latest edit november 2008
could be the days on fire
dazzlingly sky is calling since ancient times.
every turn the time captured in these gates of opposite tracks.
while several tries to decode the force of deadlock, in condition of past minds,
it just would continue to repeat it‘s painful vomit each counting day.
raptured by paper, sealed as the book, lost in hell this is what past elements of seconds taught.
now arms appear, the light is getting shiny, diffuses the cells of time injured by pressure of this happening.
no resistance as what this else could be, but the pleasure of strained swimming in atoms of time.
unencumbered the next appearance was to rise, the legs would appear.
running with the wind using eyes to focus wide steps, fog is in it, but only besides if it put so.
spinning the umbrella of thunder, turning the necks of truth towards past lies of history.
now is the time to have the luck, now‘s the time to erupt, part from corrupt senseless shame.
black is my blood in front of this night of us, it might turn into the red crow in near sight of you.
running distance to close up me, fear no visions, fear no threats, feel tough treats as melting concrete,
you are the worst, be true as I am you.
together we are disciples of past
but only
together we are disciples of future
but only
together we are disciples of now
and
together we are disciples of then
finally
together we are disciples of here
together we are disciples of love and hate, don‘t scare the scar of the loving war.
contradiction is a useless if not to far the fact, but right in front of authentic action is us.
smell
taste
see and look
listen
tactile skin being torn off to dress up in style of life‘s joy of being natural, this is fact.
sisters, brothers gather for a life at worst, not afraid it’s worth
a living with no thirst as we could drown in pleasure of colors that only appear as one.
birds fly the routes of life since your time had come to us, what is needed is the truth of feathers to be a lighter one.
In loving memory of past vague believes, it will not work the working of order gathering for the core of life‘s
motors pressurized stirrings explosive reactions, if the truth, will bleed the way formed to the path of reborn individuals.
might be hurt in front of any parents you have trust, it‘ll be the lust of fruit in the sin{ema} not the enigma.
paradoxes me paradoxes you, roots of glowing hands will grow as the comfort of deliverance any day.
personal,
it is not the person we as like calling, talked to much,
it‘s lost synapses gathering the found alchemy of personal gods staring in the way you‘d use your eyes.
it can certainly be focused as the star you already heard of, but not the one you think is me.
me is nothing, you is more for what I can be me if you is I.
let‘s break it down to build it up, revolt, but Rvolt,
revolt not if it‘s touched with bruises of hate, this always came to late.
you know better as you are me, we are as we am i you are, you see.
love is the word, don‘t cry upon the top it follows up with you in the dark, backs you up if it isn‘t the look that fails.
the look fails upon haters plastic souls aren‘t real as they just can‘t feel, help with no effort, it is about help,
it is about you being me in you i can feel.
things fall apart.
undRess Béton
