the too tense felt better.
Interesting phenomena,
Mushrooms spreading their healthy issues.

Be there
Where I belong
Where my heart belongs and craves for belonging.
There where I can be shaped
To the meet of my spiritual craving.
There, where the unbearable is sent or taken
To where it belongs.
There, where duty won't dishonour nor vex
no hurt...

As a reward...
Oh, quite the attitude:
"Well, that is that!"

Who can bear heavens?
A bubble telling the stories of our hearts!

I don't want to see you
Because you didn't ruin my life.
It's probably this the answer,
It's probably this...

The famished are looking for ways to make it,
Were you famished when you stole what was mine?
Were you famished when you ruined my soul?

Were you?

Life gives and life takes
And life offers.

I am today thankful for being able to make
Of this chance a life to be treasured.

How can I put this in a better key?
It must be an honour to be the stupid **** that didn't make it!
Invadors taking and taking and taking...
How can I feel proud when they still can take and I'm still supposed to be okay,
"Let us be humble!" So humble and wise!
Accept the lie of this paradise drowning in tears
Everything they can touch,
Anything they can put a hand on...
Becomes a ruin.
Ruin of the heart and soul, ruin of laughter, ruin of Joy.

The unreachable? they'd ruin...
If only they could.

But who are they. And why do we suddenly want to be just as strong and merciless... and wrong.



Is it wrong to ****? What about letting yourself killed?
*well... Well... well a fountain of tears,
Well realised a truth that hurt once and can Hurt forever just as much
Until shattered into pieces like a piece of glass,
Stardust given to the winds to make it last
As the memory of the wrong that was
And the right that came out of it.