Collage Art: S.M.T.A.T
05/10/2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Scent
Scent
Lapses of remembering...
The genuine form
Chasing the remarkable
Pleasure of a scent...
The memory...
The moment...
The words that drove away
Our Gods
Goddesses
Traced by our fate
Created from the birth
Of the free will
A non expected way of living
The experience...
Taste...
The true human power
Of the scentless scent.
Lapses of remembering...
The genuine form
Chasing the remarkable
Pleasure of a scent...
The memory...
The moment...
The words that drove away
Our Gods
Goddesses
Traced by our fate
Created from the birth
Of the free will
A non expected way of living
The experience...
Taste...
The true human power
Of the scentless scent.
Monday, August 8, 2011
These Days
These Days
These days I'm a servant
Of your unique scent
Conscious gathering words
To describe your face
Wishing longer and slow motion frames
The pleasure and no measure
Of these days...
When we touched each other's hands again
The "old feeling" like the jazzman said
Breaks into the scene
Rewinded on my thoughts
Thoughts that always flows towards you
You and your crystal ebony eyes
Nothing like mine whose just stare
The smooth curves that drives me insane
Yes madam, I revere these days...
These days I'm a servant
Of your unique scent
Conscious gathering words
To describe your face
Wishing longer and slow motion frames
The pleasure and no measure
Of these days...
When we touched each other's hands again
The "old feeling" like the jazzman said
Breaks into the scene
Rewinded on my thoughts
Thoughts that always flows towards you
You and your crystal ebony eyes
Nothing like mine whose just stare
The smooth curves that drives me insane
Yes madam, I revere these days...
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Bus
Bus
When men starts to celebrate death
World remains on painful regret
Politics googles threats
Self-indulgence
By the news on breakfast
Brainwashed from laundry money
Lives were taken out
It is a non sparing cycle
That runs over all
The abortion of mother earth
The child of greed desire
Plugged through a simple wire
Tied by us
The cord blood was cut
Meanwhile I go to school
On this suicidal bus
When men starts to celebrate death
World remains on painful regret
Politics googles threats
Self-indulgence
By the news on breakfast
Brainwashed from laundry money
Lives were taken out
It is a non sparing cycle
That runs over all
The abortion of mother earth
The child of greed desire
Plugged through a simple wire
Tied by us
The cord blood was cut
Meanwhile I go to school
On this suicidal bus
Counterpoint
Counterpoint
An ego trip against myself
As I see your face
On the bed's edge
I like to watch you sleeping
Then morning begins
By the window
Reflecting your gorgeous face
The sun breaks into the room
"Good morning my lady"
It's always sunny here in Somalia
Nice place for a honeymoon
Abundant food, healthy people
And the higher technology of sewers sanitation
Of the new world
Tourists of all the planet
Miscegenation on new paved streets
Fiber optic internet
My lady was right
To extend the journey
Try not to go back where we came from
The greedy people and starveling poverty
Scared us out of there
I will never go back to Denmark
Not for a while...
An ego trip against myself
As I see your face
On the bed's edge
I like to watch you sleeping
Then morning begins
By the window
Reflecting your gorgeous face
The sun breaks into the room
"Good morning my lady"
It's always sunny here in Somalia
Nice place for a honeymoon
Abundant food, healthy people
And the higher technology of sewers sanitation
Of the new world
Tourists of all the planet
Miscegenation on new paved streets
Fiber optic internet
My lady was right
To extend the journey
Try not to go back where we came from
The greedy people and starveling poverty
Scared us out of there
I will never go back to Denmark
Not for a while...
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Blind Race
Blind Race
Backscratcher of the old boss
They can tell when war starts and stops
Who won
Who lost
Run for atomic weapons reinforcement
Gathering allies for interest
Blood spilled for nothing
False investment
They said it stopped
With the falling walls
I wouldn't be so sure
Their blind race lure
Race against humanity
There is not much to left
As get closer to its final lap.
Backscratcher of the old boss
They can tell when war starts and stops
Who won
Who lost
Run for atomic weapons reinforcement
Gathering allies for interest
Blood spilled for nothing
False investment
They said it stopped
With the falling walls
I wouldn't be so sure
Their blind race lure
Race against humanity
There is not much to left
As get closer to its final lap.
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