Visuality

Our essence is our soul sense is a blessence from the first sense that will be the last sense formerly the alpha sense in us is his residence where the world is just that residue from his presence when we had sense before we lost sense a revolving world of lost essence lost because you will just say this is nonsense

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

For the Last Pacifist





"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

























Born of a king
an honor, they made it their name
he followed his father
but in a different way
you see first he made his mind strong
to inspire all the weak ones
then he made the fight strong
to keep his people speaking
soon he'd made his legs strong
cause freedom starts with movement
then he said, "you are strong"
we, his people knew it
a knife through nature
brought him back to nature
where is that king
that filled his court with dreamers
influence so remembered
an honor, we made him a day










Wednesday, January 04, 2006

20066666666666

Where I wish I could live?

















To: You
Have a Happy New Year!
From: Panoramha










He's out there, somewhere........

Mean Streets


Crack'ed the street be
edgy and hilly
mountains surronding
a city beneath me
people move freely
cautious they will be
as they glide carefully
through the dark streets

All types of cultures
with different noise ruptures
favela type structures
litter the streets
The poor are rich here
where the rich disappear
only god knows or cares
the two classes rarely meet

The beautiful are coupled
with small baby feet
where so many strollers

end up crushing your feet
I go there for the family
of the one called "white teeth"

can't visit the libraries
because their stacks lack real meat
I meet strong willed people
that live with the weak
The nights can be quiet
but the poor do not sleep
because drugs sell themselves
everyday of the week

For a city so quiet
there is pain, rarely hides it

there on the street corners we buy it
surronded by mountains that hide it
very silent they riot
cause death is the pilot
on these city streets


Which city am I talking about? hmmm


Any me
Any me must think
Any me thinks too much
Any me everyday
but Any me just can't touch
and Any me cannot see
yet Any me feels flames
of Any mind that lives
in Any me's domain
Any me remains
every other's best friend

any me stays calm
yet any me won't win
those any hers that's out there
cause any she will know
what any me thinks about
as every day get old
Any me thinks too much
Any me is my enemy
but............

Any me, any you???? No clue why I wrote this.

podding: Enya, Biggie, Shakira, that dude who sings "you're beautiful", Don Omar, the Matzah guy(look it up)

Movies: Fun with Dick and Jane (Good)