Ashes to ashes, flashes of the past,
they blast me like a furnace,
burning hot,
I’m in hell and it won’t stop,
could I be worse off?
This pain is real.
Dust to dust, moving on is a must,
so much to prove and so little time,
I’m poised like the phoenix,
ready to rise,
you can try to pull me down to the ground,
but I endeavour to fly,
too long a face in the crowd
now I’m ready to shine,
everlasting like a phoenix so forever is mine,
I got the better of time.
I feel your eyes on me seeking me out,
I feel you feeling me out,
I know you picture me defeated,
but I have the power
of a thousand phoenices
and im not leaving this life,
not now,
you can try to write me out
but I will bleed into every page,
write me off if you want
but I will rise again at every stage,
and at every age,
you can wait for me to be gone,
but you will see that I can wait longer,
I am at one with the phoenices,
time is meaningless for me,
knowing that set me free;
This bird has flown.
Lxx
Stray out of town
And painted guns
Will guide you down
Not for revenge
But just for fun
In the end
It’s either that
Or stay and
See your happiness drown
But at the end
Your choices won’t matter
Our voices shan’t be heard
When the world shatters
The easy days
Will be left in tatters
These days
This life
It’s fragile in more ways
We’re taller in more ways
But wiser in none
Our first call is the gun
We fall into war
Fools
Under the thumb
Walking blind
With bored minds
Through Stevie’s times
These days of a gun
There’s a feeling
We’re not feeling it at all
There’s a meaning
But we’re not listening
Anymore
Who is going to
Run this town
Where painted guns
Will guide you down
This jaded land
Where fatéd guns
Will find your hand.
Lxxx
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mystique (par NoNo Joe)
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All that no one sees, you see
What’s inside of me;
Every nerve that hurts, you heal,
Deep inside of me;
You don’t have to speak,
I feelBjörk -Jóga
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Beneath the ocean
We unravelled
A breadth between us
That can’t be travelled
To feel you
The breath between us
Is all I want
All I long for
A song for the dead
Rises from the sea bed,
Come follow
Like I would follow you
To the deap sea baby
Where it’s powder blue
Come follow
Will you follow me
Deep sea honey
You belong with me,
Come see the ocean
It’s better from below
Be my ocean
I’ll never let you go
We bleed devotion
Cut me and see
I’m ready to be
Whatever you need
If you do this for me
We’re a plane apart
Instead of just sitting
And not quite living
Follow your heart,
Come follow me
Deep sea honey
This is meant to be
So follow through
Like I would follow you
To the deap sea baby
Where it’s powder blue.
Lx
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Take hold of your own life. See that the whole existence is celebrating. These trees are not serious, these birds are not serious. The rivers and the oceans are wild, and everywhere there is fun, everywhere there is joy and delight. Watch existence, listen to the existence and become part of it.
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These are children that could have just as easily been in the same position as Trayvon Martin. I’m sure, you looke through these and think, “She’s not black,” and, “It’s not the same,” but it is. Too many people overlook a very important fact. Besides being black, besides being young and hooded, besides all of that, Trayvon Martin was a child. Somebody called him son, he was somebody’s child. You might have all heard of, “The black kid that got shot in Sanford,” but not enough people have thought about the child -black, white, or otherwise- that was killed. The light that will no longer shine. The future that we will no longer get the chance to see. This was not a crime against blacks or whites, it was a crime against, not just another human being, but a child.
No.
NO!!!
You WILL NOT take Trayvon Martin’s story and whitewash it.
You WILL NOT ignore the fact that Black children are at risk of being harassed and killed on a daily basis.
You WILL NOT whitewash the way in which people of color raise their children to avoid getting killed in ways that white children are not.
You WILL NOT willfully erase the target hanging on MY back and EVERY single bloody Black person in this godforsaken country.
You WILL NOT lie to the world and act like this wasn’t a hate crime when every single Black mother, every single Black father - hell, ALL parents of color know exactly what went down on February 26th.
FUCKING HELL. People like you pull the trigger. People like you help make the world dangerous for people like me and I WILL NOT let another child die due to your ignorant, “colorblind” WHITEWASHING narrative.
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He believed that everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose, to clear space for something better.
