Last March

Last March

Whatever it will be, just let it be.

Don't rush, don't deny. Make yourself secure!

This horizon of quest only for awhile.

Tick your hours of disappointment, kill it, not to surrender.

You need to tame your insanity.

While someone picking some heavy words just to make it different,

they are a crowd of loser, naiveté.

Just kick em' out. Because you know you are special.

Diamond in the rough. Let your violences! Abuse!

And you got something to do with

your hand, your foot, your eyes, your mind,

your tongue, your finger, your ability,

your 10.000 dirty word, your mouth, your bible of anger,

your shoulder, your amazing knowledge, your enthusiasm,

your courage, your curiosity, your heartbeat, your moan,

your blood circumstance, your false reality, your complain,

your dislike, your queue of taking some part, your shameless,

your habit, your love of fear, your natural emotion,

your disable hobbies, your wisdom, your truth, your lies,

your sense of nonsense, your cracked egg, your alcohol breath,

your thunder, your magic pen, your never ending dream,

your talent that bent, your nail, your bright side, your yell,

your fucking faith, your fighting, your ear, your civilian response,

your dead society... you're right!

March 31st 2K3

Bastian

The Street

The Street
The drops around my trembling
Chimed and we caught in shock
Looking through my eyes now
I see an unconscious line
And the pieces of pain
I smell the blood over my sense
I taste my beauty straight leg bent
Call me if I’m already in ignorance
But you were never there
But this wound that I shall stare
I want to get up my knee
I want to fill my day
I want to breathe this fragile away

December 22nd 2K3
Bastian

(In memory of Zk. Nas 1968-2003)