..inside is outside..
       ..remember Leary..

     ..i'm going too fast that the letters don't keep up..
                
                         ..my body is still..
               ..but my mind is thousand miles ahead..

           ..killer walk the walk..
                                ..& and never..
             ..ever couldn't find his heart of living..
                          ..anywhere..

             ..wrong or less..

                                ..you all ways wait yourself..
                ..in the mirror of your heart..

                                    ..blessed by thy..
                           ..4..
                                                  ..wrong doing..

..as people like my mind..the words..
          ..i kind of blush..
   ..do you even know me..
                      
                            ..where is my mind..
           ..or are yo blind..

..all the story's are true..
              ...are you sure..

                                 ..where's the happy ending..
          ..or maybe it's death..

                                      ..the end..

..infinity is the only time..
                ..going on..
        ..or..
                     ..going backwards..

..left and right are the same thing..as up and down..

                   ..infinity is zero..

           ..alpha and omega ain't got nothing to nothing..

..iv'e never met a life this comatose..
        ..different..this unbecoming summer..night
                    ..& struggling fight..

just to be me..just to be..just to breath..

..but you no what they say..never say never..

                                   ..i believe in you too..

..same is alone & the streets too..
             ..no giving up..stand tall..
          & be recognize is the same..

       ..many wonder's go trough these gates and no
                                        one has seen them sense..mystery..
               ..why not..

but the same is all ways at the same spot as the same should be..

                                      ..thinking over it's same to me..

               ..what do you think..?

              ..trade union..

..the clock turn to four..is it
         time to be ..or the take a tour..

                          ..to your's pour soul..

witch i don't know 'cause i don't at all..
                  ..maybe i fall..

                                   ..there where you are..and you know me..

it's unparalleled to all these conclusion's to the things we are..

                   ..i really don't have any clue..where these letter
                               come from..but i'm certain that
              they are true..

                                            ..sometime's you just have to believe
                               the thing's in our hand's..

              ..just is..

..go trough a dream..

              ..and wake up..and your still there..

   ..say the words that live's your life..
'                  ..in a morning light..

                                     ..truth is elsewhere..

            ..GOD & Satan we do not understand..

  ..and this when't over your whip..

                     ..don't worry..
            ..you gonna die too..
                                       ..then you see..

..where's the reason to wait..
             ..how's coming..
        ..is it my fault..or your's..

..there are too many people waiting to be seen..
                ..why..

               ..guess why..

       ..we still ain't the only one walking here..

                      ,,'cause there's all ways so many thing's to see..hear..feel..
'
             ..and live trough them..
                            ..reason..

                       ..there you go..

..it gonna get ugly..
             ..street's are too near..

                     ..we better go away
         or we don't have our universe any more..

                                                  ..there's no you & there's no me..

                    ..even do we ever even exist..

..do you remember the brick's on your wall..

                       ...surrounding your tears for escape..
                   ..from the hole..the too many hours in blindness..

            ..no time to describe the crack's  
                                                       of the wall's..

                   ..there were no answers to put these in the puzzle

           ..that is the only way you..or her..the Diamond..
                                       ..we all got this same dilemma..

             ..brick's in the wall that chained you..
                                    ..to see only
                         the wall and the brick's..the way out..

concrete manipulative..seeing through all those eyes..
                              ..that you see on your mirror every day..

              ..seeing the one and only truth..
                               ..you really don't know anything..

            ..you have an idea..and you have your backbone..

                               ..you have your curiosity..
                                                ..god­
                          ....our wall..our own..bricks and all..
lines..no whey back..
                                            ..it's just a beautiful circle..

                     ..to go and figure it out..too see it
                                                  in our blindness..

                          ..who knows were we start and were we end..

                                     ..so there we are..

..i'm still broken even if i'm
            awake..

i understand the symbols of dreaming..
       .. 'cos usually when i am all most dead..

broken is just a little word to describe
          the sorrow that i try to but in word's

normal it isn't ..
               ..but..

                  ..  still i can hear you..
         ..so..

           ..thank you..

..again then again..
    ..it goes trough me..
  ..got hold on me..steady me..
  
it's somewhere meanwhile i seek something else..
     ..but still
                again and again it hounds me..keeping me
                     alive..and balanced..

it's good and it's bad..

       ..there's the silver line of making yourself

               yourself..

,,add a poem
   then go back to home

          where's  your poem

     word's are easy..but how u but them together
                   to ramble each other..

     ..there's the beauty..there's
  
                             the poem

                your life.

..sure that i am..
     ..no more..

thanks..

..my mouse at it's
  running
           wheel..

   ..just step it up..
           ..you 'gonna get there..

..more..

..the perfect poem..
   ..is like a perfect diet..

                 ..or the perfect addiction..

       ..soulmate to yourself..

           ..to nurse your oblivion..
                           ..to take care of your universe..

             ..the poem..the word's..sentences..
              
                              ­   ..your life..

                  ..there's your perfect..
          ..if it even exist..

so mayby little china-white ain't so bad
                after all..

..or wine with crystal ****..

        ..the poem is you..

..eat your word..eat
                  ..em

               ..your word's..
     ..eat 'em..

             ..your word's.. what's the point..
           ..my words
                          
                               what' s the point..

      ..EVERYTHING..

..when there is too much..
    ..alone..
      
               ..you can't go back..

         ..there's still long way to go..

..bow when there's a change to be a man to this honorary..
..of course..
..you don't do it lightly..without any living experience that
can stand by your side like a 'blood brother'..brother in arms..but to take a bow you have to have mind blowing adventure..concrete..a tale that will be told generations to generations..mouth to mouth..and it's all ways
as breath taking like then when you had to go through to it all..tale brings tear's to those ears that hear and live it all most the same way..there will be gasp's with eyes like full moon's relatively hidden  secrets at the chaos..at the blindness for seeing any of the GOD's..the pride oneself on or upon something that i would count equal to the speciality of the universal adventitious secret of the power's within the bow..and the humility of it's infinite magic..& we know deep within...that when's the time to bow..it's kind of like a source code in our backbone..there's millions of spells to take a bow..you have to be absolutely 110% to make this mode of will and power..'cause after you can't get rid of the kiss of GOD's..so bow only when something/somebody deserve's it..the life ain't gonna be boring after the first time..with right zoom trough of it all..no coming back..your our no JACK..

..me..me..
                   ..me
                             ..me..
             me..
                                                               me..

                                        ..ME, MYSELF & I..
        
              ..all ways first/last..
            even do
              you've done
                  something
     super
     heroic
     shearing..

            ..& you still gonna feel
                                   ******* amazing
                                   after
                          the Marvel's
                                      every
                                  masterpiece..

           ..it ain't conscious..
                   ..you just really
             don't even
                                               know
                 what you are & '
                        that you are
               have done something
                           magnificent..magical..
                                          ­ ..water to wine..

                   ..but there's still
                        the reason
                    for all this for sure..
                                     ..is that if you wanna
                             look awesome for who ever..self..
                                           ..ME..
                    
                                     ..the beautiful/psychotic
                              our wall's of
                      our unstoppable genius
                                        psychosomatic..
        ­             ..filosophy..
              ..psychology..
              biology.­.chemistry.
                          .math..metaphysics..etc
   ­                                                ..etc..  & etc..

                          SO...?    HMM..?

                            it
                               is
                     all ways me..******* ME..!
                                                       

       ­                                              me..
              ­                          me..all ways me..

                                      the first  
                                          and last..

                ..maybe our
                     narcissist  
               little steps
           that
                   we take
( without a thought.. )
                             even when we're blind  
                                                         ­   as a bat's ..

I AM THE FIRST

AND THE LAST

                   ..how can i
                      think this everyday

                                                  ­        (******* day)

         ..superior self..evolution..

                       DARWINISM...??

                 ..AND where's GOD..
                                        
                               HAH..
                               ..YEAH..
                                 ..WHERE..
    
                ..it/at
                  ain't dead..
                       when
             M.R. Nietzsche
           promulgate that it's dead..left humanity
                                  to it's on beatitude..mercy..

              misunderstud at our cursed
                humanity..our stupidity..pessimistic reality
                                        of us ..**** Sapiens..**** Idiotical..
                         for real.. and truly true
                                             to end of the horizon..
                                                  ****** up in
                         our
                                      incapability..
        ­                     ..to never love the
                                 mirrors again..

                    ..Narkissoss..
                     ­     flower narcissus..blessed tale..fact..

                                                 ..AMEN..

                               ..me..me.me..
          ­                           there's no other..

                       ..like me..

                                        ..so we have lost..'
                                 so many steps..
                                                 ..gone all ready..
                                 ..GONE AND DEAD..
                    ..but..but..
                         ­        ME..myself and I..
                            ..wound forgive..forget..
                                              w­ould
'                                                        LOSE with out
                        
                                           the infernal noise and war..

                             ..of us..individuals..
                                               ­              ..US..
                                         ..ME & YOU..

                    ..THE FUTURE..

                    ..just loose that      
                                   " me"
                              to the tomorrow's                            
                          ­     infernal affairs..

                                       ..there's all ways more & more stairs..

                  ..and that's HEAVEN..for me...!!!!!!

..i got scars to fill this whole **** world..
       ..and i don't care about it..about what you or you might say..

..it's all ways the same..caring doesn't count..4 no one..

                       ..casting the shadows to the past..i
              see dim traces of creation..mine and your's..
                         ..casting comes alchemy..in it's foot steps..

           ..and the result might be what ever you want it to be..

                                     ..it's all ways up to you..
             ..it's just stupid to stare and claim..
                                    ..that it's somebody's else false..

                 ..you are you life and death..

..you know you 'gonna go away..somewhere..

                    ..do you believe it..that somewhere..

..or do you hang to yourself..
                    ..not to give up..say *******..to to the broken..
                            ..heart and soul..

              ..and still you know that you 'gonna go away..

                                           ..somewhere our nothing..

              ..go trough to you..
                                 ..to somewhere..
                        
                      ..or else..

..go strange..****..
      ..no *******..

          ..maybe a little..but not too
      much to go board..
                       ..be still..& ****..

                   ..the one you are..

..it's never too crowd to be near yourself..

                       ..it's nearly impossible to feel and see..

..your the eyewitness of yourself..
                 ..the **** and the jello..

                              ..so why don't you..
               ..move..

                             ..move your *** up..

..blue green chills..
..sleep in the the deep water..

           ..wake up..wake up..
                 ..it's not a dream

cold..cold front..freezing death coming upon you..
true..true..so blue it's the horizon of youth..

                    it's everywhere..
   ..there
                & there..

did you look even any where..

                        ..blue..blue..
            ..like clue to the clue..

..and boredom still..middle of this all..

                      ..cruelty..&..lonesome
                 ..some or the other one..
                
                                          ..blue..blue..chills like clue..

               ..then trough..go.go..
                                                  
                                  ..go through..

..i am nobody and
             yet i'm everybody..

            ..i'm free but still captured..
                     holy
              and the pagan..
                             ..still..but gone..

                       ..i'm who ever i choose to be..but still i don't
             really recognize the form i live in..

                              ..the mirror is false
                                      and true at the same moment..

                  ..and still i can't believe the geometry of
                                 being here..in the moment..& breath..

           ..holy and unwise..
                       ..cursed and blessed..loved and hated..
  
                         ..and is it/it is..
               all combine..together..

     ..without any real outcome..
                                ..this madness chuckle 's together
                 with me..or us..or them..

                        ..& i'm happy to know with out knowledge..

                  ..& the greatest regrets..

                                                      ..it's out there somewhere
                       are you there..?

i'm a little too much to handle with care..little
           too much to look the other way..

                        ..little too much to be just me..

             ..if there's a place called..
         ..free..

i'm little too hungry for everything..
             ..nothing's enough..it's either too slow or too numb..

i'm just a little too fast for my body..i'm miles away but i'm still here..
                 ..too heavy and at the same time too light..

angel that isn't an angel..but still over whelming..just too little
                  to go down..
                               ..give up..

start a war at very wrong reasons..i'm just too little out there..

                         ..words..words..words..

            ..action takes control of words just too little..

                              ..on sidewalk..all alone..no cares
              anymore about our home..within..
    
                                     ..& somewhere where our dreams are born
                      & the same place that they wither & die..

                                                       ..it's just too little

                                    to hold on..to go on..
                          ..to know off..

                                         ..but i'm clad that there isn't
                                       too little pray to say out loud..
                                                              ..i'm just too little too happy
                                                       being sad..

..there are these day's..
                   ..moments..
              ..when you
      see the
                         massive knowledge
            of humanity..it's history..
        ..& the unclear
                          vision of it's future..

..& you just think.(.mesmerised)..the existence of it all..
        ..mesmerised..
                    & scared..

gone in the wind you might say..

              ..our life..it's strings..
    ..our helplessness..

..is it really all right..
           ..to see that you see little too much..

                    ..even do..your trying your best to keep it real
         keep it steady..relaxed..

but there's all ways the conflict between you & you..

                    ..how much the mirror really tell..

                ..the mirror of your mind..

                                       & nature..

in these days that you don't really know right from wrong..
                    ..& vice versa..

..it's ugly & beautiful at the same time..

                      ..and that's what you have deal with..


         ..all the time
                    sometime's just seeing it
                              way too truly..

& you have live thinking that is it good or bad..
            
                                    ..or something totally else..

..this was new..
    ..and you know it..
        
maybe it was a dream..
              ..or a ***..

..yeah..

            ..you are the dream..

             ..night after sky..

..i loath and adore
         myself..

        ..but i have the problem to find the balance..

to it all that wrong and right with me..
        ..because it's the same as the lost world
                   that we live in..

  ..so is that fair..
         ..is anything..

fair the way YOU would liked it to be..

                           ..no..
     ..no..                    ..no

                      NO!

..forget..forget..
     ..forget

& then try to remember
why you do the thing's that you do
& everything
           between..

after & before are all most the same thing
when you look in the mirror
thinking..
          ..what wen't wrong..

what have you missed..remembered..and
              again missed..

& what's so special about that..


                          ..or you..

..oh yeah..
         ..i LOVE you..

..even thought i haven't a clue what does it mean
            ..&oh; yeah..it's TRUE

a word that was made to simplify and combine
so many hard..complicated..
              ..the most fustrating emotions and
              
                          our very own wild nature distress..

..the word LOVE is
              just a cowardly way to hide with out
            too much communication..too much under no order..
              ..no limits or borders..

no morality..no understanding our self's..and our community..


          ..and oh,
                     **** sake..
        ..how we have ***** that word with all different kind of
                      fake inspiration's..lies lying in lies..

                                          ..wars after wars..

     ..man to man or nation to nation..

                  ..because we LOVE this world too much
                                we are obligated to ****
  
           without regret..because it's just 'cause we LOVE this or
                        that so much..it's all right to pull the trigger..

       ..drop the bombs from A to Z..
                    
                         ..LOVE is the answer..

have you ever looked at your mirror and KNOW that there's
something very..very wrong in the way..
              ..how we treat each other..

                        ..have the tears dry in the mirror..

when you have under stud what
               kind of a stupid fukin' idiot
              
                            you and the rest of the human race are..

               ..is LOVE the aswer..like 07.00 to 15.00 in some crap ***
                                          
                                       counter..
                     ..that LOVE made to build..

..therapy..be weary..
      ..it' s scary..

             & you might lose your Deary..

and all thought this poem ****'s ***..big time..

or not..

..all ways remember the ***..

..a point going back to your house..
               ..what..food..drinking..

                                      ..POETRY..

i really don't wanna go back to my house..
        ..while it's a nice place..
                   ..but all ways it's jus depressio..tv o.d..
           ..no sleep..too much awake..

concrete..something to look forward to..word LOVE..

                           ..it's been so long..that i only have myself..

and that's the only place what is certain..warmth..

                            ..go steady..and be blessed..

            ..it's just you..

..what's the point of life..
       ..when you know that you going to die some day..

                ..where's life's priority's..meaning..

                ..structure..belief..

i'.m a humble man but i can't look in the other way..

                ..this is just straight up *******..

                     ..so try an smile in these conditions..

            ..be happy..and care 4 your children..

                                                ..i ain't happy..
                  ..i'm fed up..

crosswords..dementia..
                                        ­      ..death..

..and what is life before that..

                       ..not sweet bunny's..
          ..i'.m sure
                                        ..
                 ­             ..nothing and miscellaneous pain..

..add a word..
   ..add a sentence..

add a life were all this come's..
             ..so add a poem and you..

where do you write..heart..thoughts..
         ..cerebrate..

                        ..or..something else..

..sculpture's says that the figure is all ready there
                you just to give it it's freedom..

..me..

..hmmmm..

..coalesce..

                & you WILL see tomorrow..

how it is..
       ..is it still there..

..hope is a word and heart of streets..

                     ..no one can escape it..

..and that's just good..

..we take all from our self's..
faith..
                 ..tomorrow
and yesterday..

..the memory's of
things that
thought's us..
            ..thing's that believe in us..
            ..just when where
                          on the brick..

              ..and god..**** that sadist..

       ..blessed are we that we are alone..

..you die and you die
       and you die..¨
    ..every second you breath to stay alive..

seconds past you by..minutes..hours..
                      ..days..
             ..years..

and you still keep on dying..
             ..till your death..

but what's your life between in those seconds..days..
                   ..year's..
           ..what.s your poor life..
in the moments of crazy..wild life..
            ..***..drug's and rock'n'roll..
..girls..boys..toys..joy's..

                  ..poison or pleasure..

candy or treat..
           ..honest or lie..

it come's close when you least aspect it..
                       ..your choice..

                 ..to live or die..

without words..
without passage..

                         ..live and die in pleasure..

           ..you can't miss..
                                               ..big boy..

..suicide can be
   Sue in the said..
                     ..somewhere..
               ..where it will happen..
(life is suicide)

..friend to be with forever..

              ..no pain....no fear..no waiting
           in line..

                       ..no panic..no love
              that you don't understand..

..we mess up..and we dress up..
       ..for what..you..me..something we just don't see..

  ..suicide..can't fly..don't cry..

                          ..it's just bye bye..
  
         ..and again to say hey..when you die..
                        ..the
pains lost..
all that cost..
no one wan't to be your friend..

                                         ..narcissism..

all the **** that we are made of..
                       ..and from..

               ..god..yeah
        right..

if we could know any of that ****..little pits..
                        ..of tragedy..

                  ..then you fly..again and again..

..there is home..
       ..gone wild with me..

enjoyable..clear..honest..

no..no..no..
        ....and yes..

where's your home..the thing that you pay cash..
                       ..wine..cigarettes..poetry..

of course..

             ..all of those..
..and more and more and more..

                     ..electricity..psychosomatic..waves..

childhood..
           ..when everything was everything..

                   ..narcotics..Lsd..whiskey..virginity..
         ..woman..man..
                                             ..and then..

                                   ..nothing..

..get drunk whatever it is..wine..*****..absinth..
                 ..what ever..
            ..but get drunk like
                      Mr. Baudelaire kissed for you..

no memory..no tomorrow..

                                        ..just now..now..now..

                          ..and then some..

..and now..

..nobody knows me..i don't
know everyone..truly..
what's the fear..
..our fences..

we smile to each other..
try so much to be good..

..but
what are you
really thinking..what do
you really feel..

..the silent log..
..the passenger..at least..the opportunity..

hard..hard..hard..
don't wanna
      
                think about it..

got thing's to do..places to go..

& i know

..this is just
made for us..
..this Zoo..

like us & every one
knows
that nature is a huge
part of the concept

that we call God..

so why here..we're the others.. so
the question is just
how are you!?

your own..or part of
the decline of the masses..

how are me?!

i can go to it's everything..everywhere..
i can do it all..and know it all..
           ..be it all..it's in the spine..
                            ..but..

..there's all ways a but..
it's
to us
somehow
too hard to work concrete..
            ..to hug it..

all that collective knowledge..
            ..data..facts..

we might could even fly trough the time &
          sky..we'd make mother..Tellus
                      healthy again..&
clear our ozone..be in health longer..

it's a beautiful bedtime story..the dreams are even after it..

..a glorious poem..
               ..sonnet to yourself and
                   to all that are..

        ..dream of a imagine't  dream..

gate with out the gate..

just an very long tale to see small and clear..

                                             ..you and me..

bye bye..

..you little vermin..
      ..you..you..                
          

               ..you teaser..
..you and your whits..
         ..nonsense..

shoot a hoop all ready..move your feet..bunch it..

                ..it's your king nightmare..

move it..shoot THE hoop

& where u are..is he more powerful than u..u don't think so..

            whits
                          intelligence..

which one of you
all figure out the peace
at that war..language..letters..words..

sentences to clear the air

                       love ain't nothing..this
                is so much more..

but no..we're too busy
or too lazy..

to be our own God's..

and thank the Creator

                                                   of you and me..
------------------------------------------------------------­-------------------

..pure canvas need's everything..and
          
       ..nakedness..virginity..
               ..experience..scars
from all the beauty & purgatory..

                   balance

                love is life

           and so are you and me..

..the direction..
       ..nowhere but within..

letter's make words..words make problems..

                    ..and i didn't even talk about sentence's..

down to street of you and them..
                 ..them who you don't match..

regular..

                     ..get out..
                 out..out..out..

contradiction so sweet..

see you in..

..do the right thing for twenty times..

               ..do the right thing..




and ask urself..have you done enough..