Don't Ask Me (About The Thousand Pages)

You sense that you’re alive the same time a war is waged
You realize the bible is missing around a thousand pages

You wonder who hid it until it burns inside with rage

You notice your toes begin to look a rather bit strange

As if something deep within you is ready to be changed

You hear a madman trying to talk on stage

About some businessmen building a giant cage

You hear the madman trying to talk on stage

About the people who are stuck in a different age

You find the evening it calls you to a distant land

It tells you not to worry you already carry the plan

Search for an orphan girl the map is the lines on her hand

She follows a six piece Egyptian rock and roll band

And a child who’s destined to one day become a man

Together they walk barefoot tonight in some desert sand

Now I got no promises to keep no one I need to meet

I’ll sail out to the sea where there is no one to speak

I’ll travel to the furthest lands where I cannot be defeat

Where there is nothing known and only nothing to teach

So you do what you want and don’t come asking me

Queen Mary

Queen Mary she sleeps in the train
In the day she likes to walk in the rain
Her doctors claim she's probably insane
Her mind paints colors in the sky
Her lips kiss the children in the eye
And everybody knows her shoes carry holes
But they don’t mind it as long as she goes
To someone that nobody knows

Queen Mary she eats with the rest
Life she feels is not some kind of test
She feels no need to be the best
Her rhythm rhymes and flows
Her love for nature grows
And everybody sees her clothes can not please
But she doesn’t mind it as long as she sees
The people in her dreams

Queen Mary she likes to get high
She hears the birds that know how to fly
She doesn’t care what happens after she dies
Her words dripps drops of color
Her mental growing stronger
And everybody loves the way she listens
To the stories that has been forgotten
And she doesn’t mind as long as she can go
Someplace yet to be written

Survival Kit

Mother mary bet you couldnt picture this

suffering understanding everyday measuring

individuals indicates confidential consequences and prizes

so many wonders so much to sight but tour kept roaming

without powers without charms without prayers

without bows without spells

might leads us to darkest times of ours tonight

survival kit useless nothing much bunch tunes of make-believes,

wasted dreams, champions, mocking birds.

slanted bow with twisted arrows

stupid cupid with narrow playlists

condemned disapproval of evidence that kept me alive and fresh

knocked over trees no longer living branches

yet it adjust to new life even to a catfish

time was no longer option to me

and yet it all stops me whenever I check those price tags

but hold on just got a call from dongseng saying

he can get an ounce for us

The Illusion of Death

Death is a time before you were born
Life is a time after you have sworn
Death is the place where life goes to sleep
Life is the place where death goes to reap
Death is a mind that that will never end
Life is a mind that was never dead
Life is a state that feels so high
Death is the state that knows how high
Life is illusions coming through your eyes
Death is illusions no longer telling lies
Death is a sign that life goes by
Life is a sign that death goes by
Life is the place you have been finding
Life is the moment you will be waiting
Death is the place you have been taken
Death is the moment you are awaken
Life is a deal that you choose to die
Death is a deal that you choose to live
Life is the birth of death
and death is the birth of life

In The Universe

We’re spinning in the universe

Every moment verse by verse

Our future world every corner hatred burst

False money everybody trying to grab it first

Open your eyes and break the curse

It’s still the same put in reverse

Open your eyes and break the curse

What’s so important that’s in your purse?

You better realize your soul is first

Every moment verse by verse

We’re spinning in the universe

We’re living in the universe

Every moment verse by verse

When the moments there take the curve

Follow death and gain rebirth

Open your eyes and break the curse

It’s still the same put in reverse

Open your eyes and break the curse

Why do you follow savages conquerors

Look at the time its your time to be the first

Every moment verse by verse

We’re living in the universe

We’re breathing in the universe

Every moment verse by verse

Are you sure of who you serve

Pounding a hoof sharpining a tusk

Open your eyes and break the curse

It’s still the same put in reverse

Open your eyes and break the curse

Love and peace priority must

Bring back truth back to its just

Every moment verse by verse

We’re breathing in the universe

The Joke

The comedian sleeps on a floor dreaming of a joke
The postman knocks on a door looking for a sleep
The comedian dreams to his sleep of a knocking door
The postman talks to his door about a sleeping dream

The comedian looks for a joke that knocks on his floor
The postman jokes of a dream that talks in his sleep
The joke dreams of a postman that sleeps on floors
The sleep looks for a comedian that knocks on doors

The dreaming door and floors that look like sleep
The sleeping floors and doors that talk like dreams
The dream about a postman and a sleeping talk
The joke about a comedian and a talking dream

Afterward

global project 

fail to protect

failed prophets

expensive trinkets

after a drink

feel like hot prospect

there was no hate 

behind your closet

achieve true knowledge

beyond internet 

Doh! WORLD WIDE WEB.

The Prophet

A prophet who listens to the language of the mind

debates and argues looking for ancient ways to defy

until the night declares his message wishes no profit

neither a prophet but someone who will speak it

so he walks the black ashes and touches and teaches

white churches that mock and treat him like leeches

radio news stations that want to buy and sell panic

silent fathers that gather in attempt to beat and hang him

ugly mothers that hide their daughters down in the attic

who don't mind the darkness and play through dancing

and he who heard the mind and set out to speak it

empty his words and accept that he has nothing to teach

only minds to reach