Free to Dream

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Free to Dream


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are you ready for some magicmy intensity is piercing, penetrating your shell

its going to slap you and burn you.it is a powerful spell.

so while you are shaking and vibratingwhile you are trembling and stirring

something combusts and starts a fire of indefiniteyearning

for progress, for change, for truth and for learning

and as your blood warms and risessped-up by the flickering flames of this spellpumping in hearts, behind temples, in groins

remember this wellremember the source of the spell

the source of my firethe tender heart in my breast

and my burning desire to do what is best.


4/22

about my workIm not interested in being different or special

or controversial.not interested in shocking or upsetting

or confusing.not interested in being part of a scene

a counter-culture, sub-cultureor any other kind of club.I am not interested in complicating things.I am interested in discovering, expanding

and connecting minds.interested in stripping away the bullshit,

the pretence, the confusion.interested in stripping it bare

until but the skeleton of humanity remains,until it is revealed for all to see.

Im interested in parading it around, this skeletonin the hope that people may recognise themselves

and their own skeletonsand recognise each others too.

barevulnerable

foolishIm interested in having a wild partywith skeletons dancing on graves.


5/22

airborne

you cant arrest an ideayou can shoot me in the head

but a great idea is like an airborne virusby then, it'll already have spread.

the importance of imagination

vastness of space and innumerable detailsmake it impossible to see everything at onceand impossible to scan all of it in just one lifetime.

we often discover things by accidentwhile looking for something else.

we are being pulled along by something imagined.it is imaginary, yet seems to make logical sense.

each great idea is born in a big bang,creating a new universe of knowledge,

just waiting to be explored.


6/22

blood brothersthis mamma is going to give you a dream to cling to

because she is not so sure your daddy canunite because you know its going to get tough blood.

when that rough stuff is going to show themjust how fucking tough they have become.

becomewhats been receivedyet more rough stuff

piled onto those who already got it nuff tough.

trying to sever connections and brake those bondsthose links are strong ones and they are human too

they call it an Arabic spring, mother!dance to them beats sister and

just listen to those songs, brother!there is a place for me and mine

my family to hide

a watchful eye, a gesture kindand right behind, there is my mind

with all its got to give.

my granddad gave me a dream to cling toand actually

so did my dad.

hey people that we call ourselvesbrothers and sisters

remember this bond is not some kind of fadremember and think,

there is never just the one link.and also remember that whatever you do

this will stay forever a part of you

and yours!


7/22

giving awayfree bullshit detectorsI get my information from secondary sources

always trying to avoid those forcesthat throw mud in the clear water

and that would, if they couldhave it their way

making their journeytowards their goala little shorter.

Im trying to separate the hearsaysifting and sieving my way

through tidal waves of information

taking it away from child's play.

I dont want to eat the whole of that boneI want to get to its marrowthe stuff that makes blood

and keeps the whole thing running, pulse and

heartbeatrunning right through the bones

of all the skeletons.

if I meet it accidentallyinstead of it being stuffed right down my throat

Im able to see the pretenceand the hypocrite in all of us.


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when I come across this accidental pretence

I can see past it and see it for what it is

and in the same senseas an exception proves the rule,

it enhances the truth.

if you pretend that you know the truth andtry to ram it in through my senses.

I tend to switch off and let them wash over methose tidal waves of informationthey'll never let us past their fencesbecause we're not able to get past

calculated, reasoned pretencesto get to the marrow of that bone.


9/22

a ping pong game of blamebouncing that plastic, blood-speckled ball

back and forth and then again, more of the same.I dont like you because you dont like me

and if player B is not nice and politeplayer A will not see

past the anger and upset of ping-pong player B.despite education and common sense, player A is still blind

he cannot see past aggressionthis passionate anger

caused by many years of oppressionof the people of ping-pong player B.

from a wa/orrior queenthat had lost grip and let it slipI want to shake them to wake them

to make them see

open your eyes, put your minds at easelight a fire in your hearts

and let those souls breathe!


10/22

back to square 1I tried to fuck money, then money fucked me.

take a look at the dark side of this virile lion you see.the hunter still tracks you down despite your disguise.

go out there and grab yourself a slice of life.

the handsome fighter without weaponsswings back onto his horse.

adventure and excitement beckonsthe flames bursting out of those eyes are his force.

all this sex and all that sleazebut where is the passion, where is the art?the source of his strength is in his heartand brings the raging bull to his knees.

there are more of us out there little sisterbreathe in and lift your chingo and chase those butterfliesand never let the devil win!


11/22

free to dreamThe path to my happiness is blocked,

imprisoned by my own indolence and ignoranceand closely guarded by imposed boundaries and rules and

regulations.

I need to get out from underneath this pile of corpses!They are but functioning bodies with dead spirits.Trying to fight my way towards the light.I need to escape the stench of rotting flesh

instead, want to take a deep breath of fresh air andlet the scent of insight and wisdom penetrate me.

I need to get rid of those blinkers that were forced upon meand see a million things at once.

I let my hair down and get rid of those stinking cloths.A light drizzle of rain washes the dirt off me,

the wind dries me and the sun caresses me gently.Not looking back but ahead,

Im just standing there,see, smell, taste, hear, feel and

understand,that I can do anything I want.


12/22

fitting inhowling with the wolvesas we do at Halloween

covering up, avoid being seenhiding to stay undetectedby the ill of the affected.

(there is no sunshine underground)

role playyou are asking me what I amyou mean, what role I play

how about a human role, I saya woman role, a mother role, a poet's role

and all without paytake a look and watch me living

it will tell you more

than any of the role play givendescribed, specified, classified

just watch me livingand then you decide!


13/22

human, who are you?YOU human, you!

who are you?that you wake up the angry dragon in me?

hey, you human!who are you

that your guilt keeps you hidden behind barricades?human, who are you?

that you dont care about suffering?that makes my warm hand freeze at the slightest touch?

who are you?I can still see it beating in your chest!

who are you?that you have lost your humanity?

hey you! what are you?

creephugging a chimney sweep

touching a unicornflying off into the distance

between the wings of a majestic beastentrance is free and anyone is welcome

everyone welcome here to watch the showfrom far at the back or from the front rowwelcome to stay in low light if they're shy

just dont pretend you hadnt been watchingwhen I come to look you straight in the eye


14/22

dancing with the winda bush fire licking the earth

drum beats bouncing through the airnoisy birds in fluttery flight

the hooves of 4-legged creaturesare echoing through the night

passing commentswhispering eyes

a muffled message thats clear to allwe need no rulers, we need no preachersnatural law and common sense

will guide us and be our teachers.

of muppets and puppetsyou are a cute little marionette.

wooden arms, wooden legs.pretty little dress.

suspended from 5 stringstwo for your legs, two for your arms

and one for your head.you dont care who or what is pulling your strings

you just move thoselegs and arms and that empty head of yours.

you are a puppet controlled by a manipulator!and I have no idea how to help you.

perhaps I need to take you

to see the Wizard of Oz.


15/22

a delicate balancegood and bad and right and wrong

what's that even supposed to meanhas anyone actually ever seen

any of it clearly and standing aloneis it really all set in stone

and while everything is good and wellI want to sink my teeth into the throat of hell,

tear it open, grab some andthrow it at them spiritual types

throw blood, shit and spunkat them whiter than whites

those "preachers" of love and light

message to vulturesand just because I keep my ear on the ground

because Im looking down that holeto seewhats hiding in the dark.

dont think Im blindto what is happening above me in the sky

I can sense you searching up there, in the airlooking for something in despair.

but you wont get menot, until I die!


16/22

mud on my face (certain people)stumbled and fallen

face down on the streetonlookers, well aware what they should

still feel pretty goodabout the contrast this scene has created

lets, just for a few more momentshold on to and revel in this feeling

that we are better somehowoh, Im so glad that isnt me

how frightfully scary it must be

for herand there they stand and stare

helplessly paralysed by their own indolencechanging nothing

going nowhere and staying right heremasters only of their own ignorance

and slaves to their fear


17/22

shoulder to shouldershoulder to shoulder we standfacing the struggle together

and sometimes we hold hands

for comfort, like children doyou, taming infernos and healing battle scars

while Im making a fire to stop the water from freezingto keep the flow on the go

returning with a bright smilemud and blood-smeared cheeks

proudly holding the scalp of an enemy up in the air

the warrior queen can sense your despairand will be there

shoulder to shoulder, hand in handfacing the struggle together

MOTHER EARTH IS OUR LAND!

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18/22

street theatre

lets get that little rich kidlike armed rebels, freedom fighters

get his old folk to pay a heavy ransomtell them to do it or to lose their son

the Arabs call her philosophe

and a husky voice blows air into the fireVive la Revolution

firewater fuels their passionand stakes a claim on mind and thoughts

and the pulsing of that beatthere is theatre

there is drama in the streetand the heat and the chaosand the noise and the sweat

what kind of price do you think we could set?

but hold on, everyonewhat will we do when we got all that money?

is money the root of all evilor is it the love of a lifeless thing?

try to make the heart-pain justlet the little rich kid stay

let him play, have fun and singand people laughed and kissed and danced

and went on their merry way.


19/22

I have a friend in Pakistanonce upon a time on a beach in Spaintrying to keep cool, trying to keep sane

I met a man from Afghanistan.I did a small thing, no bother to me

camel's milk and bread is

what he told me hed been fedAllah will look down on you tonight

and keep you safe while you sleep tight

they'll feed you and give you drinkand then make you think

that you are friends.

life is hard on these beachesand all of us are just trying to make ends meet

and there you are, the way you greet mewithout deceit

cause only Allah is perfectand tonight I swear that he will be there

for you

and keep you safe.I pray for you on my mothers grave.

and once upon a timeI met a man from Pakistan...


20/22

a note to mymale friendsgood women like dancing

that's where you'll find them(or maybe in shoe shops)


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