To The Nights - Salud

The rise of a black smoke
Like a wicked witch with glowing eyes
And casts a spell
On the men in the ground
The suffocation makes the situation grim and the room sultry

And a burning smell and bursting of small seeds from the heat of the fire
A thirsty throat wanting no water and enjoying a rare punishment
And the master tuning the guitar, his head down and eyes watery out of smoke in a closed room
A blend of red and yellow light flowing out of a Che' lamp
And the sharp sound of a slider on the base end of the 1st string charring the nerves
The poison reaches the alveoli and passes on to the blue blood
And it feels like the entire inside is surrendering to the clutches of a black widow spider

Bland Food

Black sky

White Moon

It cant stop smiling

It covers its face

Hides its grace

And draws a pillow of dark clouds

And makes a serious face

I walk on a footpath looking up

I am crossing a bridge

My eyes soothed by moonlight

I'm singing a song

Dont remember which one

But the tune is the one I like

Its an urban winter night

I feel the chill

I dont know if its the Siberian wind

That reaches till this red dressed city

My hands in pockets pretty cold

And I shiver but it feels good

Dawn kisses the east

Sucks the dew from its lips

Unfolds it collection of Gold

And cuts the fog in two

And I'm trudging towards dust.

Can you leave me alone for somtime please.

Its sad.

Last Rites

Pale body, slowly grounded
A lump of innocence before me
For the girl,the last rites performed
The mother retreats, she cant see

The corpse put on a rail,
The last cries deafen me
Uplifted,The clank of the metal grill
The howl of fire, a caller of death, rising

Slowly, her body lowered
A white dress changes colors
From white to red, then blinding gold

Groaning cries, a feel of nausea
Ashes cooled holy

I Am Sorry

There is a dark black past that I have
I name it child criminal
I was brutal and I murdered a kid
And buried in a place unknown.

There is a dark bloody past that we have
We call them child criminals
We have stained hands from blood of kids
Whom you cant find no more.

They cried inside and begged mercy
To be free but we took no pity
We had our own fuckin’ selfish dreams
Enough to start a killing spree.

There are dead, pale-faced kids in us
With dark grey dry thin lips
I can see a tinge of smile that they have
Waiting for us to be killed

Who'll kill us is the fear we have
Coz we are a mighty big race
If you stand before a true mirror
You’ll see your slayer's face.

We are dead men looking at the sky
As we rest on the ground in silence
A grey kid slowly walks over us
As he throws on us some clay.

Mind Strain

Saturday night singin' the blues tonight
Its a rich posh pub
Southern Kol
Street the way it is the place to sway
And with your girl in arms
Heavy dose

Kol Kut

Cap Tull

Brit Age

Now Not.

Marxist lanes left ahead 'f the u turn
Free sex right in the back seat of the new car

Eastern
No car
Prosper
Banned word

Painted walls within the city in war
And dead faced people
All around
Street 's the way of dirty filthy gays
And big bombs planted
Heavy blow.

Comrade

Mind fade

Big Bridge

Big breast.

Common boy walking the path one night
With his girl by side
Lover duo
Pray to God that their world be small
Devoid of heart choke
Painful fall

The Beatles Were Yesterday

Oneday, I'll wake up and run away
From the steel and bricks of the world
From the grey, and smoky dusty gloomy ways
Oh I will rise and run away


One fine day, I will wake up in lush greenery
And I'd be pleased oh wont I be
And I'll be bathed in golden yellow warm sun rays
Oh I will walk in the dew soaked clay

Muddy lanes, in my childhood I would go there and play
Oh I so loved to play with friends
Funny pranks, with them I would love to play
And I remember some funny games.

And once truly, I swear I'll fall in love one day
And get on a boat "ahoy" set sail
In blue waters, with my love for the long, long day
Oh I will love her for one day

And now today, I try to be somewhat happy
But I try and still cant be merry
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Oh I believe in yesterday.

The last lines are taken from

the song Yesterday by the Beatles.

Money-Sex Reality and No return

I slowly faded out as I stood by a river

With heads flooding in like waves downstream

Sweet sweet perfumes like berries they smell

And pockets full of paper, they were green

Huey, Dewey, Louie were my friends

Huey, Dewey, Louie were my friends

Scooby Dooby Doo are lost days

Gold morn insane.

I slowly faded out into the garden of Eden

When eyes deep blue made me sleep

Sweet fruits red painted were hanging from trees

Love juices dripped from my soaked lips

Huey, Dewey, Louie came not again

Huey, Dewey, Louie and me are still friends

Scooby Doobey Doo bygone days

Gold morn insane.