wilderness

chest burning
head squeezing
teeth pressured
born to suffer
made to undress
in the wilderness

wolves are howling on the hills
hounds are barking in the next block
doors throwed
announcing deep regret
cunts are dancing by the table
all served and made to feed
my cock

disturbing mockery of words
each soft hand steals a scale
hiding under blooded sheets
gracefully teasing the clown
now laid on the ground
laughing behind the shrouds
...
courage wants to laugh

american prayer

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet & are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
& that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives
The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying
We live, we die & death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts & cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus' groin got filled w/ green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept & only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/ the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
(When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
Where are the feasts
We were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)

by : jim morrison

river run

Flow
Flow into the forest of great pines
Oh river of unexpected gifts
Flow away from me
Fall into distant stones
Roar into far away lands
I expect no gift from ninphs
There's no water that would
Satisfy my sincere thirst
My desire is in this land
Deep inside
Where the future rests
Where my home lies
And never wakes again