XV||

XV|

WHAT I CARRY, I GET RID OF

WHAT I MENTION, I GET AWAY WITH

WHAT I LONG FOR IS LOST ON A CLASSROOM'S BOARD

AND WHAT I KNOW,

I KNOW,

IS NOT BOUND TO ANY FREEDOM THE PATRIARCHY CLAIMS I OWN

XV

DID I JUST END DID I END UP INHALING
MY LAST BREATH ON THE TIP OF YOUR INDEX
HERE'S MY WHOLE LIFE AS IT CEASES TO HAPPEN
LYING SMALL ON MY MURDERER'S FLESH

WERE YOU A COINCIDENCE OR MAYBE A FACT
WERE YOU AROUND MY FINGER A RING
UNWILLING REFUSING OR UNABLE TO SENSE
PAIN AFTER MY LIFE-ENDING STING

I HAVE GIVEN THE YOU
PENETRATED YOU WITH VENOM OF MINE
AND LIVED NO MORE TO WATCH
YOU SUFFER TWO MINUTES TIME

TWO MINUTES BUT YOU LIVED
BRED YOUR CHILDREN ON MY GRAVE
AS MY SOUL PARTED TO WHERE
RAIN IS THE DEVIL AND CLOUDS ARE THE SAINTS

BUT A GONE LITTLE MEMORY I WAS NOT
FLOWERS IN YOUR GARDEN ATTRACT THEM BEES
LIVING TO TELL YOU THEY'LL LOVE YOU AND DIE
BUT NEVER WILL YOU TASTE THE SWEET OF THEIR HONEY


HONEY

This is Julian. You were not after his sting, he was the one after releasing his venom onto your core, because when he dies, he'll reappear as another life form, and then he'll be bigger, much bigger, than you.

X|V

A PATCH OF A PEARL

THE DEEPEST DEPTH

MOTHER PLANET GAVE THEM BIRTH

BUT SHE NEVER HAD WHAT THEY DID

AND THAT IS WHY

THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH

AND THAT IS WHY

THE WORLD IS POLLUTED

SO I THANK YOUR THIN VOICE, WOMAN

AND IF YOU SCREAMED

I KNOW FROM WHERE YOU GATHERED THE STRENGTH

AND IF YOU CRIED

I KNOW FROM WHERE YOU GATHERED THE SALT

IT IS FROM YOUR OCEAN

HENCE MY EXISTENCE, A PRIVILEGE YOU HAD GIVEN ME

AND ALLOW ME TO THANK YOU

FOR SHARING YOUR SALT WITH ME

VAGINA

Juliet. She is a woman who will never give herself away to a man. You might think, how could she honor herself yet keep her soul hostage never to leave the realms of her own body, of her vagina. She is 35. She will remind you that it is to women like her that you are committed, that it is to women like her you are dependent. One thing you did not expect, that she is silently looking at your virility, your masculine self, and somehow finding power to be as brave, as she is now. Far from what makes her a woman, she made you, and would rather spend her life looking at what she accomplished.

X|||

SCARLET LETTERS, OR LETTERS FROM SCARLET, THAT WAS NEVER THE ISSUE. HE OWES THE PAPER A FEW WORDS, HE THINKS, AND THIS TIME HE WILL READ WHAT IS PROMINENTLY WRITTEN AHEAD OF HIM. BY ALL MEANS AND WHETHER IT IS ADMITTED BEFORE GOD OR NOT, SCARLET CAN BE A WOMAN JUST AS MUCH A WORD. HE WILL STRETCH HER EXISTENCE INTO THE PALM OF HIS HAND, AND SHE WILL TEACH HIM HOW TO REGRET IT –THE YEARS HE SPENT ON TRYING TO LOOK DESIRABLY VULNERABLE, THE YEARS HE SPENT ON FINDING THE RIGHT WORDS TO DESCRIBE THE TASTEFULNESS OF HER MÉNAGE, THE YEARS HE SPENT ON LIVING BETWEEN THE BORDERS (HER VAGINA, THAT IS).

HE HATES TO REMEMBER HOW LITERAL SHE WAS; SCARLET WAS THE TYPE OF WOMAN WHO WOULD SAY "I'M GOING TO BED" AFTER AN ARGUMENT, AND NEVER "I'M GOING TO SLEEP". SHE WAS THE MERE REPRESENTATION OF HOW WORDS COULD RAPE, COULD KILL, AND STANDING THERE HE WAS, A SEALED LETTER FROM HER IN HIS HANDS; BUT THIS TIME, NOT ONLY IS HE TO HEAR WHAT SHE WANTS TO SAY, BUT HE WILL ALAS CAPTURE IT AS WELL, AND HE KNOWS THESE WORDS WILL STAY IMPLANTED IN HIS MEMORY, AND HE KNOWS HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO EXPECT WHAT IS WRITTEN THEREIN. FROM SCARLET.

DID HE HATE HER FOR LETTING HERSELF ALWAYS FEEL THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING RIGHT? WAS HE NOT REQUIRED TO STAND UP AS A MAN, AS ALL THE MEN SHE HAD EFFORTLESSLY SEDUCED, ABUSED, CHEWED AND SPAT AND GIVE HER CHEEK A GLIMPSE OF THE TEMPERATURE HIS BODY WITNESSED AROUND HER PRESENCE? SCARLET IS GONE, SO IS THE UNRULINESS OF THIS HOUSE; HE COULD TELL, WHILE THE SILENCE IS HEARD, THAT THERE ARE RULES NOW, AND NOW THAT SHE IS NO MORE THAN INK ON PAPER, HE HAS TO ABIDE.

WHATEVER IT IS SHE HAS TO SAY, IT IS SCARLET, AND SOMEHOW, IT IS TRUTH. SHE DECIDED SHE WILL LEAVE HIM WITH A LETTER, NEVER A MEMORY OR A SONG. SHE DECIDED SHE WILL LEAVE AND SHE LEFT AND SHE WON, NOW ALL THAT IS LEFT IS A FEW WORDS HE KNOWS WILL SABOTAGE HIS LIFE, A FEW WORDS SHE KNEW EXACTLY HOW TO MAINTAIN AS SECRET, UNTIL NOW.

HE OPENS THE LETTER, HE UNFOLDS THE LETTER; SHE HAD WRITTEN WITH SCARLET INK, SCARLET, SHE HAD TWISTED HIS BIGGEST FEAR INTO WORDS, IN A LETTER, IT READS

"FRANKLY, MY DEAR,
IT IS I WHO DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN".

GONE WITH THE WIND

"If i have to lie, steal, cheat or kill, as God is my witness, i'll never be hungry again." Of course, metaphorically speaking.

X||

UP THERE WHERE THE MOUNTAINS CAN BREATHE
WHERE THE MEADOW IS THE SPACE BETWEEN
I, THE STAR AND HER, THE COMET,
WE STAND AFAR BECAUSE HELLO
IS NEVER AS BEAUTIFUL WHEN NEAR,
WE STAND AFAR BECAUSE WE ARE
MEASURED BY OCEANS AND NOT STREETS.
THE PROBLEM IS MY BEING
BEING THE GOD OF BOUNDARIES SHE CLAIMS I AM
THE PROBLEM IS HER PRESENCE
PRESENCE WITHIN THE ARMOR OF A MAN,
AND SHE THREATENS MY SENSE OF CHASTITY
AND SHE DECLINES MY WANTING FOR IMPRISONMENT
AND TAKES ME BACK THERE
WHERE
A MAN SINGS A SONG
OF LOVE, VENUS KNOWS
A MAN SINGS A SONG
OF MY DYING IN A MARRIAGE BED

HIEROS GAMOS

So i was at the beach when i wrote this, about a ghost that was not willing to let go of me as a caged bird. The ghost stopped appearing in the form of someone, or some framed character, and ever since, it's been living like a flee in my head, and i assume the act of framing him, setting him up as a controlled being would mean he would not be able to represent anything for me without his frame. I do this to set boundaries for ghosts although no ghost can be framed, so by the act of framing this entity i am giving myself the full allowance to rid myself off of him.

X|

FAR AWAY
IN SOME LOVELY WAY I HEAR YOU CALL
YOUR SOLDIERS MARCHING
ALL HARM WITHDRAWN
MY TRIBE LOOKS AT THE RAYS OF THE SUN
FOR THE SAVIOR FOR A GOD
WHY DO I LOOK AT THE HORIZON
FOR A MAN NO STRANGE AT ALL

FAR AWAY
IN SOME LOVELY WAY I HEAR YOU CALL
THE ROSES TAKE OFF THEIR UNDESERVING THORNS
THE WIND INTOXICATED IT BLOWS AND IT BLOWS
THE BIRDS THEY SING AND THEY SING AND THEY SING
THE DOGS THEY BARK AND THEY BARK AND THEY BARK
KINGS TAKE OFF THEIR MERITLESS CROWNS
I HAVE GONE REDEEMED FOR ALL I KNOW
I SAVED MY SOUL FOR YOU TO GROW

FAR AWAY
IN SOME LOVELY WAY I HEAR YOU CALL
MY TRIBE'S GONE WEARY WAITING FOR YOU TO APPEAR
I AM NO PROPHET FOR THEM TO BELIEVE
BUT I LISTEN, I LISTEN,
I HAVE LISTENED TO YOU FOR YEARS
YOUR WORDS OF HONEY DANCING FROM MY EARS
TO MY MIND TO WHERE MY VISION IS CLEAR
AND I SEE YOU, MASTER
THE BEAUTY OF YOU
UNDER THE RAYS OF LIGHT
THE BEAUTY OF YOU
OF YOUR SACRIFICE
HAND TO THE WEST, HAND TO THE EAST
THERE WAS BEAUTY IN FAILING TO BREATHE
UNTIL YOU LET ME KNOW
I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR SACRIFICE
NOT YOU

FAR AWAY
IN SOME LOVELY WAY I HEAR YOU SPEAK
I'M NOT COMING BACK, I'M NOT COMING BACK
AND THIS IS WHY YOU LOVE ME

AGNUS DEI

He would go to all these wonderful places to dream and he would find himself dreaming about a crucifix, the only reason as to why people nowadays fail to muse on religious tales is because the church wants you to believe in something without taking part in it. It was too personal, him and Jesus, it was too ethical. And he would go do unethical things in the church, but The Lord's face staring at him while celebrating sin would be worth the challenge. And so, something happened everytime, and he would always come back for more. Sin was a price he was willing to pay as long as he had God looking at him, taking him places without having to break the boundary, the unbearable cruelty of touching.

X

UNICORNS AND THOUGHTS
THOUGHTS ERECTED ON UNICORNS' HEADS
TO SEGREGATE CHILDREN FROM MEN

MEN THROWING STONES
AT MAGDALENES, AT UNICORNS
MEN WHO BELIEVE IN THREAT
WHO SEE WEAKNESS IN WEARING A DRESS
AND CHILDREN
CHILDREN
CHILDREN DREAMING OF HOME
WITH MAGDALENES AND UNICORNS
RUNNING WITHIN THE FIELDS OF GREEN
FROM PAIN AND PLEASURE THEY RUN THEY FLEE
FOR PAIN IS IN THEIR MINDS, NEVER OUTSIDE
PLEASURE IS IN THEIR HEADS, NEVER OUT THERE
ORBITING AROUND THEIR WORLD
WHERE MEN ARE NOT ALOUD
NOR WITH INTEREST TO GET IN
FOR NO WAR COULD FIT INTO A CHILD'S MIND
NO MAN COULD ENDURE THE LOSS OF HIS HAND
NO MAN COULD ENDURE THE WEIGHT OF TWO WINGS

THE BRIGHTEST OF THE PLANETS IS MARS
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO LOVE
TO LOVERS DRINKING POISON
TO LOVERS DYING FOR LOVE

UNICORNS AND THOUGHTS

Oliver. Trying to find identity in every book the church does not want you to read. No heresy, really. A choirboy is allowed to find inspiration outside the realm of the church. He can sing in church about The Lord and sing Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole outside of it. We humans love balance, although sometimes it happens seemingly, just because we do not feel like watching Sunday's Sermon.

|X

IT'S HER
IT'S HER
IT'S HER AND SHE IS WEARING WHITE
IT'S HER
IT'S HER
BUT SHE IS OUT OF SIGHT

MAYBE BECAUSE YOU LIVE
MAYBE BECAUSE SHE DIED
YOU FILLED YOUR HOUSE WITH WINDOWS
AND SAT WAITING INSIDE.
CANDLES IN THE BEDROOM
CANDLES SO MANY THEY SHINE
YOU RECALL HOW SHE LOVED WAX
BUT SHE WAS WAX MELTING IN YOUR MIND
AND MAYBE THAT IS WHY YOU LEFT HER
SHE WAS YOUR SUN SHE WAS BIGGER THAN YOUR SKY
AND YOU HAPPENED TO DECIDE
IT IS TIME FOR THE SUNSET

IT'S YOU
IT'S YOU
IT'S YOU AND YOU ARE WEARY AT NIGHT
YOUR GARDEN IS DARK YOU CAN NOT SEE HER VINE
YOU NO LONGER PLANT SHE WAS ALL YOUR FLOWERS' DELIGHT
YOUR NEW RELIGION IS A WINDOW
YOUR GOD IS HER KNOCKING TO GO INSIDE
BUT IT'S YOU
IT'S YOU
IT'S YOU WHO NEVER UNDERSTOOD DESIRE
YOU SAT IN YOUR CHAIR IN YOUR HOUSE YOU RETIRED
BUT SHE NEVER LIED SHE HAS BEEN HERE ALL THIS TIME
AS ONCE PROMISED WAITING OUTSIDE
A STAR
IT'S HER
A STAR
IT'S HER
A STAR YOU REFUSE TO MEET
LIVING IN LOVE AND FOR FEAR
OF FOLLOWING HER WUTHERING HEIGHTS

WINDOWS FOR HER

I've been living with her, or should i say, she's been living with me for quite a while now. She reminds me that one day i will grow old and when i get there, i better learn how to honour my past. She stood behind the windows of every man to remind men that romance was, is, and will always be unattainable if no feminine power was envolved in the memory. It's her, the woman that lives in your mind to help you remember how pure things once were, and how much of an acquired obligation it has been, to learn to eventually let her go.

V|||

BLENDING COLORS ON THE PALM OF MY HAND
BLENDING COLORS NOT TO PAINT,
TOO MUCH TIME WASTED ON PORTRAITS
OF FACES INSIDE MY HEAD
OF BODIES INVADING MY BED
OF SPIRITS NOT KNOWING THEY'RE DEAD.
BLENDING COLORS TO BECOME AN OBJECT,
A LIFELESS CORPSE USED TO DECORATE
A WORKER'S LIVING ROOM OR A TRAVELER'S SUITCASE
I INTEND NO GLORY I MAKE NOBODY'S FAIT
I AM JUST A REMINDER
THAT BEAUTY ONLY MATTERS WHEN DISPLAYED

BLENDING COLORS ON MY CHEEKS ON MY FACE,
I WEAR PEOPLE I BECOME THEM
I AM A SOLDIER SEEKING DIRT
TO REMEMBER HOW I WILL END,
I AM A STUDENT MY EYELIDS ARE PINK
TO PREVENT WARS I WILL NOT COMPREHEND,
I AM A WOMAN PAINTING ROUGE
THE ONLY COLOR MY HUSBAND WILL LET.

A THOUSAND FACES NOT ONE HAND
NOT ONE PEN WILLING TO WRITE AND TELL,
BUT WE WEAR STORIES BECAUSE
THE SUN NEVER SETS ON THEM,
WE PAINT OUR SKIN BECAUSE
WE CAN NOT SEE THE COLORS WITHIN
BUT CHEERING FOR BEAUTY MAKES A NOISE
THAT ALL APPEARANCE OF HER WILL PREVENT

MAGIC GONE UNNOTICED

"The females are larger... and less colourful" inspired me to write this piece. We as human beings were taught how to visualize colours, and reflect them upon our own selves, yellow represents a colour, so does blue, and this girl right here, kept finding herself in numerous colours until her mind became a palette for painting. She could be any colour, really, and this is why she has lost track on which colour is her identity, which colour is her. So she became larger, she became less colourful.

V||

MEN CRAVING FOR CHOCOLATE AND THE REST OF ACQUIRED NEEDS, THEY MUSE ON ROMANCE AND REFLECT ON STORIES SO BOUNDLESS, SO DESERVING OF APPROVAL AND PRAISE; MEN WHO WOULD NEVER SHED A TEAR BUT FOR THEIR MOTHERS, THEY SPEAK OF THEIR CHILDHOOD BUT NEVER OF THEIR MOTHERS' BREASTS, MEN UNFOLDING MYSTERIES, MEN CRYING FOR HAVING UNFOLDED THEIR MYSTERIES, MEN SO ALONE, MEN REPULSIVELY AVAILABLE ON THE NEWS, NEVER FOR A WIFE OR A FRIEND, MEN, REFUSING TO DISCUSS WHAT CLOUDS FOUNTAINS STARS AND MOUNTAINS MUST MEAN TO THEM.

WOMEN DANCING IN GRAVEYARDS, FINDING CREATIVE WAYS TO SPEAK OF DEATH ON TRAINS, MASTURBATION IN CATHEDRALS, LOVE IN ALASKA, WOMEN FORGETTING THAT YOU CAN FUCKING FREEZE TO DEATH IN ALASKA, YOU CAN NOT LOVE IN ALASKA; WOMEN WHO CHOOSE TO SPEAK POETRY TO THEIR LOVERS WHEN WATCHING THE SUNSET, WOMEN MISSING OUT ON THE SUNSET, THROWING MOMENTS THEY SHOULD HAVE POSSESSED, WOMEN, ALWAYS PUTTING SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE FIRST, ANGELS ABANDONING HEAVEN TO WARM AN UNEXISTING NEST, WOMEN SINGING 'HMM' WOMEN SINGING 'YES'.

BOYS RUNNING ALL TOWARDS THE SAME STREET, CALCULATING DAILY SUMMER LIFE LIKE KINGS, BOYS HAVING TO CHOOSE, HATING TO CHOOSE BETWEEN SINGING WITH THE CHOIR OR THROWING THINGS AT PEOPLE OR HOUSES OR DREAMS; BOYS MOCKING DESPAIR, ANY GIVEN ATTEMPT OF EXPRESSING SORROW OR DEFEAT, BOYS DISTANT FROM THEIR MOTHERS AND ANY REMINDER OF HAVING TO CHOOSE WHICH LIFE TO LEAD, BOYS BELONGING TO THE EARTH, NEVER TO YOU OR ME; BOYS THAT FLIRT, BOYS WE LOVE FOR BELIEVING THEY CAN CONQUER AN ORGASMICLESS WORLD.

GIRLS THAT THINK OF HORSES BUT NEVER A PRINCE, GIRLS THAT THINK OF CASTLES BUT NEVER OF LOVE THEREIN, WALKING ON THE TIP OF THEIR TOES LIKE BALLERINAS LIKE DEITIES LIKE MAIDS IN THE WOODS, GIRLS WANTING TO BE PLEASED WANTING TO BE QUEENS, GIRLS THAT GROW EXPECTING LIFE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THEIR CHEEKS, THEIR HAIR LOCKS A MAP FOR THEIR FATHERS TO READ; GIRLS THAT LEARN TO DREAM UNTIL IT HURTS, GIRLS THAT LEAD THE LIFE OF PROSTITUTION, THE ONLY DREAM LEFT IN AN ORGASMICLESS WORLD.

WHO ARE YOU, BEIRUT?
I CAN'T SEE BEIRUT.

ORGASMICLESS WORLD

It was hard to decipher whether it's a he or a she. There is anger here and anger has always been connected to male energy. But then you remember that in an orgasmicless world women with male energy impress you far more with their sharpness and penetrating presence than men. And you start living in an orgasmicless world once you condemn yourself to finding fire in women and water in men. This piece is a she, this piece is a robot, this piece is Maria from Metropolis.

V|

WE WENT SEARCHING FOR HERMES ON MOUNTAINS CRAVING FOR GIRLS' LEGS
WHAT WE FOUND WAS WOODEN BAIT FOR FIRE NOT ONE BRANCH WITH NESTS
OUR GENES UNDESIRED OUR MOTHERS NEVER MADE LOVE ON TIME
SO SAVIOUR CAME NOT WHEN WAITING WE STOOD FACING THE SUNSET

LET'S THINK LIKE KINGS IF NO KING IS READY TO BE CROWNED I SAID
HERMES HAD BOUNDARIES AND BOUNDARIES ARE A PRINCE'S BEST FRIEND
OUR THOUGHTS DIMINISHED SEGREGATION NEVER HAPPENS UNDER LIGHT
SO WE'LL WEAR THE HORIZON SUCKLE COLOURS FROM THE SUN'S BREASTS

WE WENT SEARCHING FOR HERMES WITH ARROWS KIND TO HUMAN FLESH
WE THOUGHT WE WOULD RETURN TO LOVERS WITH GOOD STORIES TO TELL
BUT WE NEVER LEARNED THAT SHARING A TALE IS NO LESS THAN A CRIME
HERMES WOULD COME AND LEAVE BUT NEVER STAY AT NIGHT FOR BED

WE CAME IN PEACE TO DECLARE WAR ON THE PAST WE CAN NOT SHED
SWORN EVERLASTING SURVIVAL UNDER THE BLUE WE SEEMINGLY HELD
BEFRIENDED NOCTURNAL BEINGS AND WENT BACK TO THE CITY SUBLIME
AND THE LACK OF LOVE REMINDS US THAT HERMES SANG MELODIES IN HELL

Hermes was the patron of boundaries in ancient Greece, he was also the god of thieves, of literature and of sports. I'd be surprised with how much of a balanced mind, body and soul he must have and yet, this grandiosity of activities he was responsible for made me unsure of where does he really stand and what is his definition of each. Hermes could write poems and play sports at the same time, but which field was the closest to him? No one could ever know, and so, we learn to understand why he was the patron of boundaries after all.

V

STEPPING ON MY SAND
SHE SLUMBERS BECAUSE SHE KNOWS
I'LL THINK OF CHILDREN SO PURE
WHEN WATCHING HER SLEEP.
HER EYES THE COLOR OF WAVES
CRASHING ONTO SHORE
HER PUPILS GENTLY EXPAND,
SHE'S DREAMING

I HAVE BEEN HERE
WATCHING HER THINK
I MUST BE PART OF A PLAN
CONDUCTED BY HER
TO RESCUE A WORLD
SHE CLAIMS GATHERED AT HER FEET,
SHE'S DREAMING

GOLD, MYRRH AND FRANKINCENSE
WE LIVE TO LEARN WHAT TO GIVE
SO TELL ME WHERE WOULD I STAND
IF SHE WANTS ME TO CARRY THE THREE
WHISPER FIRE AND WATER AND WIND
DISCOVER WHERE AND WHEN IS SHE
WHEN SHE IS DREAMING

ALONE
ALLOWING ME TO WATCH HER ASLEEP
THAT IS HOW I GOT TO BE KING
AND PART OF
HER DREAMING
THEY SAY SHE'S GONE MAD
AND THE WORLD GOT RID OF WE
I MUST BE HERE INSIDE HER DREAMING
I MUST SEE WHAT SHE HAS BEEN DREAMING
SHE'S DREAMING
BUT I
I CAN'T KEEP TURNING MY BACK
ON THE HORIZON
I CAN'T KEEP TURNING MY BACK
ON THE HORIZON
I CAN'T KEEP TURNING MY BACK
ON THE HORIZON

THE DREAMING HURTS

Some time will pass before the key will melt. It can't not melt. It won't not melt, and he will reincarnate elsewhere and live in another mind. And it will be as beautiful. And it will be 1982 all over again.

|V

WHERE IN THE WORLD
WOULD A ROSE FIT
CLIMB INTO HIGHNESS
CLIMB INTO ROYALTY
WHERE IN THE WORLD
WOULD A ROSE WIN

WITH WHICH COMMON SENSE
A ROSE COULD SUBSTITUTE
A DRUG A DRINK
A STRANGER'S BED
WHAT CAN I DO WITH A ROSE
IF NOT ONLY LOOK AND SMELL

HOW WOULD ONE CONVINCE
A MAN OF BULLETS AND WRATH
THAT PEACE YIELDS FOR A ROSE
AND THE WIND OF HATRED WOULD NEVER BLOW
IF HUMANS LEARNED THE LANGUAGE OF THE PAST
HOW WOULD A HUMAN UNDERSTAND
ROSES LIVE ON WATER AND SUN
SOLDIERS LIVE ON ALCOHOL ON BLOOD

SO WHERE IN THE WORLD
WOULD A ROSE FIT
IF SHE IS MORE HUMAN
THAN OUR SAVIORS COMBINED
BUT OH THE MYSTERY NO MAN COULD SOLVE
WHAT WOULD HE EVER DO WITH A ROSE

RISE ROSE RISEN

"Go into the garden, go under the ivy, under the leaves, away from the party, go right to the rose, go right to the white rose", you'll meet her.

|||

I CAN BE KIND
YES, I CAN BE KIND
HOLD UMBRELLAS FOR ALL THE WORLD
AND SELL MY BODY AS WELL

I CAN BE RICH
YES, I CAN BE RICH
COVER MY CONSTELLATIONS WITH MY CLEAN DIME
AND BE TRIVIAL AS WELL

I CAN BE PRETTY
AND I CAN BE THE PRETTIEST
TURN ALL HEADS WITH AN EYELASH
AND BE TEDIOUS AS WELL

I CAN BE PRESIDENT
MAKE MY PEOPLE BOW TO MY SMELL
YES, I CAN HAVE A PRESIDENTAL SMELL
AND BE A MURDERER AS WELL

I CAN BE A NURSE
OH I CAN BE LIFE IN WHITE
CARESS ALL GENERATIONS' HEADS
AND BURY MY HUSBAND AS WELL

AND GRAND I CAN BE
CAN DRAW TEARS AND GATHER HANDS
SLIDE ON CARPETS OF KNOWLEDGE AND ZEN
AND BE DEPENDENT AS WELL

VEGETARIAN WHY NOT BE
FIGHT FOR ALL BARKS AND MEOWS
COMMAND MY LIFE TO OLIVES AND BREAD
AND WHIP HUMAN FLESH AS WELL

AND GOD I CAN DEFINITELY BE
THROW COMMANDMENTS WITH EACH BREATH
RESONATE WITH JUSTICE AND STRENGTH
AND BE CARELESS AS WELL

OR ELSE,I CAN ONLY BE
WALK ON THE BEHALF OF MY CAPACITY
MERELY GRIEF IT BY CHANCE
BUT LAST,
DISCOVER THE MUCH OF MY STRENGTH
OF MY CAPACITY AS A MAN
AND THINK COMPARED TO IT

ROLEPLAY

He lives in books and holds onto them because people in books can be reachable in a far more pleasing and satisfying way than people supposedly real supposedly outside of books. He writes letters to strangers and hopes that they don't respond, for if they do, he's gonna have to carry answers as to why these elegies were dedicated and not other ones. Issues with reality, issues with desiring bodies. He could kiss you until your lips bleed, but he would not take his clothes off. Why? for he was a child, for he was under protection, against growing i suppose.