Go through life standing firm
Those who think they right dealing strife never learn.
Everything we write is devised to be burned.
I test my will and might throwing words to the urn.
Words turn to ash, ash turn to dust.
Everything we learn we'll unlearn as a must,
Before the final turn in the wheel must be thrust,
The dust must blow.

Thus we'll begin again, to sin again
To mistrust what we'll win again
Until a gust of wing brings the scent of our stink again;
let us know
Everything she gives we have taken,
We should listen to the will of the maker
Remember we were born…

From the center all things come and become.
When they come undone.
They'll return to the one.
Recur to the sum.
From which none will be shun.
Thy will be done, crawl, walk or run
cry overcome, Pray to be stunned
Pry the become,
find in all sound the surround mighty hum

Go through life standing firm.
Everything we write is alright to be burned.
Before the last fight we'll ignite the last urn;
Set the last fire in the night to burn bright
In the pyre that will light the new turn.
Let the smoke rise to the sky as we churn,
Let us leave what we have to be burned.
Let us turn around head bound to the profound.
Let us come around finally bow to the ground.
Hear the sound of our peace come down,
hear the chaos cease,
With due defeat hear the chaos leave (us)
to the heat of a new sunny day.
Again we'll be children
who will run and will play with no worries.
We will gleam clean and we will flourish.
We will stream a new stream
with new courage to the sea
of the new found dream we will nourish.

From the center all things come and become
When they come undone
They'll return to the one
Recur to the sum
From which none will be shun
Thy will be done, crawl, walk or run
Cry overcome, Pray to be stunned
Pry the become,
find in all sound the surround mighty hum.

If the blessed weren't the manifested…



STORMY WEATHER

Speak my mind, come the stormy weather.
Like I'm calling the ghosts from you.
Take those words and shed your light on them.
What do you see through that transparency?

Man's best to bring is the truth,
Enjoy it.
Man's test to sing is the true,
Employ it.
We cannot chose.
Man's best to bring is the truth,
Enjoy it.
Man's test to sing is the true,
Employ it.

When freed from identity
the vehicle responds
with the unasked for truth.
Now detached from danger
the sacrifice speaks thus to you:
I am he who deep within work
has sown the same warnings
to all who will listen.
To all who will listen.

Speak my mind; suffer that need.

You spoke them.
Through me.
For yourself.

Man's best to bring is the truth,
Enjoy it.
Man's test to sing is the true,
Employ it.
We cannot chose.
Man's best to bring is the truth,
Enjoy it.
Man's test to sing is the true,
Employ it.

I am just one
who from the shadows
has come
in the name of the makers of change.
To speak what I see
in all transparency
and help the awakening day.
In your mind a helmet of will,
to rise within ill.
An old reminiscence,
in the wake that has passed and is coming.

How long? In between worlds I channel these words.
For how long? A new time is dawning; for how long?

This is what you need to hear.
What you have always heard inside in your self.



COMING IN FROM THE DESERT

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DINERO

The very last words I heard were absurd.
Words made me stutter.
My head turn and my eyes shutter.
What the fuck! Say's eye in the mind.
I can't believe my luck!
Spread in the gutter was a letter doing better unread,
I picked it up
And I read it, my head rang struck,
now I regret it,
Said it:
“If it's dry we shall wet it.
Never mind if its alive we shall dead it.
A new time more inclined for our kind will beget it.
You read it, through my words you won't forget it.
Your God? He regret it,
Never mind him if he knows that their freedom
is a thing from within,
And as long as they can sin
we can keep them wondering
where it is.”

Came down like great thunder,
made my mind shake and wonder:

“Are we all going under?
What! I said, what is this!
Damn what is this shit!
Who could write this shit?
Who wrote it?”

I'm walking on the tips of my toes
and I suppose that you're talking
through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know.
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes.
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it,
new flow, new time more inclined for your kind
will beget it, now you know that I read it.
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
while you suppose that I'm running
from the silly little threats that you show.

Corriendo y escapando, chiflando,
manteniendo-nos en el mando,
Gritando: “Que está passando?
Que coño está passando?
El mundo esta acabando,
el cielo esta sangrando.
Lo veo en el campo.
El tiempo está cambiando.
Vamos, vamo-nos, los dejamos.
Como no, estamos solos.
Recibimos lo que merecemos, vamos,
no tengas pena, no lloremos.
No vale la pena, por asi decir:

Read in the letter: Obey!
You who don't pay, obey!
You who don't play, obey!
You who can't stand in the rain run away!
Slaves for the trade, obey!

I'm walking on the tips of my toes
and I suppose that you're talking
through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know.
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes.
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it,
new flow, new time more inclined for your kind
will beget it, now you know that I read it.
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
while you suppose that I'm running
from the silly little threats that you show.

She came walking down like she knew.
Like she had a plan for the man, me and you.
What they plan for you is to slip ya in this noose,
Slide it tight around your neck
until you lose the ability to choose.
She saw I had her letter, thrown in the gutter, as it fell
I heard the words from its writer make me shudder.

“What's the matter?
Subject matter got your nerves on a platter
Do they flatter what you knew,
does it matter what you do?”

(Miss) I say, this is what I think:

Would you put your lips around the tip of my dick,
And then spit when I jizz so's it drips on your tits.
Degrading, this is what I think of you lady. Shady witch!!
Oh, you say why I gotta be so sick?
Why you gotta be such a bitch?
who pretends she never been such a bitch?
I can see through your tricks trick!”

I'm walking on the tips of my toes
and I suppose that you're talking
through the lips of a ho who don't know that I know.
If its dry you shall wet it, so it goes.
Never mind if its alive you shall dead it,
new flow, new time
more inclined for your kind will beget it,
now you know that I read it.
Like I'm stepping on the tips of your toes
while you suppose that I'm running
from the silly little threats that you show.



HAD I THE COURAGE

This mission: your volition
this ambition: your volition
this friction: your volition
your volition
Had I the courage to call you by your true name
Had I the courage to call you by your true name

Plumed serpent slithers and slides slow
In this slippery mind this kind I know
And in mine eye I have kind of known, kind of known

Had I the courage to call you by your true name
Had I the courage to call you by your true name

Too much confusion with this here kind; Too much illusion
Too much delusion in this here mind. Why, I know
Illusion; this illusion, disillusion.

Somehow the raindrops always fall in rhythm

Had I the courage to call you by your true name

Had I the courage to call you by your true name
Had I the courage to call you by your true name

I'd not mind the rain, I
I'd not mind the change
Whatever I'd find strange I'd name
Your volition, your volition, your volition.

This mission: your volition
this ambition: your volition
this friction: your volition
your volition

And I sit in the rain, and I'm wondering…
And I sit in the rain and I'm wondering
Why the birds don't sing in this night
Why the kids don't play in this night
Why the sun don't shine

Had I the choice to call you; I'm wondering…
Would I see you? I'm wondering
Would I peel in the thundering sight?
If I'd feel you wandering.

This rock I stand on rolls
forever I walk but to where I don't know,
I don't know why the kid don't play in this night
Why the sun don't shine for me

Under the night I roam, and stroll
Within the light I'll roam, it's true

This mission: your volition
this ambition: your volition
this friction: your volition
your volition

Take these two steps on this beach at sunset
At unease with the rest
And my knees at unrest
And my head at unrest
I don't care about the best
This duress is a test
I could do with a rest now

Let my mind relax
Let my soul come back
Let me know I passed with the courage

This mission: your volition
this ambition: your volition
this friction: your volition
your volition

Your volition is the faith that drives me on and on…



LEO'S STUDY

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THE COST

Man,
commit a crime against man
commit a crime against man I ran
from the scene with the blood in my hands
away I ran from the crime of man