May The Devil Forbid

Yes, I'm the one beneath a shining dust
And certainly now I don't think in putting my guard down
I see better in the dark and in the dark is a wide open view
And I know where it came from, where I stand on and where I'm heading into

I heard the forgotten kneels down daily
And prayers to keep a soul to brag about and raise above
Fast with precision but inclined to shortcuts blowing on ears
And cherishes fruits that perishes a little bit more than eight years

I dodged bullets and pearls and pins
With all the strength and all the vim
For every line, every twist, every curve 
And may the devil forbid these overturns

Yes, I'm the one stucked in wreakage
And hells and heavens can't allign and allow me to alight
I remain judged, I remain forged but bubbling in resurrection
For long before these projections point me a path to go  

It's another common illusion that recoils
And let empathy folded like a blank gentle resource    
You can laugh and point every single gash in grey
But remember the opressed you once held one day

I dodged bullets and pearls and pins
Will all the strength and all the vim
For every twist, every curve and every line
And may the devil forbid these overtimes

You allow me and reproach me
And keeps me steady on your side and I secretly appreciate
Though I must say: I won't stay

Red Flag

I have my hands held on what I know
In a torturous hindsight, I find the start
I wish I knew where peace begins and ends
At all the times when all the wars portends

This is a surpassed moment of truth
A previously bypassed moment of light
This is a pure coup d'etat of freedom
An everlasting delayed self guide

This burden of wanting without craving
And see it all without expectation
Without a path or predestination
Relearning what a simple inclination means
Keeps me seaming all the torns in between
As my heart sight and raise the red flags

Now no redemption could possibly
Amend or repeal the force of a departure
And no path or blood running backwards
Could restart all this unwavering motion

This is a second chance to come clean
A wary warning to never across the line
This is the fall of the walls by the winds
A late reclaim for ground, air and light

Every lie turning into truth
Every belief that will never come through
Every overtime and overturn
Every brutal twist of every abiding yearn
And I march on

1989

Who says you need a god or a badge of honor?
Or any ointment to assuage your sudden rampage
It steals a whisper and sigh, you have a confession
That your cortisol injection won't allow you to keep

But girl, who carries the entire world in the eyes
And let it slide through the skin and burn inside?

It's the space of the weight yet disengaged
It's the age and the tip that you're yet to take
It's the whole way out there yet to be seen
It's the candor and fury that soon it'll wear thin
Something in eager eyes, in fickle weather
And you should love it, 'cause it won't love you forever

Who says you need to bring bags or allusions?
Or any aware ears to heat your unsure speech
Girl, you need to let go, you only have two hands
Understand this is something you don't want to be

But girl, you've always made the denial very clear
Try not to look away 'cause diving brought you here

Give a way to your working eager legs
Give a task to your strong and yearning bones
But don't figure out that you were here
Only when you'd be long gone

Join spark and wick 'cause it's another year
They can't say they're heading, they're gone
Expansive as the truth in behalf of who you are
And broad as the thirst for a will that raise bars