Like butterfly-tattoos symbolize the souls of the deceased on the face of Dulong women Our sacred soul - flying in the sky and rooted in the soil - is the seed of essence within Like salmon must swim thousands of miles to return to the stream of their birthplace Our earthly presence is a reckless riverdance to reach the spirit of spring barefoot and barehearted
My deep sorrow was quick always to feed my soul watered with tears I grew the wings of love to fly and find a land to live and die O may I weep a healing well for all the brave who try and dare
LOVE only love beyond and above Come heal my soul making it whole Lend me a nest in peace where I rest ................LIGHT only light ................Lightening-white ................like Moon holy kite ................Mightily bright ................beauty of God ................Caress my heart ........................ LIFE only life ........................ Hand without knife ........................ wind without storm ........................ wound without sore ........................ Snow-angel: sole ........................ longing to soar LOVE gentle dove beyond and above fly very high up to the sky don't ever die fly only FLY
Earth Creatures cursed at birth & spat on a dump-hill of bloody Nil where in the Space of sheer madness Eagles of Death reveal the corpse of a long-lost Truth Words are fucking futile
look at your dummy faces in mocking shards of haunted mirror brain-dead vampires stuffed with blood-sucking dentures fen-fire behind the drape of dark grim lull amidst grisly terror babydreams, alas, abruptly killed at the funfair of stenchy past and spoiled presence earsplitting noise of bane knocks on unguarded doors in your disneyland panopticon shall the Brave rise again? hold your breath for the last roar
Moon-love. Lone loon, rest in my nest tonight. Don't weep! Why cry? Time will rewind the tie.
In darkness the slightest light seems like herald of God
Truth is a hobo Unkempt poorly dressed shabby A fashion disaster Truth is despised like stray dogs in a dump waiting for adoption in vain
LOVE is not a mere word but the Sanctuary of TRUTH → FREEDOM → KNOWLEDGE → in soulful SOLIDARITY with the SPIRIT-Self. Animals. Asylum to the heart. Nothing is superfluous, suspicious, superficial, everything is hard evidence. NO "GodblessU", NO "Love&Light", but fighting, running, killing, loving, dying bravely when time is up. Breathing "The All That Is" with raw innocence, merciless purity. Being truthFULL, not peaceFOOL beings, lacking foul play. Gypsies have no world for "beautiful". Why? Because Beauty simply IS. When we don't name things, they can exist as they are: wild yet timid, rough without malicious madness, soul-rotting lies, polluting correctness. We let them BE - they set us FREE. Light without real knowledge is like a bleak winter day: bright only because of the snow but it lacks the sunshine, the flame of power. "Love & Light" is only a slogan, but no matter how often are repeated, these words remain dead letters coming from the dark soul of self-righteousness.
-Though summers come and winters go we remain the same - ...................-Though winters come ....................and summers go ....................we are here to stay - ........................................-Through summer's sun .........................................and winter's moon .........................................across the sky we sail -