never hug a thug while he's looting
never hug a thug while he's shooting
or you'll have glass in your head
and a face full of hot lead
only hug a thug when he's counting his booty
Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!
Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!
I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis.
Whirl, twist, sway and spin under wonderful hypnosis.
Dance! Just dance, it needs no basics!
Hey! Go with the beat. Dance to the tune of your heartbeat.
Don’t stop, keep stomping your feet.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
Yes! You are a blend of perfection.
I know dancing is an addiction,
Unbound soul’s reflection.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
To hell with the stares!
Come on come on who cares!
Dance to the music of spheres!!
17/03/2019
The poison has been applied again,
the blade has cut deep,
Each branch is gnarled;
my leaves are few,
my thorns grow large,
my flowers small,
So what if I am the weed?
The uncultured peasant,
the bastard flower.
Do you blame me for
Cursing at the rose, or
Whining about the Iris,
Shadowing above the pansy?
Should I not push my roots deep?
Show my face to the sun ?
Am I not of god too?
Yet the gardeners hand holds
no compassion, his eyes give no love,
His speeches of plucking
And cultivating is not
for inspiring the culled.
So piss on the gardener!
I‘ll Shove my roots deeper,
and pray for more thorns.
Music roves forgotten recess.
Spectrum of colors lack comprehension.
Objects of undeciphered importance appear.
Landscapes with familiar distortions,
Capture dialogue of competing personas.
The decayed buildings of my past,
Meet the repainted canvases of the future.
We row the lake of dreams in ignorance,
Lost in erratic, impulsive winds.
Hurricanes look tame in comparison.
Sometimes I find delight,
Loving many,
Finding impossible pleasures,
Discovering new insights,
Solving complex problems.
I have conversed with deceased relatives,
Witnessed black horrors,
Screamed in unsolicited howls,
Awoke in unhealthy shivers,
Breached chaotic doors.
Murderer
Victim
Seducer
Hero
Moralist
Criminal
Who directs the movies of my mind?
I am an actor without knowledge of the script!
Hell is riotous at birth
But it cools as you learn and live.
Heaven has no birth, no entrance,
Or clear advertisement.
Heaven has only you floating slightly below love
So that you may gaze and gaze and gaze with a burning heart.
In your fear you pace back, back-and-forth.
From mind to no-mind,
From riot to release.