Things so hot and dark
your mind rejects them altogether;
Nearly burning hotter
than the worst summer breeze,
My body aches into a spasm
in this mindless night, agreed
to let it win; the thing
society breaks down
as an unreasonable sin.

Forest of Pine,
a place without a sign.
Tagged as "wasteland"
on paper, reason itself
came to erase her.
Eraser of control,
breaker of conformity,
The woody mist of boggy brime
sweeps through my nose:
There is something here,
my map is rigged,
shadows alone prove
how good it is to hide:
Hear the river ride ?
Months into the world,
adopted from disbelief.
Raised to your feet:
you've heard some
wild game at last.

Hunger tears your skin,
Lashes your eyes and chin,
A grin opens your face
Splashing it with so called
Sin. Blood rushes to  
Secret extremities
While your brain
Refuses the remedies:
A thing the opposite ***
Just cannot get:
You must grab, stab and
Kiss unlike ever done before.
She feels just like
A champion,
Love drips from all your pores.
You want to make it yours,
Put her on all fours,
And just live through
The mist and answer its call:
Join the frantic ball.

Venus of the fountain,
Generously living through
Life with seriousness.
Sparkling like a cascade
Of wine and milk and
Bubbles of tears arouse
The sky;
A land quite different
You might ask why
Even wander around the
Dark forest ?
Her attributes are near perfect,
Surely this voyage is worth it.
Again, a place to which
the opposite *** could not react.
Tagged "wasteland" on
Their map.
This land is made
of dreams
You can smell like the bud
Of a rose outside in the rain.
You can touch the petals,
And were a real smile:
Even ***** your finger
On the REAL thorns
Even see blood,
Feel the mud,
Erase lifes disgusting crud
For what seems to us as
Longing years.

We need a connection.
Surely you cannot understand
Our imperfections
Without knowing the occupations
Stimulated by these locations
We all hold dear
In the world of Mars.
Venus, throw a flower to
us stupid men again
for we apologize sincerely,
Not to make this end bitterly,
But you might consider this
Blasphemy:
We can't get out these lands
That raised us from stone to
Flesh and bone.
And with you we do seem to miss home..

Look at your map,
It's quite different from mine,
But try to keep in mind
It's yours
If you would
Just give that hand.

The head too feels a cold rush
like those cheeks of yours
will never ever blush
again; that the sun is
a sin and yet it sets again.


Tears come to meet the pain,
but the blizzard hand advances
freezing it all to rain.
Falls onto you like never before,
this planet is are dungeon;
can love give any more ?



Nothing is planned for it is just.
Death must win and life must rust.
Your friends will break it all again:
rotting in eternal flames.
Because it is written
yes, it was said.


God almighty makes us dread
his bony fingers slipping
through the register of death
holding captive every name
and soul at rest.
A simple word in a ****** book,
is forever and ever there.



Miserable duplicates we have been,
going about an earth of spleen,
teeming through porous holes,
scooping through life as would a mole.
Reckless mammalian salesmen/experts,
speaking, sleeping eating, and guessing in vain
to someday meet his horrid train:
If angels were men they'd be robots
blinded by the barrel of a gun;
fulfilling an order for order's sake
flying about as they awake.
All part of the cold infinite sludge;  
everyone an equal precooked piece
of the holy celestial cake.

Space.
Location unknown.

The blue pearl has not changed,
its still marvelously the same.
It is small, looks so fragile and true
what a beauty.

Earth surface.
New York.

The absence of imagination,
The end of independent thought.

Cities reek of corruption,
****** and the greatest of sins,
They raise and **** in by millions,
But still, no one seems to win.

Under that new earth,
Into the polluted commuters fog,
Listening peacefully lies a dog.

Men, blow by,
Heads red and swollen
By the vapors of their daily work,
There jaws wide and drooling
open up and hungrily ****.

The Dog has no name,
Not yet.
But from time to time
Out of sleep he wakes,
Tail caught under a shoe,
Mouth whimpering,
Skin spotted with blue,

The dog is a stranger.
He does not know home.
He just lives with the flow of
The city's humors,
Alone, never to be given a bone.

His fur smells of tears
and chewing-gum.
His eye, filled with fear and hope,
Stays closed most of the time,
Never to be crossed by a bloke.

The dog stays silent and still.
The metro's screaming races
Petrifying his will to jump,
The penultimate thrill
Being seduced by noise and nuisance.

He was ever just a bit of
Smelly speck of debris,
To the eyes of the never
to have been free.
But he survives
Along his life by staying alive.

The world's last dog is sick:
Our companion of the first hour's
Resting place is a disgrace.
Time still speeds blindly forward,
the clocks will tick.

Behold everyone a his eye closes:
Man is separated of his brother
without shedding a tear.
Behold the approaching millenniums:
the ones of shame and fear.
Behold the new mankind
the one of dupery and skill
Man may have lost
It's one true friend
But the metro races still

Pretty liar, daughter maid
Yet cannot bring herself to rage.
Carved from stone,
raised to flesh and bone:
See the spots of the tiger,
A vicious tongue of viper,
Let it all awake in you
stings of displeasure
that will ring true.

Flex that heavy package
not letting the mask fall off.
You've always been taking :
now you're giving what I've lost.
I have something that needs filling
Leaking, it could use some drilling.
Slippery when wet,
Mind your cautious steps
when the demons leave their nest.

Right around the enemy's border
All her treasures lie asleep.
Paint the walls with ****** ******
Envy, my master, is what you seek.

Hear the warden mumble,
Oh, count his every steps.
Hide away your treasures,
and clean away the mess.

Metal hinges an omen,
their shriek means nothing good.
Hold of your breath and heartbeat
as the corpse does in the woods.

Glue your teeth together
Oh, put your fears aside.
Jump into the bunk bed,
convinced it's only lies.

Catch a drop of moisture,
Running down your cheek.
The ceiling upstairs is leaking,
just as it has been for weeks.

Focus on the thunder,
Oh, count each brutal ray.
Notice the cladded boot-heels
Get closer every day.

Dream of that cruel sentence,
the one that wakes up to ****.
Imagine feeling empty,
your mind completely still.

Reopen the old memories,
the ones you thought you'd lost.
Kiss those vague companions,
which's faces you've forgot.

Calm those inner voices,
Oh, believe there's no despair.
Yet smell a fire burning,
Under the gibbet's stairs.

A ship sails empty of reason,
captains fear the treasons.
Silent and smooth is how it'll fall
the cabin-boy shall take the bar.

Blood can be found on every street,
both death and life here meet.
Life is a dying mystery,
pray god has blessed your destiny.

Outside the people's empty homes,
fathers, sons, left alone.
Big Brother dominates, he commands.
A billion voices in one hand.

Absence of imagination,
the End of independent thought.
Cities reek of corruption, ******
and the greatest of sins.
They raise and **** in
by the millions
yet only some men
seem to win.

The ocean itself is a burden,
bad dreams require a surgeon.
Twist well open the sails to Rome
if you flee the country, flee alone.

Between the alleys at this mass
the cross's shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy, use them well,
let vain ideas fry in hell.

Our viscious masters do predict
the fall of  Troika and rise of  Six.
A crew who drains such futile ink
is sure to drown us down the sink.

Save me from the grim Tomorrows
full of hate deceit and sorrows.
Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind.
Justice is neverreally blind.

Glorious eyes
of curve-free posters
used as wallpaper
for the cleanest streets.
Looking up
to their Father
all good citizens
try to weep
the plain and empty tears
the Party demands
them sheep.

Behind the money lies the pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road,
a thousand stories left untold.

I hope one day it could end ,
just by cutting down his head.
They hunt down anyonenot in line,
should we attempt this, is there time ?

Unfathomable ,
his hungry stomach calls for meat;
rotting, green, foul and sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens will be served,
for all the glory
he deserves.