Seas and oceans

Seas and oceans Many emotions and Many explosions There’s many contortions To my story portions I don’t like your oceans And your many notions Your stupid promotions Devotion’s slow motions I saw some pre-notions And many love potions Many seas and oceans Many seas and oceans

Reborn every generation once No tethers to this lowly dunce

Are you a moth, Or are you a paining? Are you a cloth, Or are you the tainting? Are you a sloth, Or are you acquainting? Are you a goth, Or are you the stainting?

Red fire hose Red rising cause Red nosy nose Red falling prose Red getting close Red lowly lows Red hiding slows Red yes and noes Red rhythm flows Red don’t disclose Red, me dispose? Red death’s throes Red, scream arose Red, they expose Red word enclose Red your euros Red, I compose Red fire hose

Heart getting louder Heart is a pounder Heart marches on Being honest and prouder Heart’s not a crowder Hear is a founder Heart will go on Long after gunpowder

Give me nothing Or give me death Give me a ring Or give me a sheath Give me a string Or give me stealth Give me a swing Or so help me breathe Give me a spring Or give me faith Give me everything Until my last breath Give me it all That is mine until death

Channeling Channeling channeling Thoughts, she is handling Nightmare dismantling Something is happening Here, it’s untangling You are then scrambling No one is traveling Through them with Mandolin Speaking in Mandarin Orange orangutan What are you tackling? Walls and the panelling? Channels are channeling Remotely, channeling

أنا من دونكِ أشقى من غيركِ يبقى؟ في الكون تلقّى حوراً أترقّى؟ أرضٌ تتبقّى؟ جسداً يستلقى نوراً قد ألقى في قلبٍ أنقى حباً مستنقى

That’s a hundred That’s a zero That’s a villain That’s a hero That’s a one And that’s a zero

That’s a bow That’s an arrow This today That tomorrow That’s a bone That’s a marrow This a slave That a pharaoh

This is take That is borrow This a dove And that a sparrow Here is wide There is narrow This a store That a bureau This a crease That a furrow This an Uno That a Tarot This a dollar That a euro Not a hundred Still a zero From a one Go back to zero

لا تبطىء قفزتك الآن ريحٌ ولا جاذبية لا توقف رميتك الآن مرآة ولا قابلية لا يُفهم صوتك، لا يُسمع صمتك لا يُربك بوحك حيوانٌ ولا إنسية

How deep is this well really Have you reached the end? How many dead birds will be Quietly reaching out over the bend? Will you enquire for me in a hurry I couldn’t quite understand what you just said The well keeps on going and going yes sirree I don’t want to lose and I don’t want to spend My time in confusion my days in delusion The humans, they people they often intend An end to the suffering end to to the end An end that will put an end to the end

Twinkle, twinkle, burning star How I wonder why so far Sun explosions are so nigh Like a nuclear stricken sky Twinkle, twinkle reddish star How I wonder why you are

Cut off the branches on my way They seem to slow me down I know I’ll always be okay A time will come around For you, for me; for us to pay Back all we did, trees are abound Cheetahs and lions will not stay When monkeys are crowned I walk and walk and the hay And peace is all around

يا مرفأي ومناي هدفي وكل خطاي أسمعت صوت الناي؟ ما قول نار الرأي؟

Your deepest wishes are something they merely stumble open on a quiet night. Following the stars whispers, they were flying on the steps.

Bed of flowers Estimate me Meteor showers Entertain me Mystic powers Uncreate me Wooden towers Desperate me Holy hours Speculate me Either way you Love or hate me Pretty flowers Delicate me

كتاباتي وهالاتي وآلاتي وساعاتي وأقلامي وشاشاتي هنا كونٌ هنا هاتي يديك واقتاتي على دمي وأبياتي على صمتي وأصواتي

I close the door It leaps out the window I close that too It creates a lingo I try to unhear it It sends me in limbo What do I do With that pink flamingo?

في عميق البحر دوّار في السفينة هام بحّار يسلي بنفسه دون أخبار يطوي زمانه دون أوتار يشفي جراحه ليل أنهار لا ماء عذبٌ لا وآبار يمشي ويسمع صوت أفكار يسعى إلى تدوين أشعار يجري بعكسه كل تيار في البحر كان الطير محتار ينظر سماءً حول أنوار فتنير دربه نحو أديار

Last iteration of a tired soul Last generation under control Short incantation taking its toll Running after that elusive goal What are they running from? What then, they stole?

There’s a song that no one hears There’s a dance that needs no peers There it drowns from all the cheers There’s the cusp of all the years There it falls on loving ears There the point of all the spheres

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