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Taste of my freedomHave you ever tasted freedom?Taste of my freedom by idonthateyouboy
Ever found something
Someone to set you free?
Ever feel the rush of being safe
While doing the most dangerous thing
Where nothing else matters
Riding with you in the old fields
The fields we discovered together
Where we had bad days
Hot and muggy days
But you always set me free
Made me smile
Even when you buck and rear up and have a fit
I still love you
Riding with you
The wind flies by as you gallop
Making me laugh and giggle hands up in the air
Just like a dream come true
That's what you are
You are my escape
You're what takes me to this place
Where no one can touch us
Nothing can ruin the day
Because in the end its just me and you
Galloping through the field
PoliticsPoliticsPolitics by idonthateyouboy
Most people don't understand it
Or nod their head
Shake it sometimes
If something that's said
Rings a bell in their moral values
Truth is not too many people
Actually give a flying fuck
As long as the person elected
Doesn't screw us over
Fuck up a country
All in all though
Men in politics:
Narcissus's playing big men
Little boys that are groomed for their fathers pride
Cold hearted bitches
Always having a pole stuck up their ass
Fucked their way up
most people just don't give a damn
just don't screw up running the country
and don't screw the people over
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The Guardian. Part IBlood runs cold in veins,
But he was not scared.
Hanging on the golden cross,
Man falls into an eternal sleep.
He remembers all his actions,
The all evil intents or dreams;
Did he deserves punishment,
Hanging at the earthborn judgment?
He did not make the another,
For what could kill him,
But somebody to become to listen him?
And, incidentally, happiness aren not in this.
Hanging, the guy thinks about her,
That with all his heart longed;
And if he had foreseen this,
Then earlier would to kisses a girl.
Closing his eyes, the guardian wearily sighed,
And tear walked on the cheek.
He was not to take a that proud oath,
Which always bore on the himself.
Dazed...Winding are these visions I embody. Spinning, confining, neglecting, devouring, evanescing... gone. Faster than one could ever envision. Yet it still lingers as lucid as ever. And I can't let go. No more rhapsodies to sound my nights...
Like cries lost in crowds or tears lost in rain...
Offended tree huggers>>>
Master. Milord! Righteous mister harass all ass!
He sliced your land, proud sitting home.
Occupied more than his sorry ass will ever roam...
But Master faints when blood in sight,
so Master shoved a gun down my throat...
He never ever killed a man, yet hes the one who won this war
Master loves us faithful, true
He bathed you in sewer water then showered you with acid rain
Mixed horse medicine in to your atmosphere,
he touched mother earth ...down there
Incubation, eggs hatching everywhere...
in your mind on your spleen...
Your mutation told me so.
Brainwash baby, let me go!
He fucked your wallet, that unfair pimp, then he bailed...
Now you're nine months late and the water is about to brake!
Tax me, sell me, never leave me, government is my full time daddy
Master sliced off my hands.
Now, how will i throw a Molotov like this?
So he comforts me with consumer friendly opiates.
Master trusts the slave in you.
Master thinks he’s in control, h
Ghosts taught me to think in magicIt seemed worthless, we knew best but for some reason there was always another day to fix everything, even the day it self.
Our anger, the nerves, such exquisite toxins. Our mortal lives waste and waste... always so late, too late... going for more time, more money. Pitying more loss, more cost. Devouring all out of control... like there is not enough.
Things happen only when a question is raised. Like a rotting-soulless that needs blessing to rest in peace. Naive optimists, they are misguided. We lie a lot. Humans... right? What a lie, such an excuse... just flesh. And the worst part is that lies cant change anything. A smile cant cure laziness or bad choices.
Stay real, my friend. Because... Can you remember the last time you stopped and reasoned? Or the last time you spoke words like „Do it tomorrow ” and then „Time flies...” ? It makes no sense, so think about it tomorrow.
Remember that we are around for you. The tortured souls in your room or behind the gla
A Suicidal FateFor us to imagine vines breaking through a paneled window
Growing ever higher
Our feet planted on the ground with no intention of moving
The cool autumn breeze nailing us to the ground
A robins chirp could possibly melt our hearts
Our fingers frozen with the ice air from the coming winter
While our simple locks gently danced with its music
The paved road under us moved with every break of the soil and the twigs that fell within its reach brought an array of colors
All this is unreal to us
Serenity and peace are unusual for dark and lonely souls
No such feeling has ever been
And confusion is inevitable
Reality is what is left when the daydream is over
Because no such beauty lies within the path of a sinner
The noose is at the dead end and we all are walking ever so faithful towards it
The scars alone tell the world what we intend to do
For the silent ones commit the loudest of cries
And we will continue to breathe the heaviest of fogs
No such beauty could ever lie before us
Despair Within The SoulAs they scratch away at my wings,
And pieces fall to the ground
My sanity goes with it
As the black paint drips from my face,
And creates a hole in my heart
My loneliness grows
As the blood drips from my hands,
And sucks the life from me
My worth becomes nothing
As they etch their power in my back,
And watch the disaster unfold
My ugliness unveils
As the rain may fall,
And it seeps into my protection
My love goes unseen
As the fear resurfaces,
And the pain grows
My being becomes a blur
As my courage dissipates,
And the soul is shattered
My outcast is complete
As the faith is not shown,
And the confidence slowly disappears
My life is nonexistent
As the exhaustion creeps in,
And emotions cannot be rekindled
My efforts for breathing fail
As the sun may rise,
And it may fall
My world will stay the same
As I may try,
And I may fail
My beliefs will not change
As the world kills,
And never punished
My heart dies inside
As one may get all the glory
And one may be thrown under water
Remember the RainI search for clarity upon clouded skies, lament tears amidst rain.
The sound of rain reminiscent of forlorn figures and cognitive dissonance...
Resilient, indifferent, unyeilding... constant, yet everchanging.
Each crystalline drop a dance of sentiments awaiting senseless oblivion.
Standing amongst the cold I conjure up memories...
Memories the likes of which time could never heal, only to be set free by my own doing.
Like the droplets on your windowpane, my spoken words will puddle; left to dissipate.
Still, they fall... as do I. But sometimes...
You can still catch me smiling in them.
BloodlustThis bloodlust…reminiscent of the monstrosity you made of me… it tastes like unapologetic apathy. Pity, how my back broke your blade. Don’t mind the sting. I’ll run you through with the words you used to ensnare me... kill you softly with your crimson bepainted upon my veritable grin. You think I will desist… try me.
Simply stonedBack on silk, euphoric milk
Back as the echoed laugh in your corridor
Expanded iris for broken souls
On silk, in the couch, through the wooden floor ocean
me, my disposable ghosts and some dead rock stars
I'm back... The other me,
My alter I worshiped with longing
So there i was, flirting with the mirror...
"Have i ever told you that your eyes are like two grenades tossed on two firing planets?
God probably mixed something in your skin when he created you, cause I'm stoned."
So this is history... the day i repainted my furniture wight...
white like the round moon,
like the compressed powder wheels I borrowed from your car
I´m Mister Trece and i paint creepy things. That´s a good way to introduce mysfelf. I don´t call myself artist, because i´ve a really aerosol spray addiction, and i do it for the need to create and just for the fun of it. My influences comes from so many different worlds, from the horror movies of the 70´s and the 80´s, the art music covers, graffiti, the supernatural and paranormal, tattoo world, religions, philosophy, urban legends, music, life, death, and everything in between.My tools are a simple blade, a cardboard, aerosol spray cans,canvas, ink, cotton, kleenex, loud music and coffee. I don´t know if i can call my stuff stencil art, because my paints are raw and rotten, and that´s the way i like it. I want to create something different, new ways to create with the same old tools. I don´t know if i do it. But to be honest… I don´t give a fuck and who cares about it. You just should to know one thing: expect the unexpected.|
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