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Breaking Alice

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Alice has filed for divorce
she doesn’t need an ass she wants a real horse
to pull the lever every time she comes
one big fellow to hold her real close
with a big heart made of steel
that her troubled mind couldn’t hurt couldn’t spill…

Alice, she is never getting tired
you have minutes, she has all the many hours
asking you to follow, does she ever come?
showing you the door, does she ever run?,
her blood is restless, so is her soul
Alice dearest is never getting old….

Alice darling walks on the line
with high heels reaching the top of her thighs
seeking fortune under falling skies
looking for another kind of guy
to dance in the puddle late at night
one wild stud to whisper with brown eyes…

Alice, she…

Alice writing back home
is sharing sorrows with the Christian old folks
the letters are wishing only the best
but at night she still could not rest
her mind was elsewhere to say the least
had it coming since she was a little happy kid…

Alice, she…

Alice darling got me on a hook
lost once she gave me that dirty funny look
first time I kissed her it was a rut
being slow was all it ever took
she started questing for the Holy Grail
even when she learned it was just a fairy tale…

Alice, she…

And now Alice wants to break
all pages that we wrote in the book of James
the prophecy was not intended for us
something was off but neither did ask
doubts where there form day one
but what if you had the choice to love anyone…



June

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Three days left
that’s all the time you have…
to love, to hate, to breath and get out of bed,
punch a monster in the face
slap the hands of thorn disgrace,
you don’t need light to see your heart –
not looking is what makes it hard…

What would you do?
all these feelings burning deep in you,
the numbers never cheat
nor does longing for the truth,
we are only two
an equation limiting itself to you –
the one…

Once upon a time

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Alice has got a brand new hook
she’s reading stories from a dusty red book,
legends and truth as it may seem
keep her tied to the library’s stream…

Once upon a time there was a Prince
handsome bastard that lived on a whim,
his castle of gold and the throne were foretold
he rode white horses as the pages rolled…

And Alice kept up drinking words
she was feeding on reflected synonyms
a world she built from scattered dreams,
her hands heal yet her reason kills…

In the late of March the rabbits reest
and a toast it takes to start the feast,
Alice dances closer to the beast
and that’s a rumor to the least…

Gone bad

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One taste,
one step,
doors locked, lights off…
turn off the beast!
I took it in my hand
the whirlwind dance of sin;
open up
perform
cloths fall when you fly high…
Lips are acid
sweat is sugar,
baby is staying young
the darkness is my cougar –
push hard
pull close,
candlelight too bright
love’s on a leash,
kneel and kiss
don’t yell to break the spell,
sink to the bottom
drink once more,
cold water
fresh beer
hot honey,
I put heart not money…

Liber-țâțe

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Libertate, dragoste și șase beri, e tot ce îmi amintesc din ziua de ieri…

Era o marți într-o lună de iarnă, între un sfert și două după ora șapte,
frig la picioare și în portmoneu, poporul tușea și nu mai aveam benzină,
noapte pe străzi și gropi la barieră dar am avut noroc cu efectul de sferă –

La slujbă părintele semăna credință și trăiam din lumină și din pocăință,
și la spovadă primeam canon să scriu psalmii de la unu la un milion
dar pentru că eram un cocor mă ridicam la zenit și transmiteam în eter…

În birou pe canapeaua neagră, despuiați de hainele de stradă, operam,
în halate colorate cu secvențele filmate, pe canapeaua neagră, regizam,
și în patul de la ușă cu perfuzia în venă asistentul se transformă în primar –

Și mucenicul călător de pe alt tărâm este poftit cu capul pe caldarâm
iar ședințele de spiritism se termină în stupoare, cu dojeni și fără uitare,
dar ființa din basme cu părul arămiu țese și îmbracă un nou pardesiu…

Din cărămizi de hârtie construim idei, norme, reguli și terase cu vie
și turnăm spirt în pălărie ca să atragem juriștii de la primărie,
iar instanța supremă se pronunță rar, în favoarea plăcintei cu mărar…

Și tot ce îmi amintesc din ziua de ieri, e libertate, dragoste și șase beri…

 

Never Settle

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@Real Men Lifestyle

Why settle every morning for the same black and white,
seven spoons of sugar and a spoon of mold mixed together like you’re always told?
why settle every day for the same old ways,
take the bus at five past eight, two dollars forty cents, coffee black and see-trough pants?
why settle every night having pizza and a beer on your couch
than a Xanax to lay down, to never dream and never dare and never try…
Why settle in Seattle, when there’s so much going on around the world?
Why settle in Seattle when adventure calls its horn…

Open up your eyes, absorb the very sound, sharpen up those teeth and break the habit,
never to return, never to submit, never to defeat…never settle!
Quit that boring job and the bus you know so well, take a plunge in to the deep,
drop the shoes and walk into the rain like a derailed choo-choo train,
chase the neighbor’s dog around the pool with a viking hammer made of bone,
there’s a pub on Charleston street, crusader of true meaning go get a pint!

Never settle, so they said, Georgia men with many beers ahead,
never settle for a number, always dig beyond the morning call,
more than a buzz alarm, more than a shiny thing, more than a phone,
and when you got her on the hook you just go and you don’t look,
never settle in Seattle when there’s so much going on around the world,
Never Settle in Seattle…

Never Settle for One… Get Two!