here, then, now, forever

i have read your suicide note.
i am not mistaken it is yours.

so die alone.
leave it all behind.

don't fret your death.
hereafter is never painful.

as for me it will never end here.
i cherish my immortality.

in words, of course.

- Yoji Espada the beloved son of Hate

these days we march

the uncalled epiphany of the restless and the numb
displays its rejoice in such rabid moments.
a remembrance of how volatile the air we breathe in.
the portrait in our memories of life, the way we want.

it is useless my friend, to arm yourself in brink of peace.
but nevertheless the tragedy keeps repeating.
i used to walk my twenty minutes in a field of gold
but these days we march to the morgue faster than we walk.

i know the world is a dirty place, filled with love and happiness for the rich.
but in times like these, we keep calling out for the beauty in our existence.
you could have had that life you wanted, if not for the things you see.
you could have lived like the general's wife and be who you could have been.

i am asleep when the words were revealed.
the birch tree branches were the only witnesses.
these songs are the only truth that we could have.
my singers are beings from the skies we call home.

- terra the legionnaire

serenade 2.0

the sleep that does not depend, then day was not that it was spent.
so night then was the day of sleep, despite the hustle of the street.
i asked you once that you feel fine, and said yes because you were mine.
so we slept and dance the whole night through, and paint the colours of pink and blue.

until the fire in our hearts just fade, i woke up to find the open gate.
i was told that my love was fine, and not just that she was mine.
alas she left me by the bed, she left me nothing but what she said.
our dance was more than once, but i guess it was something she does not want.

and i asked myself do i feel fine, and not just that she was mine.
this music that our dreams had spun, so finally it fades out in the sun.

- munando the electric disbeliever

beautiful murder

face it.
whenever you feel like killing it.
it doesnt change anything. it burns you clean.
allow it to infatuate and love your sins. that you deny. that you deny.
oh holy men. oh sinful ones. may the beloved sky set you free.
abolish your guilt by means of blood that flows freely in a river bed.
enough said. enough said. i know the secrets of your happiness.
he was the first and last to know, the beautiful lie that you conspire.
let it be scorched in the flame of fire. release the cure for your agony. you have done enough for yourself today.

~asante the sky warrior