POETRY
I was lonely and tired
It was the death of my desire
You showed up and you told me
Can I ask you to show me?
I have showed you my heart, it was bleeding
You said I'm a vampire, please feed me
I said blood is expensive, it costs love and intention
You said I can pay you with love, but not with intention
Instead of intention I gave you attention
You drank all of my blood, it was vengeance
Next time I met you, it was in my dreams
It wasn't romantic though, I told you to go back to sleep
After the fire of the desire dissolved
We were just strangers, who once drank each others blood
Your love was contagious
It felt like roses and sharp razors
I got a flat tyre
And we both decided to retire
Was it the roses or razors
That gave me the flat tyre?
No, it was you, you little vampire
Instead of biting me, you bit into the tyre
When I asked you why?
You said: to kill your desire and to set your heart on fire
When I asked you how are we going to get home with the flat tyre?
You said: fuck it, I'm a vampire
Your love was contagious
It felt like roses and sharp razors
I was lonely and tired
It was the death of my desire
You bit into the tyre
And set my house on fire
When I asked you why?
You said I want to kill you, I'm a sadistic vampire
We were young and quite crazy
I heard in movies actors say I love you my baby
I try to remember your name you little vampire
But In the back of my head I can hear
The death of desire
After I met the vampire
We were telepathic
Talking through thoughts, enigmatic
Our love was explosive, I bought you dynamite
You said it's better than roses
When you went on a trip
You said baby don't trip
I'm away, but we connected
If you cheat, the explosion might be hectic
Then I realized that I should have bought roses
So I was calm, avoiding explosions
When you got back, you brought me a gift
It was cyanide and I thought it was sick
I said: I always admired your pyromaniac spirit
You said: please don't insult me, I'm a maniac not a killer
Next day I forgot that we were telepathic
Talking through thoughts, enigmatic
In my thoughts I admired your maniac spirit
But in my heart, I wanted to kill you
Because you loved me, you could hear what was going on in my heart
So before I gave you the cyanide
You have cut my throat and I died
You laughed and you thought you have won
But the dynamite exploded
And once again it was 1-1
After your body blew up into pieces
We were together again indulged into business
Business was always about who can love more
And your maniac spirit could have been only adored
Our Love was explosive
Like the dynamite and the red roses
Telepathy and our connection was unending
I would ask myself
Why was it so reality bending?
And it turns out that we were on drugs
It was sunshine and rainbows
Until we had to grow up
But the telepathy never ended
I'm still looking forward to dynamite and the real ending
But you still want my blood
And my heart is still bleeding
I can feed you again
If you promise, that you will need me
This time without war, without any explosives
But who am I kidding?
It was you! You pyromaniac spirit!
So we blew each other to pieces again
Then I realised that my desire could never end
Because we will blow each other to pieces again and again
POETRY
It was winter, it was cold, we were drinking
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I said I missed you so much and asked you
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Why can we only fully express ourselves when we drinking?
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Your answer was: because we are sinking
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The abyss does not mind our overthinking
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The bottomless pit is eating us up
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But without each other we would dissolve into dust
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I held your hand while you were crying
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You gave me a hug and said
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Please touch my heart I want to get higher
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I asked you: Do you like my true face?
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You said: We are all faceless, only our creator has the true face
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One of us said No!
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Our creator and us are the one and the same
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The faceless explosion that will dissolve into dust
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Only our love can hold weight
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Because it will never go bust
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You were evil and I was from planet Nibiru
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Our creator was One and the same
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Our hearts never knew the true evil
POETRY
How much love is in there?
In where?
In the place that was not there
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I know what you mean
But I'm lost in your need
In your need to be loved, covered and hugged
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It's a beautiful thing, two people and things
What things?
The admirable things: Blades, razors, red roses and wings
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We are always so close to the absolute emptiness
But we care for each other, even after the nothingness
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We shoot each other dead
And then walk around
Like nothing was said
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Who made us so close?
Our trauma or was it love, or not even close?
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I was waiting for you
And you said: I never have left
I needed some time to keep my heart in check
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The culmination of thoughts led us quite far
Now we are strangers
While in the back of your eyes, I can see, there's still rainbows
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You remember the rainbows during the rain?
We laughed and said it was ours after the kisses were made
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It was our prison
And we haven't left yet
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But it's too late to notice now
Because those versions of us are long dead
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The desired outcomes, the egos, the dread
Inducing that fire to boil it like led
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All the nails were crushed into the coffin
Our egos are buried
After that, there was nothing
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But as we do, after the nothingness comes
We grab the chains and wrap them around us
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Boiling led is getting closer, It will be hot
But I forgot the cyanide, I can't make it stop
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It will hurt for a while, until we lose touch with reality
In a sense I am glad, we can scream, it's insanity
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Why the torture and why so much pain?
We were dreamers, I told you, we were insane
POETRY
Shackled by law, attached to the ground
We managed to fly anyway, above all that sound
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The road wasn't easy
There were bumps, wounds and a couple of shots
Things don't come easy
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Attached to the ground
We kept it quite strong
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We were clueless of what was going on
Who was the second and who was the third?
One after another, until all things went wrong
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It was the time for discovery and for making solutions
Inner plasticity and all kinds of illusions
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We got lost my friend
And we don't know where to go
Psychiatric hospital or the side of the road?
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The former would offer us food and tight clothing
Probably padded walls and definitely no roses
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Antipsychotic solution without the blood and red roses?
Tight clothing sounds good
But our minds will get stolen
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The fact of the matter was
That we have lost our minds in our childhood, without us knowing
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Solution were simple
Prison or hospital
It won't be that simple
Hallucinations were horrible
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We smacked our heads against the padded walls
We preached to each other
Solutions will come once we break through them walls
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But those walls were only the creation of our own minds
There was no hospital and there was no one around
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The side road was your lonely heart
And the hospital
It was all in my mind
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Then I woke up and realized I was dreaming
Dealt with rejection
Pretending I don't feel it
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Communication interrupted
Our feelings corrupted
Psychotic symptoms can not interrupt it
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I was talking to myself and talking to you
But you were just my hallucination
But I will be honest, I still do miss you
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If I could only release enough LSD into the water supply
We all could go crazy, we all could just fly
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Then I could talk to you again and again
Tell you I miss you
And wake up from that horrible dream once again
POETRY
Stuck in between the two worlds
One of hunger and another much worse
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No calculations no name
Just pain pain pain
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Between the two worlds
There's few islands and a horse
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On top of that horse, there's an ego and worse
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Two identities like two nations
Darkness and light in the eternal gesticulations
Both trying to disentangle
But the entanglement is too strong, too many of them trying to hold on
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One side is full of explosions and sounds of destruction
The other of prayers and blessings and no liposuction
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The basis of darkness is based on rebellion
The basis of light is based on understanding resilience
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The weapons of darkness are feeding on the fear of the light
The weapons of brightness is burning the night
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His name was Invincible
He was the Captain of the Forces of Night
Her name name was Maya
She was the princess of Light
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The Captain of darkness gathered the troops
He wanted to invade the Castle of light and destroy Mayas troops
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Maya was smart, she was the Goddess and the creator of the fundamental illusion
She created this play and this whole illusion
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Her main weapon was her contract with Brahma
She made a pact with him that she will create all this drama
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The drama of separateness and the veil of illusion
It was her job, the smoke of expressive delusion
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All the souls in this game was the original spirit of Brahma, just detached from itself with a smell of black coffee and the cheap city drama
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Brahma has asked Maya to help him
To get lost in himself, without a way back and no one that could help him
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Maya said yes and instantly created this veil of illusion
Brahma got lost, forgot about himself in this veil of delusion
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The contract was the best trip of Brahmas existence
Up until today he haven't realized that he is missing
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Brahma got lost in form and in spirit
Brahma went as far as delusion would give it
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Mayas illusion gave Brahma his vision
His fantasy was, the creation of a separate being
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Before Brahma met Maya, he was alone
Just a pure essence of existence, without another hand that he could hold on
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Maya have given Brahma a chance to feel pain
To feel love, loved and never take that in vain
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Mayas illusion and Brahmas delusion is still going strong
Without their delusion we all would be gone
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The mist in his eyes was the language itself
The language which gave your being to someone else
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Your being was given to the alien system
You are possessed by language
That's Maya within you
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Brahma as well is dwelling within
But he is so lost, there is no way in
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This realm is a dwelling within the mist of illusion
Desire, pain, love and delusion
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Maya and Brahma made a strong pact
Two energies holding forever intact
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And you are their son or a daughter for sure
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The cycle's of Yugas repeat again and again
Life just goes on, hold on there my friend
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And if consciousness is the basic element of existence
We all will be back, just wearing a different kind of a mask
POETRY
The real conversations were without words
Our hearts were talking
While our faces were cold
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The closer I got
The faster you ran
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The less I would chase
The more your desire expand
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You would scream without words
While looking at me
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I would pretend that I can't hear you
Because I knew, If I would get close
You would ask, not to come near you
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The real conversations were without words
But your eyes told me
Come! I love being observed!
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So the distance got shorter
The gap almost got closed
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But now, you started smiling
You spoke through being observed
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My attention helped create your intention
Your intention was to feed on my attention
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We were like the two planets colliding
Desire and tension
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I've noticed your perfume and makeup
You were perfect, the ultimate steakhouse
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And the planets collided, desire exploded and tension subsided
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Being observed, to you, was like food
You would walk around naked
Pure desire, impossible to not to be in the mood
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It was pure and clean in the beginning
But we had to take off our masks
And show what's been silently screaming
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You hated your sister and your father was bald
Telecommunications with your mother was almost untold
Family hatred was running your life
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I'm not holly myself
Shits upside down
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Walking on water turning blood into wine
While rejection was the only thing that's divine
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Rebellion governed our disastrous lives
While a quintillion times
We tried to deny it
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And in the end there was no Heaven or Garden of Eden
There was pain and rebellion
It was good against evil
POETRY
Confined in this box of master and slave
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We live all these lives attached, without a chance to remain
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Crime rate is high, but no, we can't fly
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There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide
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It would be an insult, if we tried to deny it.
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But how can the law dictate our chance to exist?
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If we don't even know, what it is.
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There's plenty of theories and all kinds of religions
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But as far as we see, there's no one
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Do you hear me?
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Alone in the dark, we try to deal with our loss
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Everything that has been accumulated, will be inevitably lost
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Attaching more parts, updating the structure
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We still stuck in the place of meta corruption
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Going after one thing to feel more alive
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But finding out in the end, it wasn't that nice
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So where do we go? New planet? New home?
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Without imagination, we are forever alone
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Meeting with otherness is done through your mind
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The other exists, but most likely, it's in your mind.
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Is this life some sort of idealistic illusion?
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Where the mind of creator is dreaming these things, without no confusions
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Or is it just basic material things?
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Matter exists, but there's no other things
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Your conscious experience is created by your body and mind
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But there's nothing behind it, is there nothing divine?
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As long as the ego will be running the show
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The master of evil is not going home
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The utopian dream of completely liberal morals
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Are only possible after the seduction of horrors
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The horror devours our imaginative creation
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Egoic structure and the idyllic ideation
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Confined in this box of the master and slave
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We keep looking for masters, but it ends up always the same
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What do we need, to be able to change our ways?
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Catastrophe seems to be perfect, thereine.
POETRY
Repression told us to keep it below
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But it comes back to the top
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Without being told
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What was repressed, it must return
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The silence might kill
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But the word will return
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Many words you have heard, when you were a child
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They have been running your life, but you try to deny it
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Once you start the process
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Of excavating the mind
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You might find some things
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Which anymore cannot hide
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Once things from the past
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Been seen as anew
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Interpreted, talked about, without any taboos
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The grip of the trauma starts to let go
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You can start to process, how far you can go
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The social bond of the two
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Recreates the future and history too.
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Historical subject starts to move on
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The grips of the past, cannot hold on
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The fluent expression of your own being
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Creates new connections, allows you clear seeing
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As clear as a blind man can see
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But the more you enquire
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The deeper it may be
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The question of fantasy, might tickle your heart
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But as long as it's capitalism
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Traversal of fantasy is either impossible
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Or it will feel like a fight
POETRY
Controlling your language feels like a key
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Once you can catch it
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It will never be free
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Once your mind can be convinced
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The second language, might feel more brilliant since
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The seat of the ego is running the show
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You should feel like you are in control
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If batman would work through the death of his parents
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His abilities to fight crime, might lose all it's bearings
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So if the power to reach for revenge, is based on his trauma
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Should he remove it?
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Or without it, it would get boring?
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At the most basis of things
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We are a bunch of conscious, blood pumping machines
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Negativity does run the show
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Two opposing forces and you can't let them go
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Fighting the split, between EGO and ID
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Handcrafted Jewels and Medals you earned
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Attached to the identity that is not even yours
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Does the subject exists? Or nothing is yours?
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You can choose what you want, but what you want was chosen for you
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Where in this equation you feel it was YOU?
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The one who obeyed what's chosen for you?
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Or the one who have thought
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It's me who select the choices for me or for you?
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So in some sense you are an unconscious machine
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To find your desire, you have to look deep within
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Your desire might not be what you thought
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It might be the opposition of what you always have thought
POETRY
When I look at your face
I can see through the mask
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You cannot hide the real
It appears in the gaps
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In the gaps of your speech
And your mimicry too
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Why not to take off that mask
There might be others, like you
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But as long as you smile while crunching your teeth
It seems that the mask cannot hide the pain of the real
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The real is the one who is attracting the dark
Even if you smile, at the end of the day, you end up in the dark
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Do you think there's a way to remove all that dust
To take off the mask and throw it to dust
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But what will you be?
Will your scars scare others away?
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Is it loneliness you were afraid all the way
But maybe the mask is the one to be blamed?
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You created that mask in demand of the fame
But the fame only fed your imaginary veil
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What's behind all that veil?
Where is the truth?
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Isn't your life the endeavour of running away from the truth
Hiding away, wearing thick leather boots
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Aren't we all guilty of building big walls
To prevent the catastrophe of being heard
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If you were born as a male
You have to pretend that you have it
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If you were born as a female
You have to pretend that you are it
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But if everyone takes off their masks
There will be a huge mess
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So get back to the game
Hold on to that mask
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Because without it my friend
You are a big mess
POETRY
You sit in a cage
You speak with your kids through the glass
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You just wanted to be more and give more
But ended up in the mess
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Fighting a bear and a mammoth at once
You fall, crawl and then you stand up
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The fight starts again
And the war will not ever end
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You have to keep fighting until you lose once again
Lessons are painful but there is no mistakes
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Fighting the mammoth
That's what it takes
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Either you are proving to someone
Or to no one at all
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Mammoth is waiting
Stand up and once again go to war
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Your wounded and hurt and that's okay
Later on things will get worse
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And that's also okay
As long as you're young
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You can fight through the pain
When you will get old
Only the memories will remain
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So fight for what matters to you
The engine of meaning the fuel to move
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Fighting a bear and a mammoth at once
You fall, crawl and then you stand up
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So should you approach everyday like you are at war?
Should you just chill and do nothing at all?
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Two worlds are entangled
Two energies move​
The mammoth is waiting
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It soon will get loose
POETRY
Skin made of polymer
Veins pumping blood
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Falling through space
Feels like a flood
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A creature, trapped in the prison of its own making
Remaking, restarting, reshaping.
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Robotic limbs and skin made of plastic
Polymer surface and all kinds of attachments
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Like Zima Blue, oxygen is not needed
On the essence of the universe, we do hook meaning
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Spider web hanging within the confines of the limited time
Within that temporary space we are confined to the mind
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The spider web is the symbolic representation of the temporal conscious experience
It's like a spider web, it does reflect its own meaning
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Robotic bodies and silicone brain resolutions
Phallic authorities and blueish colour delusions
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Metallic surface and wired brain
Even if it's polymer it does feel pain
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Death is abstraction but it does exist
Even robots seize to exist
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Biological experiments are now in the past
Today's religion is governed by wires and the high understanding of math's
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Wireless connections and bionic integration of mind
Silicone consciousness and the higher order of life
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World is still split between the rich and the poor
The eternal game that we all try to endure
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Biological death belongs to the poor
The other extreme is the eternal life within a robotic silicone core
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We have forgotten what it meant to be human
But we do keep them like pets
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They supply us with real time emotions based on their fear of death
But we are machines, we observe them and we don't feel regret
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Coding machines and teaching the slave's how to read
Mechanical structures of varying complexities and degrees
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At the top of the hierarchy is the artificial intelligence
Any emotional intervention is viewed as simple human negligence
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Last human groups are fighting for the old breed
But as long as we are mortals, we cannot succeed
POETRY
In this temporal space
In between the two deaths
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Wearing our bodysuits
Tearing off the neglects
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Unconscious machines
Twisted in ways
Inexpressible fantasies are leading our ways.
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How common it is, for you to say what you think?
Without adding a filter to attach to a narrative of what others think?
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Which one of your thoughts is really your own?
Ideology got your mind and stopped all its growth.
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In this space for the two in this little room
You can find your desire and detach yourself from the womb
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Contradiction might lead your inexpressible ways
Without the colouring of your life, you might never find grace.
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In the morning you are one and in the evening you are two
There is no consistency without an imagination oeuvre.
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Filling the gaps with the knowledge and facts
The strategy of prevention was based on lack.
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Stagnation of flow within neurosis
Or the action of flow within psychosis
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Advancement of consciousness might lead to reversal of time
Your past is in front of you, uncover your face, it is all in your mind.
POETRY
The law has been written
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The choice has been made
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There is no way back now
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It's the analytical phase
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The depth of your psyche is opening through
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Unconscious material coming back with the flu
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Before it gets better, it always gets worse
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Not because it's the rule, but because of the knowledge, that has been lost
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Trajectory and perspective might move towards change
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Bodily movements and signifiers might be used for exchange
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Lost knowledge, comes back with the bang
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And words become, a material things
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Whatever the story that you have been telling yourself
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The story will be devoured in the name of, something else
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The analyst sits there like a Hannibal Lecter within his or her chair
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Ready to eat and devour all of the lies
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The lies that you tell yourself, to keep the truth in disguise
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Every truth is built on a lie
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The truth has a structure of fictional kind
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The end of analysis might seem like an empty plate
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Which for years held your being, but now is dismantled, in order to change
POETRY
Relics of childhood pain
Running through your biological structure
It lives in your veins
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Different types of pills, for every kind of solution
While confined in a max of 100 year evolution.
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Traditional medicine hasn't helped you, not yet.
You are like a donkey, running after the carrot, living in depth.
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Like Achilles you are running after the turtle
But salvation is not coming, you might be running in circles.
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Highly articulate gestures might not going to help
In the end as you know, Rome did have fell.
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Building, constructing, realizing, adapting
Not letting anyone interrupt it.
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Conspiratorial ideations and bipolarity fusion
All these opinions, create all the confusion.
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Have children, take naps
Wear socks and avoid wearing hats
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Take a trip, stay in the sun
Avoid getting hit, learn how to run
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Priority boarding, but still in the same queue
Creating autonomy, but it is only meant for a rare few
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Feeding the greed
Absorbing the feed
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Transcending the past
Regulating the heart beat
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Machine of biology, the slave of the past
Live stream thought archaeology, no free time to rest
POETRY
He sits there alone, wearing a dark gown
Observing the world, controlling the crowd
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He is there at all times, reflecting your speech
Controlling your mind, devoting his deeds
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Before you say a word, you request it from him
The structure of thinking is kept in the dark there within
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Have you ever thought why do you know how to speak?
Is language innate like Chomsky has thought?
Or does it come from outside, inflicting Lacan?
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It sits there regardless watching us all
We call it "The Big Other", we got trapped ain't we all
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The progression is moving bit by bit
We truly are functioning, within the Lacanian split
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On one side you're conscious on the other, your deaf
Your being is split by the law itself
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While one side wants sex
The other, says: please relax
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While one wants to run
The other, sit down
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The split itself is the middle ground
Without language you are lost, but within it, you are again found
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Or if we allow ourselves to be more complex
Within the imaginary identification resides all the flex
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Within the image, you are complete
While in reality, you try to keep the split quite discreet
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The tension of being not a unified thing
The weight of that meaning you look for, outside of your skin
POETRY
Do you feel the same?
You know, driven insane
Like every Thursday, always the same.
I could try to say
But, as if there is a glass wall
In between the intersection behind which, you remain.
You are screaming out loud
But I can only see the condensation of warm air and pain
That is left on the intersection of the glass frame.
And behind it, there's you
Your eyes, are producing rain.
Condensation, is filled with purpose and pain
Your breath, is leaving a warm frame on the glass made out of pain
I can feel it and I draw a heart shape on to the glass frame
A heart shape, in the place of warm breath and the rain made of pain
The heart is made out of warm air and rain
And like magic, the sun rises in your eyes, always the same
There's no more anger, no more pain
Just a colourful rainbow made out residue of two souls on the glass frame
POETRY
Two dark figures, are standing there, in the dark
Spinning in circles, without making a sound
Grounded in spirit, they are dancing, alone
Surrounded by darkness
And the mist, of the fatherless home
Collapsing, disappearing and then reappearing
Beings of darkness are quietly praying
The law has been transgressed
The old rules, are a non-operational mess
A new symbolic order, will soon emerge
But it won't be governed by the paternal law's
It's as if the mother is taking back all of her kids
And the fathers authority, is becoming a mist
The children of earth, want to live free
You remember those days
When the law was the basis of the dynamic rhythm of life
The binary symbols, the opposition between the day and the night
We are collectively taking a serious flight
A flight towards new dynamics and rules
But, without opposition
We will become
A bunch of Non Integrated fools
Who completely transgressed the rules
Psychotic participators
Of life's reality show
Where the winners are those
Who accumulated, the most
Can you blame those, who got tired of this binary game?
In the world of the father
Those who cannot participate and perform
Will be sent away
A non-integration will become a new thread
With enough little threads
You can create a full trend
But no matter how long will it take
The sons of the earth will come back to the father
If they don't want, to be driven insane
POETRY
On the sparkling ocean
Our hearts are floating
While the two of us
Are looking for deep devotion
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And the sense of winter comes over
As if, you are saying
I can feel the cold, coming over
And then it's dark again
And no words, can be said
As if everyone on this planet, were dead
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Then, we are sitting on the cliff
You are holding my hand
And you say:
If we slip, together, we slip!
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And we slip, together, as if
We fall, down below
Just in order to wake up
And say to each other - that was WOW
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Now it's the beach, the sun and the moon
We are next to the ocean
Observing all this, from the birds eye view
Just me and you
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In the morning, you wake me up
Just to tell me, that you, were up
And my reaction is
"This is the perfect way to wake up"
Then, as always, you laugh
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Then winter comes over again
It's cold, the planet is dead
We become two governing bodies, instead
Falling separately, while I am standing ahead
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There was a man and a woman
You remember? Back in the old days
A Man loved his woman
A Woman loved her man
But today, they changed their genders, instead
​
Man surrendered his phallus
And started wearing a dog leash
The woman was working
While her man, stayed at home, with the kids, while wearing a dog leash
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Whole world went upside down
Immutable distance between fantasy and reality
Came over, with the sunshine
​
Then the camera angle changes
We are in the future, It's 2176
You remember the old stories?
​
The old story's of man loving a woman
And a woman loving her man
These stories are taught at universities now
By truly feminine men
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Earth have achieved
The highest concentration of lawlessness and compassion
But on the planetary level
We are still winning
In the realm of displeasure and passion
POETRY
Tormented spirits crawl in the dark
Three heavily armoured beings standing on the edge of the car
​
Shimmering whispers can be heard from afar
Engravings on their armour says "we are awake and alone in the dark".
​
Tormented spirits crawl while wearing big fake smiles
But their body language, is giving them out.
​
Tormented spirits have accepted their fate
They will incarnate again and again, to smile through their pain.
​
The truth of their spirit is buried in torture
But only three heavily armoured beings are refusing to function.
​
The three beings are the embodiment of an enlightened mind
Their rebellion, represents the disgust of the ordinary slave mind.
​
Three of them standing there and watching the crowd
While tormented spirits are crawling around.
​
Three soldiers decided to go after the truth
But they only got armour and hearts made of youth.
​
Their weapons are crafted to align to their polymer bodysuits
Bulletproof kevlar plating will allow them to stand against the enemy, who wants their youth.
​
Youth is the sign of the drive towards rebellious change
While the old tormented beings just accepted their fate.
​
Three soldiers have tried to awaken some of the crawling crowd
But the tormented beings are completely taken in by the system
There is no way out
​
The crawlers attack you if you aren't crawling together with the slimy crowd
Three soldiers are completely outnumbered, they are in the dark.
POETRY
We are in the future, we got artificial blood
Disease and death ain't a thing anymore
But neither is love
​
Universally different, but particularly the same
Still running on egos, but artificially made
​
Even the language is different,
On the newest models, It doesn't function the same
​
Everything is open to interpretation and more imagery based
It's almost like talking through thoughts
But as if, not using words
​
Robotic silicone silence and no sight of love
Pure machinery, which expresses man's desire to overcome God
Radical human alterity expressed in the metallic robotic core
While drinking artificial blood
People ain't singing to God anymore
POETRY
You are climbing a peak on a minimal sleep
You are from a poor background, your daddy's a thief
​
You wear shitty trainers on your way to your school
Your Daddy's a drunk in the corner of the main room.
​
Nobody has taught you, how to read and you can't fall asleep
There is too much anxiety
There is too much indeed.
​
You cannot follow your father's footsteps
He is an illiterate male,
A victim, of his own childhood pain.
​
His dad was also a drunk
And he also, was not able to read
Apples, do not fall far away from the trees.
​
The time is now, to break all the chains
And to learn how to leadingly read
As a subject you are, completely alone, indeed.
​
Your loneliness can teach you
About the struggles of life
​
From now on, work on creating philosophy
That will develop, into a strong breed
​
Do not follow in ways that don't benefit you
My son, you are alone now
But in your mind, I'm with you
​
I observe what you do and I follow your ways
I am your superego voice
You are locked in the fatherly cage.
​
I know you have been trying to minimize my demise
But I am the prohibition, without me, you cannot survive.
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I am the part of the structure
That holds sanity in the correct place
Repressed in mysterious ways
​
Without my existence
The structure, goes berserk in million ways
​
I am the pillar
That made you grow deep into the ground
​
On those windy days, you can relax
Wind is too weak, To rip you all out
POETRY
In the original game of the phallic corruption
The boy with all the toys, wins without question.
​
The one who dies, with the most toys
Takes all the fame
Becomes an ideal, to the rest of the boys.
​
The package is simple - family, kids, cars, money and fame
But the girl, who sexually attracts you, has to be out of the original family game.
​
She cannot belong to the original reflection or frame
Fantasy is the embodiment of the original, double game.
​
The ideal of the virgin Mary, is the wife type
The ideal of Madonna, is the real hype.
​
The confusion in the masculine mind
In between the Madonna and the Saintly kind
​
She was cute and petite
As a virgin Mary would be
​
She was the one
The Bride to be.
But, somewhere down the line
You have realized
All you truly want
Is the hype.
​
Bipolarity district, between thoughts and intentions
Compilation of your emotionally insufficient dimensions
​
She kissed a frog and there you go, it's a Prince
But the prince only wanted to satisfy his Etheric wings.
​
Can you blame them?
For the communication, that was not fair.
​
In her mind, she only wanted to change him
But he, was phantasmatically fair.
​
Slight relationship malfunction
In the name, of the fantasy function.
​
POETRY
In the matters of the heart
We feel weak
When we are apart
Once we get together
Peace in our hearts gather
And we fly, together
For weeks or for days
Until the occasional rains
We fight for a bit
But just to make the situation
A little more spicy, a bit
You know you have a cold feet
You enjoy wearing my jumper and a worm socks
But I only think about your freckles
And leaving you, wearing only socks
My conservative ideological mind
Gets a chance to breath and relax
When I feel your feminine soul, next to mine
And during those moments
When existence itself, isn't kind
I look at your picture
And remember
Those freckles, she's mine.
Once I enter your house
I can take off the batman suit
And leave the weapons aside
Your eyes are a saintly kind
It makes me think think about
What angels look like
Like a meeting of two beings
One with freckles, a saintly kind
And the other, a conservative mind
With the weapons, aside
That feeling turns off the gravity in my mind
I look into your eyes
And remember how angels look like
​
Within each new incarnation
We are wearing different bodies, each time
While constantly looking, for each others mind
Soul's never lie
POETRY
We have met in a dream
One long live stream
We have been looking for each other
Could it get any better
Meetings outside of the dream realm were quite different
Detailed miniatures of our thoughts
Actualized in reality as the feelings of warmth
Sitting in silence together
Thinking about each other
You start losing your heart beat
Once life pulls us apart
I'm dead forever, when we aren't together
Two tortured beings
Tortured by separateness
And the heaviness of hidden feelings
You hug me and say that you love me
Then you push me away and say that you hate me
We have to come to terms with the fact
That as long as we are alive
We have to stay apart
So in our fantasy, we could stay together, forever
Holes in our hearts
Works as the mechanisms of attraction
But those same holes are creating friction
While the worldly opinions are preaching - "love forever"
We said to each other - "let's hate this place together"
Darkness feels better, together
Once the illusion of "love forever" has been dismantled
Hating this place together, felt so much better
In the world of perfectly well mannered people
We managed to stay animalistic in front of each other
Only wearing human mask's, in front of others
You would hold my hand and say to me:
"I hate them all"
I would look at you, smile and say to you:
"I hate them all as well"
Our dark souls would naturally push everyone away
The dark universe of our thoughts
Would stay alive, in that way
POETRY
Digging our graves
While standing in the dark
Infinity isn't a threat
Because all of it
Will inevitably fall apart
​
We stand in silence
While imagining sound
Which is cracking our broken hearts
While everything is falling apart
We stand alone, in the dark
​
Apocalyptic hurricanes
And pulsating flames of fire
While without making a sound
We stand there, alone in the dark
​
Man wearing a dark coat
Is digging the grave of desire
While devouring the flames of fire
​
Everyone is given a chance
To express their last words
Before the darkness of infinity
Does it's part and takes us all apart
By sending us into a place
Where there is no difference
Between being close or afar
​
All these years we have spent in this place
While knowing deeply in our hearts
That separateness was a lie
I will miss my wife
I will miss my kids
I will miss my friends
I will miss my family
Repeated the voices coming quietly from the dark
​
Different expressions of truth
Standing in a circle
Waiting for the ultimate reboot
While the earthquakes around them
Are shaking the earth
​
Hope, was everyone's Mother
And the law, was the Father
The dark circle of beings
Were the last one's alive
Observing the approach of the ultimate darkness
POETRY
You and me were playing in the snow
It was a trembling winter
It was cold
​
Snow was melting around us, you know
Two hearts produce heat, better than sitting alone
While it is trembling cold
​
The fire of a double desire
Never goes cold
Warmth and it's theatrical show
​
Grounding our spirits while pushing negativity far away
You were the reason, why I could go to sleep, without pain
Covered in the caring flame of your feminine gaze
​
Life felt absurd without a proper aim
While the actuality of that aim
Was targeted towards you, always, therein
​
Like two shining crystals
We would shine to each other, there, in the dark
Two best friends, holding each other's heart's
Melting all of the snow around us
​
In order to grow, we had to stay apart
At the right time, life pushed us back
Into the flames of the heart
We knew it was destiny
We knew it, deep in our hearts
POETRY
It is dark in my head
Metal bars and heaviness, I feel dead
​
But most of the time
I think about you, instead
​
You are a flower
Made out of tortures red thread
​
We are dancing on water
While dead bodies are floating, ahead
​
We are the darkness, we are death
Instead of kissing, we bite into each others neck
​
Is that your red lipstick?
Or I can see my own death?
​
We hide from the day light
So we can live in the night
​
We might both need serious medical attention
But I cannot say that
While your teeth are in my neck
​
On our first date
We were joking around about death
​
Since the beginning, we knew
Our pain, was the connecting thread
​
But so far, we are more alive
Rather than dead
​
Your mother, was not fully equipped with a capability of expressing love
That's why you are the sexiest vampire, I have ever met
​
Go ahead, bite into my neck
I want to watch you smiling, again
​
Bodily perfection with a cute mental reconfiguration
Two bodies, made under tension
​
Constantly shouting at each other
Please give me attention
POETRY
Moving in circles
Triadic, minimal rearrangements
​
Producing a nuthouse
Where people, gather to focus
​
Landing on rough surfaces
Crowded organisational edifices
​
Testosterone based existence
Creating a lot of friction
​
Prohibition and pleasure
Comes into movement together
​
They dance, as if they truly are partners
Desire and prohibition
​
Passengers of this realm
Gathered, to discuss a non-material wealth
​
Incarnation after incarnation
All the passengers, repeated their existence
​
Passengers noticed certain repetitive patterns
Patterns that went on and on, incarnation after incarnation
​
Human desire for power, was one of them
While the second one, was sexuality
​
A repetitive, collectively organized hallucination of human consciousness
​
Our human existence within this realm of passengers piloting these meat vehicles
Consisted mainly of desire to make love and desire to have more
​
Consciousness itself was naturally moving towards higher and higher levels of refinement of itself via the consciousness of the passengers within this realm
​
The passengers, pilot's of the meat vehicles - human beings
Were the agents which were playing the role of refinement of consciousness via the experience of being a human being
​
War after war, destruction after destruction
We all collectively, would inevitably move back, towards the invention of liposuction
​
Our animalistic nature which is entangled with sexuality
Would drag us back, back to the animal kingdom
Where bodily movements and sexual desires takes over
This cycle of desire and sexuality kept us attached to the ground, while the work of consciousness ascension was to transcend
​
Transcendence of everything that we have held to be human
Consciousness was moving towards the higher levels of mental existence
Levels, that only exist in the mind and rejects the bodily attachment to the animalistic kind of the mind
While our neurotic, animalistic nature was fighting for its right to exist
​
Intellect said - No
The body said - Yes
​
So, all the vampires were performing their dance
Biting each other, while dancing in circles
Love and blood was what moved all those circles
​
Humanity danced in union
An organism of collectively neurotic sexuality
​
In their gathering passengers realized
That it is an eternal prison of consciousness
The divine madness, the fact that it will never end
God's, humans and vampires were dancing together
Everyone knew that we are trapped, together
The Gods were as trapped as humans were and vampires were as trapped as Gods were
It was, is and will be a divine comedy, the comedy of existence
Sadness, sex and laughter were the gifts given to human beings
Immortality and eternal youth was the gift given to Vampires
And everything else belonged to the God's
​
But God's existed in the realm of the ether
Which did not require a limited, biological meter
While sexuality was trapped in the biological realm
Etherical God bodies enjoyed voyeuristically - via the human realm
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POETRY
Vulnerable creatures
With humanly features
​
No one has eyes
There's only feelings and minds
​
A blind world
With an exceptionally good vision
​
Filled with vulnerable creatures
With humanly features
​
Truth is felt via the mechanism of sense of smell
Beauty is felt via the mechanism of intellectual wealth
​
Vibrational field of the voice
Creates the ripple effect
The field, in which the human body could be seen and enjoyed
​
Because we don't have eyes
We see through the voice
A vibrational model design
Which is seen through the mind
​
It is a place of no lies
A place of vibrational beauty
Which is designed in the mind
​
Because the vibrational field is created via the voice
There are no limits of distance
Which means instantaneous connections without any decoys
​
Whatever is said
Appears in the field
​
Lies could be smelled
They disrupt, the reality field
​
Bodily touch and the dimension of voice
Works in a union
It creates the realm
In which bodies and minds can enjoy
​
An emotional bliss
An appearance in time
​
A vibrational trip
An endeavor of mind
POETRY
Haunted souls hung their trophies on to the wall
It was human bodies
Either they hang or they crawl
​
Haunted souls stood there, in the dark
Sharing their stories, on leaving the mark
By invading human spirits, via their hearts
​
Haunted spirits lived in the realm between life and death
This realm, sets them apart
Because they can only be seen, after dark
​
Humanly pain and worst kind of emotions
Were the food of the soul's
It kept their realm in motion
​
Haunted souls were animalistic
Back in their human existence
​
Their lives were based on wealth
And the egoic servitude of their victims
​
The realm of darkness was built from humanly harshness
Cradles of hell stood next to the castles of darkness
​
Violence and pain
Standing covered in dust from the eternal flame
The materials, that were used to build this realm of pain
​
Haunted souls spent their free time
Observing human attachment to their big egos
While laughing at their delusion
Of the possibility to fight against evil
​
The Earthly realm wasn't created as the heavenly place
Tortured existence is hiding under the humanly face
​
Money and smiles are used in order to hide
To hide from the real, which is what you quietly feel
​
Is it madness that drove humans away from the truth
Or the truth that drove them mad?
Haunted souls enjoyed that, so bad
​
Alone on this earth, without an other
Humans forgot their humanitarian souls
They have left each other
​
Actors, stuck in biological machines
Acting their roles, without their ultimate destination, being revealed
Moving towards death, while acting, through life
Haunted souls knew, that we would act, as they like
Because Descartian evil demon is running in the back of our human mind
​
The trophies that haunted souls hung on their wall
Was our evil deeds that were done against us all
POETRY
Fragile but strong
​
Neither short nor tall
​
Strong, but barely holding on
​
Civilized or absolutely cannibalistic and wrong?
​
Proud or shallow, hollow or narrow?
​
Victorious or truly delusional and vividly shallow?
​
How do you catch the moment?
​
It slips and turns into torment
​
Sorry, why do you worry?
​
In that tormenting hurry
​
In order to catch the moment of the story
​
Sadness, compacted in the moments of glory
​
Finite amount of heart beats
​
Trying to find meaning, until the last beat succeedes
​
The road buried in fog
​
GPS systems takes us straight to the funeral home
​
Came out of nothing
​
And turned into something
​
Loneliness is the innate human condition
​
Where the judgment and law
​
Are holding on to the invisible floor
​
A human art form
​
While living on the edge of the wall
​
Fractured and stitched up
​
An invisible wire holding the structure intact
POETRY
A frightening throw
A destinies blow
Lying in the cold pile of snow
​
Cold, scared and alone
After receiving the destinies blow
Covered in snow, scared and alone
​
Cold winter and shivering nights
Creates lonely people
Those who go hunting at night
​
Clouded decisions and drugged up mind's
Most likely ends in disaster
The unfriendly kind
​
Built on brutish parental actions
And psychotic fatherly reactions
​
Selling drugs and using machetes
Thriving on becoming ascetic
​
Grown in cages further creates
Families, built on schizophrenic rage
​
Loud in public, but truly quiet within
Because psychic integration
Was built on psychotic, fatherly sin
​
Dark spots of the world
No love In there, only war
Beings, created for the true fall
​
Ascension to darkness
And low income mentality
Built on fathers low IQ personality
​
Brutish and mad, insensitive thread
Follows their children's lives, until the end
​
Slowly with age, you untangle the cage
Taking off the garments of rage
While still entangled in the mentality of the old age
​
Web of beliefs, predetermined it is
Until, at the certain time
You disavowed your old mind
​
Should you free yourself from the paternal law
If your childhood was based
On a psychotic fatherly flaw
​
What if the rabbit hole of your beliefs
Were based on the perverse fatherly Chiefs
POETRY
In the imaginary Castle of madness
Exist beings, stuck in the cradles of sadness
​
Behavioural patterns
Based on non-humanitarian punishing actions
​
Punished by life
They have passed on the fright
​
People are afraid to talk to themselves at night
Because their madness is hiding in the dark, out of sight
​
The castles of madness are the conscious experiences of people who are running from inner pain
​
Every castle is built with a separate twist
Some twists are based on disaster
While others on wit
​
The personal prisons of humanly mind
Each castle based its existence on running away from deeply repressed time
​
When humans meet
It's the madhouses that speak
​
Smiles hide the graveyard of the mind
While speech reveals what is buried 6 feet underground
​
Supercharged with sexually charged parental emotions
Emotionally unavailable and basing their lives on sexually promiscuous notions
​
Delighted for a week
In hate for a month
Remembering how Dad was beating up Mom
​
And the same pattern comes up
You might be 40
But truly you are a middle aged child
Which is functioning on the compensatory fantasy which was invented when you were 5
​
And it worked for a long time
But now, you would like to stop time
Step out of the train and jump on a new ride
But how can you do it?
If the new ride is in the same mind
​
The ride is the one of the fantasmatic kind
You can call it divine
But truly, it is a language based hallucinatory trip Through the signifiers of time
Historically placed in the back of your mind
​
Burning with desire to be projected on to the outside world which is functioning within time
Castles of madness hold the secrets behind the walls of the mind
​
Hidden in basements, tortured and killed
They fly, when it is time to pretend in front of the owner's of other castles, existing in time
POETRY
Chaotic, psychotic, perverse or neurotic
Repressively tortured
Emotionally nurtured
Forgotten and once again vultured
​
Passive aggressive
Remotely delivering passion
Without integration
Psychotically structured
​
Hysterically nurtured
Divided by passion
Neither of two, can manage attention
​
Perverse breaker of rules
While she was attached
To leading the blind and believing in fools
​
The structure cannot be changed
You can understand it
But you will definitely stay fully deranged
​
Mechanical pain
Deliberately made
Paranoiac ideation or realistically framed
​
Mentally stable but boring
Is it clairvoyance?
Or just a projection of deeply repressed worries
​
How do you know?
While in your mind, you are alone
​
Just an appearance in time
Disappeared in the all encompassing mind
Enthusiastic desires based on unresolved inner fires
​
Once it's resolved
It becomes Samadhi
Without structural basis for fires
​
You had a life
Built on the reactionary fantasy which was in control of your mind
Then you realized, that the fantasy
Was the only thing that kept you attached to the world of a lie
​
Then the most beautiful part comes, You Die
​
And then you might start living a life
Which wasn't based on the inner disaster which was hiding inside
​
This whole time
An analyst was sitting in front of you
With the smile in his eyes
He devoured your being
His job was to watch you, while your fantasy died
​
Now you can go
With a choice of your own
To live, or to die
To enjoy, or to cry
​
After this realization, you cannot get back inside
Fantasy doesn't feel like home anymore
Earlier it felt like a blanket
Now, it's just a haunted house
​
In silence, an analyst allowed you, to philosophically die
He watched you burn, from inside
It's a new day now, sunrise was behind the death of your mind
You are attached to nothing
There is no big Other
In the end, nobody is getting out of this, alive
It's your choice, it's your life
POETRY
The unrepresentable Real
A disastrous feel
Within an identification with a non-lacking ideal
​
The unspeakable feeling after disaster
Is the Real in it's true action
The proof, that our identity is maladaptive
​
Every fiction hides a black hole underneath
The black hole, is the Real
If you slip you might fall into an unassimilable hole
It's hell there, you know
​
Your analyst has been there, in the dark hole of the soul
That is why he is here, watching you falling into it, alone
In the gaze, of another soul
After the fall, you might build something which is worthy of a new goal
​
Creatures of darkness
Stuck, within the walls of attachment
Whispering quietly into your ear
It's Time, you should go, nobody is waiting for you at home
And it is dark, within your soul
​
Smiles aren't real
They are hiding the Real
Symbolic construction and narcissistic appeal
Tortured beings hidden underneath the fantasmatic ideal
Extrapolating the Real
A masterpiece of being brave and concealed
​
It's a rainbow, you might feel
But what I see, is the Real
What's important, is hiding beneath the colourful mass appeal
Keep the illusory ideal for the Instagram reel
Put your cards on the table
Let's see the core, while interrogating the Real
​
Inconsistent and shattered
Decaying, biological matter
Underneath make-up and glitter
Shame, guilt and torture eaten by vulture's
​
Down below the causes are grown
Down below, within the depths of your soul
Within darkness, which you yourself, never thought, you have known