Bull's Eye

There we go,
ready for supper
to feed our sensuality
with lifeless pictures
Kodak paper,
golden lux edition
digitalization, no life.

The Lords think we like the colours.
they twist and turn in every nugget
that we're fed on, a blaze of light
a camera, a playhouse of the ill-minded

Our Lords are kind and supremely just
they venture on our lives as a thief struggles
on a heist, and lurk at the end of the hallway
waiting for us to get the job done.

"I'm not insane, I'm interested in freedom"
bad choice of words carved in their hearts and
the photo looses its radiance in a heart beat
in solitude you find nothing but your helpless self

I saw the Lord's blond coloured face and smiled
she had blue eyes and orange lips
her breath reminded me of the morning moisture
and nothing seemed more important

There we went
ready for supper
the Lords feed our sensuality
with lifeless pictures
that hide our children's faces in the sun
in our digitalized life.

Good call,
we're finaly happy
Bull's eye
we're finaly happy

Iron Steed

Leather and steel
and an iron steed
vibe of the ride
rushing to hide

Let the wheels spin, babe
Engine starts n' leavin' home
Let the wheels turn, honey
Get your ass up here and flame on

Truthful insight vision
as the thunder winds roar
sound of rushing metal
on the hot road again

Let the wheels spin, baby
Let the cycles turn, honey
Engine starts, we're on leather straps
Get your ass on board and flame on

Leather and steel
and the wind on my hair
freedom sounds just as fair
living on an iron steed

BS#1

Repetition
again
cunt, cock,
no brain or logic
gentiles, semen, sperm
the organon of orgasm

A Therion, massacre
but imbued with pleasure
defeat and losses
decadency
odor of death,
hatred
desperation
void
vacant soul

Subway, train lines
pigeons, pedestrians
cars and trucks
live in the city
a" five to one"

BS#2

Angels and demons
heroic figures of a forgotten time
or faces of an unknown god?

Poetry, a muse
amuse and music
normal (?) children
raised with love
or perhaps not (?)
distaste for the common
respect and celebration for the unusual

Revolution
an incantation
concerning a previous life-cycle

a slowly fading and forgotten era
that still casts a shadow
on our time...

Women's Worth

She always gets what she wants
It's always your loss not hers

Women...

A stray shot but still bull's eye!


"We take no prisoners"

A new tidal wave
swept over the coasts
of this rich and radiant land
a new emotion

a sensation of mixed and
fast evolving breakouts
limitations seize to amaze
and all the cunts in the world
at the grasp of my palm

When they are touched
they feel cursed
cursed to believe that they are loved
but in the deepest core of truth
they were created to be fucked and used

Even so...

What kind of an imbecile would trust
a creature that bleeds for 5 days
and doesn't die?

"Hahaha"

The Future

I've seen the future
whilst looking on a mirror
through my very own eyes

The friends I now may have
they'll be lost in time's spree
for in solitude, I'll always find happiness.

Might that solitude be
in the arms of a woman
or through a stimulating working experience
or even while drowning in a whiskey jar and drugs
in solitude I will always feel happy and free

Free from all you leeches...

Sexual Celebration

All these people
in every sexual celebration
still I stand alone
one woman at a time
one holds the gun
many pull the trigger

oh lord
oh lord

you and your funny little creatures
never have enough of it
either prayer or cock
could guess it sounds and tastes the same
one holds the gun
many pull the trigger...