youre so clever
you do it..!

do you remember yourselves?
do you recall your arrogance?
ah,it was yours!?-
we were a species of non-human-

there to increase your wealth..
your beauty enhanced,
were you the law
of a proud land-!

but you got what you deserved?
a little bird has told such
and it came from the core-
your own hand..!

you get paid for selling
shoes
you get paid for cutting hair
i want to be paid for
playing the guitar..

you get paid for selling
stocks and shares
you get paid for selling
time-share
i want to be paid etc

you get paid for selling
weapons
you get paid for selling children
i want to..so on

you get paid for selling ******
you get paid for selling ******
i want..


you get paid for nothing
you get paid for nothing
i..

i dont like you
but you are entitled
to your sad existence
(such as it is)

and if you choose to
cry about it
while you goose step
with pointy finger

then,a quick and
speedy death,
my friend, and
that is kind..

so long to another time
just a fall
finger print in crime-
to hit a wall
some bitter wine
love on  call-
(hold the line!)
and that was all..
on the toss of a dime
a late night brawl
ah, she was fine
(lithe and tall)
far gone say neon
the rain bawls
and crying
his stammer and stall
-her number a crucifiction
she has  *****
for two ear rings
silver and gol´d..
spies a phone!
and play a dirge
lay of stone
his thirst
someone written
some thing cursed
451-
(lust a prefix-)
(hey!we are nt done
you one fancy trick!
yo sweet one!?
-resentment thick
like alone-
bitter as pitch
hard as bone
called it..)
a ring tones
ring-ring-silver
and gold-hello-
a disembodied voice
bring-how expect me
to answer when i
blowing your best friend-yo
mama-you there!?
our hero takes to the
air-
you there!
like he paper
in a fire blown
to coole air
woed and woe
!
you there,darling,
i wrote this,
like a poem within
a poem-as you wiped
the blood off my face-
called-(silver and gold-)

I was low so god
knew he brought you
to me..
(when i lay k.o.´d)
and i believed anew
as i saw your eyes
two fallen stars
from the firmenent
such a treasure hoved?!
(of silver and gold..!)

(beep-as a man sows
so shall he reap..)

so long a time to
another one
the begining to
the end from
genesis to revelation

i)

my father would say to
me-
you can t have everything
you want..
i would ask why not
he would say,
because you will
appreciate nothing-
(i only asked for smarties)
so,in the ways of youth,
i appreciated nothing..

ii)
and i think still materialism
a bore
(though i love my
guitar)
mais-wee!..we go too
far!
blue,we want all!
and now we dont
belong..

when confronted by the mirror
do we say what ghastly sinner
brought forth yonder storm?
(or why was i born..)

or realise the fragrant rains-
amid pleasures pain
that threaten then clear
for reflections fear..

your endless complaint
the way you look at
me
what you say
and what you don t
the way you breath
how you read
how you walk and
drink your
tea
your lack of hate
your petty hates
the way you make
me
hate
you
your music
poetry
your loves
clothes
your past
acquaintances
but mostly
and i say with
infinite regrets
(but to true)-
the way in which
i
love
you..

all you want is
fair-
(all is fair in love
and war)

an innocence
rare
and the lip
of a *****

it is all very
clear
yet lost and
obscure

a sweet angel
dear
a bitter
cure

a lonely
tear
and the swank
of the jaguar

and your heart
free er
than aire
but amargar..

we search for inspiration
it lurks in strange places
perched up an agave
maybe,or,

in anger,
or passion,
to understanding
or a lover

who makes you
do weird things..
interpretation
how we see-

sweet memory
hope
home
birds

living by the
waves..

small rainbow of
my heart
time will repay
a sad start

but a happy
terminate or
blinding shade
in colours..

i am a king in exile
but fear not
my people
i shall return soon

and a golden age
of freedom
and happiness
rule

yeah..

waiting around the corner
waiting in the womb
waiting round the bend
waiting to be born

waiting to go to school
waiting to go home
waiting to be you
waiting

to leave school
to get a job
to be old
to love

waiting to get married
waiting for the end
of the month
waiting for a child

waiting for a tooth
waiting for promotion
waiting for something
new -(anything

will do-)a religeon
a new car
some new clubs
a house

waiting for them
to leave
waiting to retire
enjoying retirement

waiting at the
doctors
waiting at the bus
stop
waiting

no
creating
waiting
telephones

waiting
modern man
the leisure
industry
waiting

to be a clown
was once a little
boy´s dream-

to fall down
and then rise
with love..