.... after Sep 11th | | There is a blank in My mind like a cut In a lense. - There are two Centers Facing each other. - There is a restless Energy Expolding to all sides. - Since then | | In my dreams In My dreams my familiy dies In my dreams the people cry. In my dreams there is the knowledge In a dream there is the answer But there is still nothing When I awake. | | P + L + S Catch drums and the fire Spots the dog Follow the picky meter Of the time of the year - Of the cold. Chasing behind the beath Tired Two towers and the smell Of flesh forgets about the poor sur hashing with their hopes. | | Helltran carries the old dead Man with the bike towards The UN Sandtonners block the road Of freedom and make the War come to NYC in the Dust of vipers. Dream pathos crosses the Entrance and a Helena appears with no Glamour And signs about the death An the birth I hear the ships blow Their horns. | | The Seagull The seagull starts to cry Wacking through his friends The inner center of his father Take center of his father Takes the leg. And puts it aside. Crying in front of his mirror The life is never as it was Before. The hospital watches every Push of your lungs. Centralizing your threat to- Wards the twins Makes the month Coming back - Dedicated help | | Timidating For me the big wing of the Broken window is locked. The wheelchair drecked into A hole. Lonely it whipes the rubber Towards the air Not a snatch farewells the Iron. Glim, glam - glow Hinders the self to drink The water of the towers. Never alone - twins. | | Ditch - bitch - scratch - match Hole - mole - grawl - small - hall Snop - mop - crop - slop - hop Murmer - Shutter - Crowd - -- subway in the morning | | talks about it speeding into the cloud of rollerblading of life - black haired power surfaces different in colors not forgotten from fate tired wild good by in the morning organized differently, allways open to emotionalized outrage smiles at life hands over the fire, concepts the wire of strengh - talk about life! |
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