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The brazilian Carnival(Carnaval) is coming soon...
Last Friday i went to a pre-carnival ball
It seems i was living at a cartoon
Lost in a huge Music Hall
Listening to old samba hits
The stage full of lights and mists
Lots of people with "tropical blend"
Lustful minds that i can´t understand...

Bedazzled and blinded by your fix and where you find it,
You read, b*tch and gossip and just dont seem to mind it,

The headlines are your lifeline - the constant fuel of lies,
The endless ream of images permenantly burnt into your mind,

Yap yap, natter natter, he said she said this,
Take a look at your life story,
And stop reading all that piss!

Triped,
that’s me standing

Set on all three,
like three sides to a story

The one leg, medial,
is key to fruitfulness

and who would not want to enter,
of the host to whom this step is given?

Is there another door,
one from which lushness sprang?

Triped,
that’s me planting life

The third has more than delight;
it is to fashion a brood for hope

I tread so soft with one leg in a bag;
this is while bliss-searching

These streets we trod, amid treachery,
can cause a life of grief

Triped,
my blueprint to walk as a man

Am I my brothers’ keeper?
Oh yes I am, but not while this triped stand

There once was a time in my past
Where the money i earned seemed to last
I asked the question if i could afford
To sponsor a child overseas abroad

Queries were made an things set in motion
I chose a child from an african nation
A country torn apart by war an poverty
A little bit of help to change his destiny

For a few years i procured the cause
Hoping it would open some doors
Sometimes extra gifts were made
A goat some chickens for eggs to lay

When things in my life turned upside down
I decided with regret to cancel the plan
I often think about that african boy
An hope for a period of time he had some joy

I envision a time when the worlds wealth is shared
Between all the people who need to be cared
Everybody deserves a quality of life
If only to keep them from hungers knife

Osama was just a bullet fired from a gun in Uncle Sam’s hand
Ameristani birth against a hammer and sickle held land
The enemy of our enemies is still just a killer with a gun
Children’s textbook jihad and the blowback had begun
Al Qaida and the Taliban both birthed from the eagles womb
Black money watered, crescent moon thorns below the bloom
Turning progressive to primitive, Lilith’s blood now gagged and bound
The clock is ticking backwards in this cold war stomping ground
A nation left to suffer for another chessboard square
The pawns fall for the kings and queens in this game of class warfare
Red threat gone, the jackals leave the scraps for fighting hounds
A world where violence rules, and educations out of bounds
Puppets limp, forgotten by the hands that worked the strings
The hawk has long departed, dripping blood from off its wings
But then the wings of jihad toppled the pillars of that nation
A violence now returning home, terrors germination
And so again the war machine returns to familiar places
This time in the open, not behind proxy native faces
Hunting for the mastermind whose banner they once supported
The man whose violent actions they once applauded and exhorted
The people they once armed because they were a useful tool
The wolves who have come forth from these the former Empire’s mules
But like always there’s hidden cogs and reasons left unspoken
The shadows from the public tale for invading a land broken
A handy place for pipelines that could feed the first worlds needs
A crop of green for missions black grown from the poppy seeds
To help the lapdog media weaves a tapestry of lies
Transforming names to numbers, unmanned death rains from the skies
Waving tattered flags and singing patriotic songs
Pumping propaganda till for war a nation longs
Jealous of our freedom runs a well familiar line
The war on terrors catchphrase of Orwellian design
True the reasons have to do with an aspect of being free
But more like free from the Empires deadly foreign policy
Free from military bases that are spread around the earth
Free from forced abortions halting real democratic birth
Free from corrupt collusions with human rights abusers
Free from civilian casualties, with their empty poor excuses
Free from a global bully extorting lunch money in the yard
Hypocrites that slander, with their own titles others tarred
The reasons for this hatred are those that walk the halls of power
The candy that they feed you blackens teeth and turns tongues sour
Dig a little deeper past the lies and pointing fingers
And above the smell of bullshit, find the scent of truth that lingers

I love you so

I know that the road to long-impossible

I know you're queen of women

I have no alternative

I know that the time of nostalgia ended

Matt and sweet talk ...

Why do not women say

I love you so ... ...

I love you so I know I live in isolation,

And you're far ..

Prevents us

Wind

And clouds

And lightning

And thunder

And ice and fire

And I know that reaching for your eyes illusions

I know that to reach you

Suicide

I am pleased

To tear myself to you my precious

If I had to choose

I would choose your love for the second time ...

you weave shirt from the leaves of the trees

I Protect she from the raindrops

I love you so ...

I know that I travel in a sea of your eyes

without Certainty

I leave my mind behind me and run

Run

I run back to my madness ...

oh woman who holds my heart in her hands

I asked God does not leave me

Do not leave me

What I am, if you're not

I love you so

And very very

And refuse from the that Resign

Important for me

The out of love alive

Important for me

i take out the dead

Park your self down here little lady
For my smile reflects nothing shady
'Tis but a process that i entertain
An that is communication simple an plain

I seek not your body although i would'nt mind
To absorb your caress would be divine
But more to start in the words that you speak
To enthuse my mind an compliment your meek

For my ears listen with a worldly intent
An fluently you speak with no resent
Instigating response at every pause
The convesation rebounding like revolving doors

As i see the tension lift from your face
An we relax in unison an talk at pace
An sparkles appear from your eyes
As you lift the veil from your disguise

An colours emerge as you relax with calm
Your barriers brought down with no alarm
An laughter erupts from your lovely face
For you finally feel comfortable in your space

I sit an admire how you have opened up
An respond with words from my golden cup
The conversation a starting point to transpire
Your lovely mannerisms fuelling desire

A lovely interaction between woman an man
Engaging conversations that do command
A fine tuned ear an eyes that speak
Complete attention is all you seek

I go to the exremes and have to cut my mind on a jagged edge to burst my emotions before I explode into a thousand selves
We can be who we are or play more games
Maleable like a stream my other selves give birth
The I and the flesh
The antenna of the soul
Our biology tells some of it all, but can we be free?
In the cave we know, but who is brave enough to tell that we are porns in the scheme of it all
The life is a shaddow and Of myself I can do nothing and waste my days
A meloncholy messenger, a cut price Jesus
I play with it all while the truth is told about the one who creates
One architect for it all
The will protests and wants to flow free imagining many shapes in a colourful parade
I ramble, I stumble my detrators persue
They wish to dance and be it all
I played, I succumbed to be part of the crowd and now rocks are thrown at my weary head
The parade, the parade the madness and all
The questions that died from not being asked a long time ago
The rants and the chats all by myself....
Can I see the Sun through the trees and find the way that he walked

What is the worth of a single man?
Does he have a price in gold, or maybe it’s water in a can?
What is the cost of a peaceful life?
Free? Or must there first be strife?
What is the value of love?
Does it have a value? Or is it a gift from above?
The answers lie in truth, although,
The question must be asked; do you wish to know?
And what is the truth worth?
Pain and suffering, sorrow and hurt?
For, many times, this is the price paid your whole life through.
Now. What is the cost of truth for you?

Men; to all the ones I loved before
Life’s path has lead me deep to many I may keep
Fancy smiles and rest assured, from the ones I loved before
Pretty cars and diamond rings, sweet kisses and love springs
Many life lessons have been taught from the ones I loved before
Each new encounter hope has been filled
To be dashed to the ground waiting to be dusted off again
Pretty words how easily they flow, today and tomorrow here we go
Pretty words of tomorrow may be hold promises unspoken
Actions more telling than time of deception held inside
There are specific kinds of men in this world I have learned
The playboys knowingly unkind, lead a girl on to make believe a dreamer’s curse in disguise
He comes round when he feels like it for the good time,
And showers pretty words of what might be woven gently to the truth
His actions follow through until he fears too much his costs
And then gently he disappears like the dust
No answers to be found . . . . he hides behind the safety of his cave
To not let one inside, he finds comfort jumping about
Loving one and then another well in short time
But true love has lost his dime for his fears bind
To much work and honesty to last but an hour
To all the ones I loved before this one you lost
The heart menders love to find a love so devine
Practice the art of picking up the pieces as their love
Repairing hearts is their job, spreading wings broken
They carefully mend the tattered shell
But not too well for the angel finds her wings well
What was once is gone, as a bird will fly to the sky
They often do not trust the love they shown
And hinder it once its grown
For fear and doubt begin to find a home amongst the ground where wings do not fly
To all the ones I loved before, tis lack of faith that lost me so
The devil hides in some deceptive in their kind
All smiles and good times be had till their anger transcends
We become the rag doll of the time