I am feeling prophetic nearby these distressed parcels,
lining up among autocratic bloody marshals.
We want social rights, a piece of the cake,
before the incurable stroke,
ensuring soft laundering made by lime soap.
The intuition of deep crawling
under the trance of Capitalism,
awaken the primal appeal of igniting
cheerful candles for a new prism.
It will not be sold to the highest bidder,
or even confronted by some predator;
just pausing, for the next decent filter,
accomplishing via key smooth visitor.
Every 24 hours, I spend eight sleeping.
Why?.. The personality, that conscious thing,
whose commands trillions of biological cellular slaves, wishes to revitalise itself to become fully active in the very next day; also because many
other operations need be done without the necessity of my supervising authority; at least 60% of the temporary resting, I spend dreaming, training
the acquire information (even the one arriving
from sweet DNA), to improve my vast capacities,
and consequently become an advantage to my persona in the near future. Even with the altogether compilation of nightmares, I can say, I adore this biological, sensible plus intelligent organic machine.
I hope I will never fade infinitely...
We have everything to requisite vs. animate
a perfect existence: colorful landscapes, stunning biodiversity, top predatory
easy life, moreover, erotic people
to share the whole thing.
No need of transfiguring ourselves
upwards the freezing of Space,
even to another nonexistent rebirth,
pretending vs. brooding beyond Heaven.
Come with me plus enjoy, while it lasts!
A HOLOCAUST SURVIVOR
Those digested enzymes have stopped
downwards the racy moment;
under certain atmospheres your entrance
became an ill noxious omen.
Even so, I will not shift vegetarian nearby
the accomplished camp site,
cause we're still on death row,
vs. I ain't for a foul blight.
The time bomb is ticking:
never waste one opportunity.
I'm an altered petal, breakable and colorful;
with spikes all around, enfolding an evil soul;
I can cry, smile plus embrace you with impact;
laying down, relax, waiting for the final attack;
When we look to each other, born a new delight;
filled with rosy nectar, fissured by a piercing knife;
I will never forget my blossom, firm as a mild sound,
you have lost it, me too, bang, bang, over the ground…
We have created a lousy monster
of necessity inside our belvederes;
always maturing mental, while marveling
afar the gorgeous possessions of local scope;
mutual whole foundations are little
and with lack of juridical signature;
but fair winds plus following seas
continually make us move out of the docks.
If you want to infuse, as a living God,
create a "collapsed system"
with a tender audience,
dive deep green to an empty pod,
adore yourself under a collection
of soft touches... moment after momentum…
My performances are close to a breaking point, even if I’ve been deep drilling for so long.
Those bonds remain generous, we shall join
forces for a common purpose, texture song.
The whole thing is resilient against such forces, extra nerves will not make me lose the appetite.
I don’t like to act between murky clan sources, you’ve title me wolf, but I mislaid the lethal bite.
Completion with my girl, rescuing the smile, into the lime forest, of sands paradise.
Mirroring ourselves, as a parcel of pearls,
a mesmerizing kiss, a red dear with a skirl.
Bounding by elves, enchantment and bliss, endlessly lifting spirit, a dodo cast a hiss.
Doesn't matter if it's glamorous or savage,
if you wear fancy clothes, perhaps tribal,
if you snap a smile versus a scientific face,
if you remain super fat above ultra minute,
if you keep dreaming or stuck with realism,
as long as you dear the whole enchilada,
respect the situations,
do not become addicted,
stay away from easy roundabouts,
release yourself with a right attitude.
Jumping all over the place,
like a tune with a rough bass,
vulnerable thru the surroundings,
by picking sounds, as rare findings.