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Sunday, 27 November 2011


May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

Saturday, 26 November 2011


“Anarchism stands for the liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion and liberation of the human body from the coercion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraint of government. It stands for a social order based on the free grouping of individuals…”
― Emma Goldman

When we take action to avenge the ones we love, personal justice collides with social and divine justice.
We become judge, jury and god.

With that choice comes daunting responsibility. Some men cave under that weight, others abuse the momentum.

The true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The solution is always an equal mix of might and right.

Friday, 25 November 2011

The paradox that is

“There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often then not, the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists? Well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.”

Eνα εκατομμύριο αστέρια φωτίζουν ό,τι μ' έχει πληγώσει

Σαν κατεψυγμένα κρέατα πουλιούνται τα πρότυπα
ταυτιζόμαστε με ήρωες κι αλλάζουμε πρόσωπα..
πολύ αργά καταλαβαίνουμε πως ήταν σα μια στύση που πέφτει

ένα εκατομμύριο στερεότυπα που δεν έχουν πια καμιά γεύση
με κάνουν ν' απορώ πώς στεκόμαστε αδιάφοροι στο ψέμα
γιατί χάνουμε χρόνο όταν μέσα μας τρέχει το αίμα

σαν οδοντόπαστες λιώνουμε μπροστά απ' την τηλεόραση
κοιτάμε εικόνες έχοντας χάσει την αρχική όραση..

η αγάπη μάς διαφεύγει κι αντί γι' αυτό..

χρησιμοποιούμε το σεξ για ν' αποφύγουμε τις σχέσεις


I am nothing without pretend
  I know my faults ... can't live with them

Sunday, 20 November 2011


My blond hair dreaded after a long night
Dejavu, I think I said this in another life

In another form
I was a witch, a slave, the master, my crown adorned

We're sexually repressed
Look at the popularity of porn

And everything we eat
is made of genetically processed corn
and chicken, its crippling, and rather sickening'

But also leaves me, somewhat awe stricken
The victim she's dead
I hung her, then said
Its time to start again, but first, please tell me
All about where you've been

But I'ma break out and take my fake out and take the drake route
minus the deal and the mass appeal

I'm speakin from the subconscious beyond what some may think is real

I will insinuate, communicate and elevate until everyone has freedom they could celebrate

I vow to be expressive, You know ultimately some privilege can be repressive

And I came into this world without the imprint
not feeling I could trust no matter how much time was spent

My mamma, never left my paragraph indent
But it was heaven sent, and just how it should be
And through my own prison, I'm diggin out a path to free
And, in the meantime or in between time,

I might be drinking wine then freaking out then coming back to fine.

Just to make sure you got the right impression of what I'm here to do

I know you wanna hate me rr date rape me or make fun or call me flakey
But just consider a book falls apart without its cover

We all come in strange packages, we must discover
The undercover, meaning deep inside each other

Why do you think its so easy to call someone greasy or skeezy or cheesy or sleazy
But saying I luv you ain't easy

In fact some says it's hard cause this is a prison planet and we are all at large
But the beings have entered to put the many back in charge

Illuminati knowledge of a few is now there for the masses
The drastic, the shakin asses, the high to lower Classes
Teachin a new magic in another fashion

You ain't gotta have money to know that you could make it
Or be aware of heart to know that you could break

My impatient being will not allow for dreaming without evidence
Know that I tested it and measured it and then went back to re-tether it

I promise just consider all these things, all the joy that it could bring
To free yourself from past strings
Cause the truth is in your heart

Feel the pound we are bound
By an interest to be found, to be loved to be free and to have fun and to this end
I am here as your servant of evolution..
will you be my friend
until we, meet again?