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

July 23

Maybe now I should run
My instinct is the one I can count on
To walk away for good

Not scared to begin again
Accepting the rain is hard to maintain
If that was the truth

You opened and gone without a single sigh
Never regretted or thought you should stay and fight
So certained you were stucked and I'd never catch up
But the truth is and it will always be
You didn't deserve me in last july 23

I opened my mouth
And the cold now washes me inside out
I do a silent pray

I look to the ground
I tell myself alright, but I can't say it loud
No, it's not okay

You forgot your garden was where
You've build my fate and home
Never really cared if that was close
To that vulcano in yellowstone
But you had to tore the page in calender place
And all things we've been through
I can't afford being only 22

Bloom

I'd trust my peace to my hands
So it means I'm no longer terrified
An ultimate territory at last, at least
Too late to wait the sun in that mist

I might follow my fate back
So soon enough I'll know that I'm home
The wind blows slowly "it's time to go"
And I want to go

Now I know all my quiet and spring
And the yearning for a solid soft wind
I've been concealed and lineate
Waiting for the spirit come through
And time and strength to bloom

I see the dream and the nightmare
In either way my eyes are closed
So much energy to mend hopes
So much my wish won't hide away
And it can't fly away

If I give in to my severity
Will this centralize me until I'm one?
In self and outer submission
Enough omission to be ready and done

Oh dear force of nature
Even though I'd be it, I'd still envy it
Judged new, but stale whole

Now that there's quiet in harvesting time
And the yearning for parsley, sage and thyme
I've been conflicting, ingrown and secret
Waiting for the eager to burst in consume
And fight and fate to finally bloom

Follow

Pieces glued back together, restored guts
and you've found an easier way
And for you I'm the last of my solicitudes
Sometimes I'm crazy and drunk on apathy
And slow enough to not convince you

Your linearity is two years lost
It stands on my hand and I shake it off

I try to give you what you wish
Drink from my overfall, draw 'ok' from my lips
This is the fierce dead end of scarcity
And you don't know, you just follow

Acid plastic to repair an army, sewed words
and this is how tongues suffocates
But for you I'm just crudely unable to perceive
Now I'm the trashy debt untimely charged
Though the one in the haste pledge was me

You welcome their lies and think they're fair
as long as they'll give your truths a breath of air

And there's no such thing as had foreseen
Your numb footprint on a virgin ground
Leaving town to write a name in fiend lines
Oh what a beautiful mistake to impel
When you've put yourself in the firing line
Repeat it until it canonize

No, you haven't lost your worried mind
You cannot lose what's not your own
No, you haven't lost their lovely gaze
You cannot lose what's not your own
No, you haven't lost your way with words
You cannot lose what's not your own

Vixen

You light up black white candles
And you lie about randoms and alibis
You eat apples and daisies seeds
And you're anything between hell and sky

Empty psalms and benzodiazepines
It's another day like it always has been

You thought you were summer
You thought you were cocaine
You thought your grass was greener
And you had God on your window pane