If I could do anything
I would be controlling clocks
And go right back to that mouldy box
With the broken locks
And the electrics off
Those days when I would sold me socks for cake and drops
Whist cooking rocks
***** this K detox
I feel like a baby fox
Thats I been ***** by all 3 bears and goldilocks
But day by day with my tool box and theese building blocks
I'll build my very own fort knox
Il see the light shine when I stike the  fire from my matchbox
Listening to my old jukebox

The soul the tortured inward soul
Screams for mercy
The pain to deep
I cut hoping pain will go away
I cry inwardly for The tears wont come outwardly
My past runs through my mind
Day in day out
Haaaa
When will my soul be at peace
When will it heal
Crack by crack my heart breaks
The joy i once had now turns into a maskarade
Cut after cut
Tear after tear
Sleepless night after sleepless night
The screamin soul is begging for mercy
The begging soul is cryin for freedom
The pain is to deep
It is too sad
Wish i could change the past
Hoping i can change my future
Hoping it will go away
Night after night
Tear after tear
Rip after rip
My soul goes through the worst
Death is there everyday
Waiting for permission to stike
Take me now
Don't let my soul suffer anymore

we revolve around each other
wait for a stike
or a kiss

either way we are always
on edge
waiting for the others
touch

either  way
we are both dangerous creatures
controlling the light and the darkness of the world

and can never be
truly together
except for once
every half year

for only a second
before we
return to our
proper place

With A Tension Limb

mix tongue you met
a heroic vent...
set a swing with a smile
run that extra mile
the storm of the wild
get back Cadillac
strong in position
trying stike nor missing
flow from the ordinary rap..

tapestry
come and sit next to me
situation make believe
over a brand new leaf

carry on with the natures belt
shadow in the want for more
balance for the power yawn
in the dark arrived at once

Earth Is Own
cement like glue
eat a grinder still
take that one last pill

As the rain falls down around
It creates an orchestra of sound
The rain starts off
Like a flute so soft
Then slowly turns into a forte
Each drop sounding a different way
Then the rest of the wind
Begin to come in
And absorb all the sounds of the day
Soon the percussion starts to play
With every light stike that comes
Signals the banging of the drums
The symphony continues through out the night
Until the first sign of morning light
That's when the curtains come to a close
The reason why, nobody knows
A puddle is the only clue left behind
Of a symphony that seems impossible to find

With you
I built a wall of memories  and broke it down with tears
With you
I held my fist behind my back so that you can't stike me again
With you
I wanted happines but instead i felt the sorrow
With you
I never felt in love but I was forced to love you

Time will set you free . free to live for the hour will come when you will be no more. Free your pain frm the hurt they cause. I promise i will save you from foolish people.let me rule over you my child for your heart is pure not evil like your sister.free yourself from this world. come home. Come to me and i will stike the hands of your oppressor again the time is near be the one will say i must rule. On my mothers throne and despite the foolish ones tht will try **** you say to them have you learned nothing despicable child there heart is evil they come for u in all forms so come to me and set ur self free.

I'm preachin' peace and harmony
The blessings of tranquility
But I know when the time is right to stike

Saul Bellow says the pictures stop
Cornel West: you drop the mic

I wait for something that never comes:
The misty rain I love
Portland, Oregon I like

Rode all over Stockholm
All three of my boys on a bike

                  Dylan in DC
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before the marketing of men
our country brought draft of us
what our army is, one day and one knight
the thoughts of being denied, entry
being born, entry and infantry, i enlist
given the educatoin i don't switch
i educate and measure
deliver and dedicate
the audio of penmanships
for the slave and soldiers of the bible
are the  lessoning of the staff
and called upon in the nights
i relinquished my life
breathing quite to stike a chord
in the minds of one at a time
i got the idea along the time i was crowned
soldier
kevin, this is your number
your gonna die a burnt soldier on the front lines
here is your tank and that's the only choice i understand
we came from europe to land away from the war
and it only ebbs and flows until you can quite that voice of ours
learn the war kevin, i will pass away before your very eyes