To a lei like the flowerGrand and gorgeousOn the smooth white paperLike pure diamondsThey shine and glitterWith a sword of logicHe sits on a stallionRolls like a gust of windWith the sound of musicHe tills the soilAnd celebrate the mindI see with an open eyeWhile down on the dustHow does the stormSweep and cleanThe dots…
Inversely proportionalChauvinismExpressed and showedBy the pseudo loversImpostorsWeigh and compareThe love of otherFor mother land
Throats dry?Come to meI can bringYouJusticeGreatJust pushThe buttonFinalAt the endSee how all are equal.
And I need not theirs eitherAs they are mere wordsI need not to talk politicsAs my silence has enough of it.
Human beingsAs you do with the podsOn any groundOr pretenceRather be the juiceFor the sick and destituteYou are supposed to be not so dryLook deep insideYou have an ocean of loveJust a pity for youYou have not used it up enough.
Feel emptyLet cold memory like hot airRush to fill my vacuumIn thought let feelThe warmth of your remembranceAnd let storm to startIn the heartAnd let me feel the after effectOf sweet shiverOf the quakeOn my limbsNo trip, no drugJust your remembranceGives me the same kicksPush me on the same heightNothing more I wantBefore saying anythingLet…
Buy it or sell itUse it for our benefitNever worship itWho wants to use it wrong wayBreak his teethA tank can not control a manBut a man can, celebrate man, not the tank..
I did it again and it turnsInto deep red like the cellsOf dead blood, like AdamI am in trap, enticed,Hypnotized with full senseLook back to it, it burns downTo black, I am walking butBeware of me; I am with a soul,Dead, I realized before my deathI am lucky, I get back my slate white.
And burn them down one by oneAnd turn them into a flame of different coloursBy all of my treasuresSo long so farI keep them all secret in my tight petalsOnce upon a time I showed a little bitAnd how the sun went unconsciousSeeing upon the flash of my white teethSince then I become very consciousAnd…
Or a psychologicalThen how I can seeThe full moonOr the tide of the oceanThe beauty will be strandedHills will be without manLet them termWhatever they likeLet me see youYour new bloomed beautySpread in all aroundLet my eyes turn butterfliesTo sit upon youAnd I would not mindIf they call itvoyeurismAnd think thatI am suffering from it
