per favore niente pistole

no guns please

I have forgotten how to love

In the longing for a favored touch

I have forgotten that there is sinew beneath my bones

I have forgotten

Curse me will you please

I know you mock these shaking knees

This vile whore who does as she pleases

I have forgotten

In the sated mind of orgasm

In the saturated mingling of limbs

I have forgotten

My soul

It cannot extend like my arm

It cannot usurp the throne of my mental anguish

I am contaminated

I am flea bitten and consummated to no man

Lucky that I bear no fruit

But that fantastical blend beaten for the plumbing

I bleed never

I have forgotten

The last time

I felt in love

Oh misery when will it be enough encourage me to be kinder stuff

I have forgotten

I have forgotten.

Dilute the immense truth into a simple sin

And repent

If God is my shepherd

Shall I want

When love cannot be found

And all are blind

I am burdened

By the stones in my heart

They rub against each other until smooth

And smothering all my intentions

I cannot contain the carnage

Of the iceberg that crossed my heart

Churning this feeling inside me

I am again forgetful of the art

That struggles to keep my breathing steady

Oh God can you hear me

I cannot read your Bible without crying

And I cannot pray to you with dry eyes

All I have become is stagnancy and filing

For secretaries and social workers

Who monitor my progress with pensions

Who will not forgive nor forget

My mistakes

There is always a punishment hidden in the wake

Of every action I had to take

To claim my fake stances on reality

This is not the life I wanted to lead

This is not the actress in myself I wanted to seed

Every day a line of distress like a forest fire with smoke in the leaves

Barely alone barely alive barely a tear in each dry defeated eye

I would kill to fall in love

And reap the sins of touch

Oh God forgive me for never thinking that you loved me

You cannot satisfy my wounds

This world cannot satisfy my appetites

The void in my soul is crushing and it pulls

At nothing

I am nothing

Inside

And I am nodding at each and every sacrilegious type

Who attempts to control me with ungracious lisps

Church going matrons with red tinged lips

Shaking about on uncertain hips

While speaking in tongues claiming to speak to you

Oh who ever knew such nonsense to be profound

God can you hear me

I wait in the back of a taxi

Half naked and heartbroken

Screaming, “he tried to rape me”

This great shame

But I had gotten naked all on my own

And this vile tongue in my head I could not control

Fearful of the punishment that would eventually fall

And they lock me up to prove I am not an artist

To prove I am not a poet

To prove I am not awake

But God I am sorry for that mistake

I hold the guilt close to my heart

And wish I could have remained numb

From the start

But I fell in love

And now I am licking my wounds

Desperate for that sin to strike my heart again

I am vanity incarnate

Creating beauty for no one to notice

But perhaps you can hear me

Culling you to weep

Calling you to speak to me again

Or am I the devil’s child

Without wings like a fly that has been destroyed by an angry hand

I just wanted me some sugar

I just wanted me some love

I just wanted me some God

Something to sooth these wounds

The cheese cloth around my heart

The stones that it contains

Crumbles at my feet

Humbled I cannot speak to you my lord

Terrified of the answers I have ignored

I live in sin

And do not repent

Because I disagree with your program for salvation

I disagree with your process of elimination

I just miss you and the elation

I once felt

At your touch upon my soul

The life that I had led leads me to console no one

In particular

But you.

The ice of never never land creates a wall to keep the foreigners out

From heaven

A cave for a snow man

Two coal eyes and a frostbitten smile

And just as one would think he melts God melts in my hands

The mirage of salvation shimmers on the edge of my sanity

And am I speaking with angels or demons

Or snowmen?

The air freight flew out of sight then reappeared

As children are reared to believe that the earth is round

I am sorry flat        bread to feed pigeons

Who can say they worship the solar globe

When all that glitters is gold   I am worshiped so I am told

Me me me

The source of pleasure and comradery

The simplest things in life are never free

And I kick the guts out of the snowman and bury myself inside

Likening to the lint in the corners of God’s wily black eyes.

Bitter syringes bite my ass

I am the insane little lass that sings to no one’s delight

Creatures cling to my lapels

Yes lapels

Lap dance first class train ride to hell

Snake shine shoes for the rain that fell down among my eyelashes

Flat tire shoe borne illness for none listless souls mongering for another chance

But we are all grave robbers standing up for no one’s cause

This is our flaw

One antique necklace to strangle me

One diamond ring without the promise of forever

I am unwed and widowed by the fortunes of feathers

Scrape the dish into the sink

I am beginning to think that medication is the right thing

Cures curating for my sanity

One famous painting to bring the public’s eye

Who would like to own bliss

Hang it on their wall

I cannot say I am impressed

The stroke meant nothing at all

Until I could not move my left arm

Then all fell away

And I heard your music play.

The gravestones line the yard    corpses hidden from the public’s eyes.

One man is dust in the lid, gravel in the eye, hidden from greedy fingers and I wait

Hoping for another moment with her

Hoping for one more smile

I cannot contain this feeling any longer

The tears do not fall but there is no anger only regret

Regret is the remittance of the few   who lick their wounds   when the sun doesn’t shine down

And I admit I am not the few who lick but am the majority of live to wait

For the door to open upon my own fate

Damn it all to heaven’s gate

Go go regret before it’s too late

And the crows scream murder

Murder.  I cannot comprehend this second hand grasp for beauty

She was so young

With a fucked up face    one eye rearranged to fit place

Braces on her teeth to catch the rapid space

This is death  I knew it not until this moment

I have forgotten the punch line in this sea of shame

I remember her name and face but could I claim to know her heart’s beat

Could I claim to have been a confidant

Ignore once ignore twice forget the thought

Did I betray the one I loved

Murder on the high I see nothing   gravel in my eye

Please withhold the casket so I cannot throw my body in

This is the beginning of good bye

Was there ever love between us or only granite skies

She has left me behind

She has left me behind.

wondering if you can hear me

and see my broken  dreams

will we ever become clean

or will time erase away

what is left of your

fading memory

6 songs : my contribution to the long list of videos from that beautiful night at Le Trianon. Not the most beautiful ones... but mine !

Hi friends !! i know you will love this

THE VIRACOCHA III REED RAFT EXPIDITION AND DOCUMENTARY FILM. This will be the longest raft voyage of any kind in modern history designed to raise awareness for environmental protection, to inspire youth to reach for their goals and to preserve eroding knowledge of ancient South American Cultures.

BE PART OF THIS EXPERIMENTAL ARCHAEOLOGICAL PROYECT. Check out this link and support us!!!

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Clashes in Paris: Injured by flower petal, riot police officer suffers 15 day temporary disability

Paris, Place de la République - Personal drama played out for young CRS (riot police officer) yesterday as he got seriously injured by a flower petal while opposing overtly peaceful demonstrators.

At this point it is too early to know exactly what happened, but police headquarters spoke of “scenes of rare violence” involving several flower petals smashed against the officer's helmet and shield. “We believe that a draught drew one petal into his helmet, tickling his nose or eye.”

Either way, the policeman first tried to rub his eye with his truncheon, injuring three fellow officers as well as a dozen protesters in the process before sneezing. “As he sneezed, he fell upon his colleague and the whole column collapsed like dominoes upon a group of demonstrators,” thereby countering rumours of gratuitous attacks against protesters.

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wishing a successful day to those who will be marching tomorrow for action on climate change!!!

Be heard! Be safe!

Does anyone know how I can purchase these songs?  Saw this video on Youtube and love the second song.  Assume its called traffic but not sure.  Does anyone know?

QUEENS NEW MC X-YLE IS ON VERGE TO STARDOM

NYC's own next up new artist  X-YLE new record Way Up is a very dope and simple fall record that will have hiphop heads wanting more 

of this MC with new music on the way look for great things from X-YLE and his style of music .

WAY UP - PUSH PLAY

A fan of all music  PR ,clothing designer Ms King is coming into her own with her appear and social fan base

spreading into a viral company by always updating her followers on her clients , new hair styles and gadgets

Ms King is on the verge to stardom/ check out her pages below

twitter: https://twitter.com/officialMsKing?s=03
Facebook:https://m.facebook.com/OfficialMsking
Instagram: https://i.instagram.com/officialmsking/
kingsrepublic Instagram: https://i.instagram.com/kingsrepublic.ent/

In the aftermath of the atrocities committed on this Friday 13th, the unsuperstitious may change their views. Never mind those who escaped the slaughter at the Eagles of Death Metal gig at the Bataclan who will be forever traumatised. I, personally, would never have imagined I could ever write something so prophetic as I did yesterday unknowingly starting my post with “cursed is the day” (see Related articles). Actually, it was almost automatic writing. So much insight can be downright freaky.

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The Song that inspired me to create....

Thanks to you, Radiohead for writing it.  I am sad that I never was able to get licencing for your song, but....

I was still able to create something that I feel is of some worth, and am glad for the experience.

Watch the short Film inspired in-whole by simply listening to "Give Up the Ghost" .....

https://youtu.be/LVXXRkael0c 

avere una bella notte

migliore fortuna

if I could be

who you wanted

all the time