Topic: Disease

Sane ridden, brain toxen by the infection
rode in on a death horse, stimulated injections
pains off, but the bacterias still here
writing dna morse code in my bloodveins, clear
try to touch my heartbeat, but the beat his hard to follow
some weak punches fading to a suckerpunch as I swallow
hallow in my eyesockets, bonemarrow of dust
try to, clinch to, the life support i lust
must not, dose off if I only could adjust
my seating in this bed i bet the energy would go up
Just no light at the end of the tunnel
Life long eyesight seen through a funnel
I can breath through it barely
Nearly alive, dead inside, my peers seem to fear me
The care I share with them seem to frighten them extremely
I think it is their instincts that pray for me to go cleanly

Topic: Painkillers

savoiuors in a box
the sneaky fox,
painted with a black shade, resemblance of an ox
relieve the devil in a shock, leave heaven on the rocks
critical for survival, but perfect bate for the hawks
gargoyle in the scenery, fight against the clock
charcoal from the fire, but the fire never stopped
garboil over the cause
its hard to be the boss,
when the voice whisper ruthless messages across
drew lines inside a timeframe, resurrection of the cross
erasing connectors in my braincells, its like moving your body through the moss
So I take four, the peer pressure is too strong
the pain win over reason, Every second feels too long
every bed I ever slept on
was made perfectly for me before the pain was even dreamt of

Topic: Library

Keep the secrets hidden between both covers
on isles of thought just waiting to be discovered
a shower of bliss another risk of beeing recovered
if you only bother to take the time to uncover them
Spend hours breathing in the air of a paperback
letters printed in shapes, that takes you beyond where every sentence crack
the joy of watching where the sentence match
inside a letter stack, where different writers face the same attack
while you attach to it and manage to connect the dots
Itīs sad to see that era fade
Now the internet persuade you in the same way,
but just for seconds, The depth is still hidden,
wiki aint the same as knowledge, that view is just sickened
It gives you brief info, but nothing to grasp upon
You can copy and paste a view, but got nothing to base it on
Let the library live on
and be the cave of knowledge that you dive into

Topic: Wet

It was the most disguisting kiss, lips moist that drip
of compasion as they let the tongue slip through the glitch
slobber on my cheeks as I try getting her to quit
but she is already heading for my lips
she moves them circular like its suppose to mean something
all I can think of is the spit she leaves as my tonsils go swimming
trying to escape, cause i am getting wet
and the sounds that se make will keep me awake
on dark an evil nights how much longer will this take
now she let her tounge out, a crossover of a commodo and a snake
then she leaves it with a shake and I am about to break
God, please let this end now, My face is soaked and my lips starting to ache
It is almost like my message is opaque
I feel that my entire future is at stake
if she sticks around any longer i will drown on her face
So please just come in a save me from the disgrace

topic: Pain

A life full of prospects, not much to complain about
Brian was never the object of life acting out
he would just go about his day, call it life around the scenic route
no screams or shouts, not even a sad memory that left him in any doubt
but when it first struck, he was crushed like a spider
life was a symbol of mistrust and divided
his mind into to parts, one with disgust ans the other was misguided
he didnīt have any knowledge of how to rid these thoughts, was to nearsighted
so he turned to angeldust to escape the pain, but the pain just grew wider
and the suffering just kept on entering his mind and turned him narrow minded
At night he prayed for a better life
that he could have made his mind prepared for this by keeping it open
so he could have seen what happened around himself, instead of ignoring what was spoken
then he would have felt so broken
could have challenged himself as a token of selfrespect
now he flies away at night, with no hope for what is left

Topic: The Ocean

At the bottom of the mountains, millions of dreams lie
kept under sea level, we wanna keep our feet dry
soak em in the waterline, knee height
a nihilist drowning in the reply
of what he has rejected since the day he started swimming
in the ocean, his ears ringing with the voice of no beginning
start to dive deeper down
just to have look around
expanding what he knows just by examening the crown
wants to go further, but he canīt understand the message sent
he has refused the faith in anything, and now he face it with resent
the puzzle doenīt fit this piece, so he goes back up just to vent
thinking about all the years that he spent
denying himself, putting faith with religion, and nothing else
the tidal waves brush in over his head
and release him from thoughts that made him misread the message in the first place

Topic: Fame

Spotlight to the head, flash lights gleam to the star
headshakes on questions, wonīt take you very far
an injected emotion , bent beyond mars
assimilated image of a life behind bars
donīt let it infect you,
keep the message clean, from where you started off to
a similar dream shared between soulmates
often, the dents of a lifetime are solved on the golden gate
try to polish your surface, but never scratch over your face
no wax should be needed on the mirror that you face
and share that message good, before it eats up your entire grace
before your fans will start beliving what your saying as faith
Cause followers can do that, and if you inject them with a bad apple
the wicked witch will haunt you down and make you pay back in battle
So donīt let it go to you head
remember where you make you bed, and make it proper

Peace and Love

MesAyah

Topic: Chaos

The instant beep sound that plays hide and seek with my eardrums
mirrored in a room, kept down on the floor by the images of redrum
have fled from, so much, for so long, my entire body feels numb
the sum of a million impressions gone wrong, and hopes that never come
the noise level of a hum, that refuse to go away
the intense heartbeat, and stream of thought that just wanna stay
I try to breath, While I whese after air that smells fresh enough
but every molecule feel chewed up and spat out, graspy and rough
try to think clear thoughts, but it stops in the noise filter
the blood rushes through the veins to the brain, a blood spiller
the chaos that sorrounds the single ground pillar
makes me wobble between the choices in my life, are Gods iller
than my own actions, when the freed mind and freed will recieves no satisfaction
that should really be the question to ask a chaotic mind
Breath deep and live free should be tattoed in my spine
but everything is clogged up beacause of the lack of time
life is now just and illusion left behind the metaphors for tomorrows sunshine

Topic: Mouse trap

It is all a big human mouse trap
tempted to have a sneakpeak of the cheese before the chord snaps
tricked into dreaming of an affordable lifestyle
like all the values are hidden inside
a perfected image and fashionable hairstyle
sorrounded by the moneycraving gurgoyles
examples and romours on posters and billboards
the ones who managed to squeese the cheese out of what they could kill for
the utterless pain of not quite getting there
drives so many people to the wreckage of their atmosphere
with no balance at all, beeing called out as an amateur
that is how the mose trap works, people crave of just getting there
Men and women are beeing beheaded daily by this wet dream
a sexual stream of selfishness, victims of a hexed theme
All we should want as humans is to survive to live the truth with
our own experience and usage of our own good

Topic: Dancing

Two variations of a step
long lost passion found while they rep
couldīve hidden two windmills in a threshold, get
emotions that will leave your body like a wreck
itīs an easy two step program, directed through a foxtrot
dance hall swipe floors like a dance move freeze shot
rythms in the room makes you eavesdrop
let the secrets force moves, flowing like a beatbox
on to the rythm, we go on to the rythm over to a party rock move
itīs easy like one two
gone through the groove
correct the spine through each move, almost like you compute
the essence of a step to hit the drum on its squareroot
If we leave it with a helicopter
chopper through the crowd
electric boogie as a transistion like moving on clouds
leave it all proud, self esteem hit the roof top
body stop moving, but the groove will never do that

Topic: Rainy days

Look over the horizon
water drips down, drops over my face and I kind a like em
sounds over a mizen, torn cloth, ripped raw, new day arisen
water from a cloud, ordered me out loud
clinched in a downfall, followed by a crowd
left me drenched in the center, spoke sentences avowed
dark thoughts rinsed out, open messages allowed
no premise for the demolition of a mind, no time for solace
left in aweless for the throne, rearrange the image of a flawless role
more or less, ordered by the stress that hit your window
no windshield wipers to clean of the watered down lingo
aftermath is left out, you are left in limbo
dreaming that the rain would solo on your cymbal
The baggage that you pack and carry on days like these
picked up and sent through the mindsets overseas
kept the keys to unlock the ravelled stories of its needs
rain will always pentrate the surface of a plea

Topic: Being smart

Being smart is something that you learn to master
Being smart is something you should crave after
no matter what form it appers in
as long as you are smart from within
the knowledge will grow as long as its happening
You can be street smart, or book smart, logical or practical
the actual sense of it all,
you can see the bigger picture from a cornerstone that is very small
either it is how to survive under huge pressure
or the length and weight of an object and how its measured
It can be that you see entire human beeings when you greet them
or you can understand and reason why they act in certain ways when you meet them
Being smart is not something definite
you can expand beyound every barrier and continue towards indefinite
learn anything you put your mind to, and the more you gather, the more it gets relevant
and the voice that speaks to your mind with sound more and more eloquent

Topic: Twilight zone

I cast a shadow on the lights and let the truth reveal itself
layers of a rite, that is hidden in the dimension of the self
time and space, bent backwards, then thrown forward in an attempt to help
the understanding of a ourselves
examine the spaces between the sheets and the space inside yourself
the link between science and superstition, a fifth element hidden
some call that religion, I would call it natures precision
from a neutral position, the laws of psysics, meets the untold, and unfold the collision
of dark matter, anti matter, creation of life, more to life, in between the scenes of what you canīt envision
a grey zone of knowledge fills up the black and white
what a magical sight, when someone understands that they canīt be right
cause the right and wrong donīt excist in the matters put under these lights
its a delight to examine these unfolded secrets
where science fails, and beliefs just leaves you sleepless
you just wanna dive in and reach for the answers
but you have to crawl on your knees, and reach between the sheets, in order to recieve them

Topic: Theatre

Dionysos spills some fertility in my bloodveins
performing rituals inside my brain
while I perform them on stage and let the stains dry
I fight my pathos by projecting far, letting parts of myself
through the filter as I scream I wanna bleed love
I wanna hold my beating heart in my hand and feed lust and let it show
then shove all my problems into the caracters i know
I want to live for the feeling
of beeing, all alone when the curtain calls revealing the scenery
entering the stage with the sound of the audiience breathing
waiting for that first line performed from my lips
I can hear the needles and pins fall thats how silent and anticipated this is
I have prepared all my limbs, releaved myself around the hips
Ready to pick
the words from my stomache and deliver them convincingly
It is funny how these caracters can bring out the best in me

Peace Love and Unity

MesAyah

mesayah,

Topic: Transistions

Found myself on this mad mission
re-arranged and added weight on my shoulder pads, Bad religion
like a magician I disapeared in a flare and delivered my submission
granted myself three wishes and started this major transition
pictures of an exhibition
lectures of mass destruction, and a search for recognition
but one piece of the puzzle was always missing
so I moved the pieces around, trying to find a definition
searching at all the wrong places like a theoretician in a lotus position
or a musician actiing in the role of a statistician
The end result is all wrong
when you try to force the meaning of a picture that is all gone
or search deeper when the answer has been there all along
just to see if you can improve the meaning of a song
something needs to stay in its original state
then you build on the plates,
that you place your mind in, before you sit and wait
for the next time to feed your mind change

Topic: Different Lifestyles

Pete was the tidy and neat one
while Barry was the definition where men got he word pig from
They lived seperate lives, but their paths crossed on occasions
same occupations, met at meetings and at Christmas celebrations
While Pete would enjoy a nice glass of wine with some cheese to top it off
Barry would use friday nights with dark stouts, porkchops
and fried mozzarella sticks with butter on top
Pete would often feel the need to move around, use his mind and be creative
while Barry just loved lying around. reduce his mind by drinking to much and beeing lazy
Barry didnīt see the point of think things over and thought that all artists was a bit crazy
except for Van Halen and ACDC, those groups where amazing
He just missed the days in his basement and often think about the days he was wasted
Pete on the other hand was more of a progressive man
mixed with some classical tunes, and lyrics got his upper hand
ELO, Bach, Zimmerman and Pink Floyd
He use his time to question Freud and try to master life as self emplyed
But even though their lifestyle crash
at every meeting or party, they seem to match and rid of their differences
barriers get invisible
and they just enjoy spending time together, that makes human kind beautiful

Topic: Dome

The top of it all, the beautiful dome
flies over the skyline, like a masterful throne
its a mask of its own,
disguising the facts where the masters has roamed
the shape of a cone, hidden inside a rectangular zone
Inside of this building, you glance at the ceiling
paintings of a masterpiece, revealing truthful feelings
of servants kneeling for the message, powerful meanings
Iīve been dreaming of the healing of my soul, so appealing
the dome fought the barriers of love and reflection
coded the message and pointed the direction
for the role I was holding in my hand, my own confession
spoke it in an upward angle, call it an ejection of a perfected mind
ejaculated the words, and projected the words inside
the ceiling reacted from its inner eye
and created a beautiful light, transending through a minute of silence

Topic: Phelix the rapping tortilla

Felix was dyslexic from the start.
and on top of that not exactly smart
spelled his name with a ph
lonely child of a burrito DA
that divorced his tortilla dad on the relapse, so his life was on delay
his girl Shaniqua was a home schooled fillet
so his affiliates was never very behaved
but it started long before that
when Felix was left with a letter from his dad
“Never loose focus and track,
the meaning of life for a tortilla is to wrap”
So Felix pulled out his dadīs collection of Old School on 8 tracks
before he moved on to the next, West Coast gangsta rap
Half of that collection was devouvered over blunts in the parking loit
He started busting moves, writing lines and acting cool
starting hanging out with dangerous fillets, Shaniqua and her crew
I mean what else could he do
this was the dream his father told him to persue
Felix just released album number two
“Stret dreems from a phycotic killers point of vue”

Topic: Floating

Barely over the surface
the body searches
for oxygen, and start to get nerveous
the “you can never hurt us”
agreement between body and mind get impious
the bridges are about to be burned out, rigorous
the water swallow the flames, tainted by the angel dust
try to keep his head up
the waves rock him with a Lullaby, eyes wide shut
the rest follows as it penetrate the spinal cap
bubbles in his spinal tap
the final clap
can be heard from hell and back
that is when his lungs collapse
the final gasps
detached from the life he had
see it in flash
close his eyes as he floats in the waterline

Topic: infinite loops

curly, winding, intertwininig with the end result that is far behind it
connected with the intricate confinement
the infinite loops that we move our minds with
ongoing journey and we kind og like it, as long as it stay in perfect alignment
the assignment is not to chase the infinite answer
the loops doesnīt consist of freedom or the cure of cancer
they twirl around a subject of praise, like an enhancer
that makes the journey more pleasent, a ride for the human advancer
we hop on and hope for the best
let ourselves be carried away and move along with the rest
every corner can not be a test
so we feast upon our own achievements and leave it to rest
we rest upon the sake that it is infinite
and we rest upon the fact that we are merely an instrument
to make the cycle go around, and we caress that single insident
and in that simple manner we have found our enquivalent
and we move towards the light until it fades out

Topic: Topics

I attack em from every angle, mangle them down
grind them through a meatgrinder, before I spit em out
every thought produced is a 100 percent fat
The meat is placed in between the scenes agian, and colour the facts
I can attack
and solve the everyday problem
Make the story of a cucumber, something to stumble over
and fall in love with the emotions that he stole and brought forward
I will try to catch your eye, with some cathcher in the rye
with topics published for the adults
but catching interest from the adolescent mind
While I write poetry inside the frames of a struggling rappers lines
Try to move sides all the time
so I can get the angle right, to handle all kinds
A self spoken, self taken role as a mind mover
my muse is on my shoulder, but I am done trying to persue her
so instead I persuade
with my suede words, on every topic that are known to man

Peace love and harmony

MesAyah

Topic: Baby Boom

The growth of a nation
a league of extraordinary babies, lead the invasion
their facing a massive obstacle, cruel intension
the baby diary chronicles, mutual evasion
I am leaving in a spaceship
cant race against what humanity are facing
the baby boom, from mamas womb
make evil meet its final doom
the message of Love, should be engraved into my primal tomb
We build a strike-force of love, and start with the babies
seduction of the ladies, persuation of Hades
brother of Zeus, Dionysis take charge and spread love across Euphrates
The black thick blood that sorrounds it
is removed by the purity of a babies mind, beauty is all around it
The baby boom of hope
its a long long road
but the profound silence while we wait, shows that we are home
and it all starts with a beginning

Topic: The unworthy surface of a servant

His neck is bent but not from heavy lifting
more of the weight thats passes through his head, and the thoughts that are drifting
away from the real world, used to be a real man, no a tag shows him where to stand
went to the land of the free, the self made man
but the self righteous hand slapped him back to the flocks of the damned
Damn, the spine in his back shortens down one by one just as he stands there
the grand life, the life with no excuses
is now filled with daily excuses to explain to his family what a true excuse is
Please, he says
just give me this chance to prove there is fruit in these baskets
I picket them from the tree of hope, we gonna work our way passed this
the face of an angel can be so beautiful and magic
but even the angels face will fade away, if the magic is painted past it
He falls further back, he kisses the back of his knecaps
cause his back is so far bent, with no spine left, that his shouldercaps
rest merely on his chest
He has begged for mercy for too long
and this song of mercy will just keep on playing, until the last tone

Topic: Todays Heroes

The heroes of today lies inside the mind of us all
they represent so much more than just a picture on the wall
the integrate their thoughts in all of our actions
the satisfaction of a lost cause that cause the attraction
provoke a reaction
from a massive mass of distractions
and there they are, in the center of events
venting out the sane patterns when the rest is ready to resent
both the case and the sake of what the people represent
and use the time that we spent, to find a sollution to prevent
more damage
todays heroes seems to prevent the savage
of innocent lives and manage to manipulate minds
to believe the same path
to breath in the peaceful and exhale their wrath
todays heroes seems to prevent the world to crash
by keeping all the burned memories left in the ash

Topic: Fasade of a perfect face

Always on top, not a spot is misplaced here
saying all the right things, so the obvious can dissapear
the despear on the inside, canīt ever appear on the surface
It remains floating in the atmosphere, a puppeteer versus catharsis
a mouth filled with a white string of perfection, straight and resurfaced
Only a trained eye, can see the nerveous
look that he is covering up
heīs been bottling the problems, and refuses to let em out
It will take the faith away for so many, that canīt face the doubt
He really wanna scream and shout, loudly but the situation doesnīt allow that
He goes all in, with his mind left all out
His life sorrounds the high hopes
the backside of the medal is the suffication of his throat by a thight rope
strangled by the risk of letting go of the right choice
fearing the consequence for the life hoax
he put a spell on with the narrow roads followed by steap slopes
where he could control the outcome of his lost folks
so with a firm grip he lets go of the ghosts
that he hides in the closet

Topic: Back on my feet

I’ve seen the bottom of the lake twice
made the roll of the dice while I balanced on a knife blade
the edges cut the side of my feet, so I managed to see life from shaven angles
saw the shape of the angels, with blood dripping from their wings
dipped it in the barrell of hope, where I got my survival skills
sent chills down my spine, while I tried to cope with my issues
it was a missuse of my mind, and the truth had a dispute
with my common sense, I let it believe I was heaven sent
battling the little men, that chatted in my troubled head
Went from hell and back
made my troops ready for the final attack
found myself virtually attached
to my past, and didn’t manage to make the last leap of faith
I have ressurected twice over this sake
without, bending my mental health over the edge to a mental case
and master the dismantled waste
The victory always taste better when its self fought
so I ought to teach the rest of my survival skills to my last thoughts

Topic: The Subconsciousness

Layers filled with secrets
parts of a mental path, with truth hidden beneath it
There is no such thing as just leave it
It picks up everything it sees that we donīt even notice
The touch of familiar face, ridng on the unknown
you try to put the picture straight, but got nothing to hang it on
emotions that are left alone
barely breathing above the surface, try to drink its nourishments
from the experience that comes along, poking you with constant encouragement
begging you to take a deep dive towards the centre
enter the state of mind that allows you to converse with your mentor
the presentor of your thoughts, the truth about your soul, your own personal venter
the one true inventor in your life
the one who created the mind and what moves around inside
built up over time
for your own satisfaction if you are ready to dive in
there is nothing as pretty as the subconscious mind

Topic: Through the mind of a movie director

He see the frame and it is beautiful
narcissist on the stage and his thought patterns are full
So he pulls the string that keep his mind attached to the brainstem
meditate in a deep state to arrange the conciousness inside the next slate
rated one of the best to spot images in a frame, he takes the image to the next stage
got a dream and a vision for the mid section
want to redeem himself in the movie create kathatrsis for the dream chasers
and then suddenly stop and rewind to debate on it later
ainīt satisfied with himself before the lights are beeing faded
down, and the audience are dead silent
sitting there with the crowd, is almost to violent
for the creator, but then he hear the violins he left in the introduction
and the beauty of a moved mind touches the emotions and create a reaction
and he believes it can be related to and old friend, satisfaction
a fraction and joy, then on to the next one
more images in the head that needs a name and an action
so He finds himself back to create magic once again

Peace and Love

MesAyah

Topic: The Issue of Downloading

I have a product that I wanna share, so I hand it out freely
to feed those needy souls that enjoy the food that iīm feeding
you can not put a price on those feelings
but when you try to live of what your doing, then you see who is becoming greedy
the bleeding heart of a musician, handed on a tray
for scrap money and pocket change
but even then they refuse to pay
the money game moves in mysterious way
with the angle, who do you think you are, by making money from the music you make
I shake my head, and look the other way, maybe it is time to listen to what they say
I throw that thought out of my head
as quickly as it entered
brush the dust of my vented thoughts and the mindsets iīve invented
to create both the action and the cause resulting in a reaction
Try to imagine, just the fraction of the emotion one singer gave you when he served his first abstraction
you would pay millions for that
but the path was painted from the start, and that million started from scratch
and by not paying scrap for the music you like, you will eventually erase that factor

Topic: The beauty of the mind

I always search for the sparkle in the eyes
the mirror that reflects and build a safespot for the rise
when I can swith the look, with one small hook
feed them the bug in a word, that connect and keep them shooked
and the truth always starts where i can see them
meet one of their looks when I greet īem
then I feed them a line, and I can see them change right in front of my eyes
like a flower that blossom, or a parachute that opens wide
the beauty of a mind, is the most beautiful kind
of them all, I can witness the rise and fall, and then see them rise again in one rhyme
and the beauty shines through, and I can see that they donīt mind
this journey, cause they where connected with it all the way through since their first time
I have witnessed eyes change to the better, from facing downwards
worshipping the ground they walk on, with out looking forward
to see the change take place when their eyes creates and angle with the forehead
and realise the sky and the beauty of a fresh face
Give me a taste of life and what it can state

Topic: Body Hair

You can see it everywhere, even on a shaved soul
There is always one misbehaved, string in a shaved bowl
Now they debate over, no hair or to let it grow
Is a mustache ok, but Chesthair, shows that you are old
and a mustcahe should only appear on men, cause thats what we are told
A woman should be as clean as possible
Thats the dream for most men, its a really a weird thing, since it stops naturally at age 12
We should have a look behind trends, before we demands such a thing from ourselves
and our self image often reflects the true one, confidence
The debate should be defined by: Do you feel confident?
when you shave, or choose not to, or just trim a little of the edges
is it an invite to let men in and oppsite, is it kind of a sexual statement
The other side of it all has to do with keeping yourself clean
and if that is the reason, then by all means
please continue, you have a purpose and a reason behind these
actions you perform, either you want or may not want it to be seen
It should be your own choice no matter how it seems

Topic: Isolation

It can be the beauty of it all, or a dangerous place
you can be on the verge of a breakdown by entering the race
the rage that you built up, kept your emotions piled up
and you isolated them instead of facing the facts
You dropped to conclutions that life wasnīt like that
If you only stayed hidden, behind the barriers of disbelief
and charish the stress relief, released in you conquered dreams
you have a hope to abolish the nest you breath
but by isolating those emotions, you only expand the nest you weave
and it clogs up your chest and your breathing keep delaying all the rest that you need,
you scream out for sleep, but you locking it in, so you dare not to sleep
or speak out about it, and you canīt feel, and you canīt need without it
and the drems are getting intrusive, and your layers of displease, bleeds without it
please, you plea, but no one seems to care about this
the muted soul, mutilated by the people around, cause they didnīt knew what was wrong
cause you never spoke, you just choked up your emotions, until you couldnīt take it no longer
but then no one was there to deal with your dispear,
cause you isolated them away, so now youīre no longer here
But we all cared

Topic: Grass is greener on the other side

Let me just burst the bubble
I know you want to tackle the trouble with hope, and avoid any rumble
so you tell yourself this incredible lie
that the grass must be greener on the other side
Who created such a false hope
that would give enough stamina to cope with the life you live,
so you build a nest in your mind to get into the strike and kill
mode that might just involve goals that you wont achieve
cause what you have to give, is mangled through the paper mill
and the ink of the last page was still fresh, but you threw it away
you believed it didnīt represent you in the best way
possible, that the pen that wrote your life line, was just interested in the display
now you live your life in delay
cause if you have the possibility to move back and forth in real time, you erase the dismay
you might feel towards yourself, and you might force out some green fields
that represent your outmost true deeds
and you will have a false hope of beeing freed

Topic: Ressurection

I saw the ressurection of a real man
images so grand,
they flew over the sky and made shadows for the clouds
inner circle thoughts, made from raw emotions
transformed into a hummingbird filled with devotion
drummin the heartbeat of a fallen angel, make the snare out of blood drops in the ocean
lotion for his soul, he sees his life pass in the reflection
He open his eyes towards his most sacred place, his past dies in a second
he left his hate and anger back with the rest of his weapons
of self destruction, as he wakes up and smells the fresh air
he feels blessed right here
on this particular spot, the throne of his lair
with no extra lives to spare
so he is sure to live it
his mind is so vivid, that the wide span of it is critical for the livid bruising of his mind
and he knows that in time, everything is gonna be alright

Topic: Multi Culturalism

Iīve noticed a sudden change lately,
the hope and change that people wanted, doesnīt seem likely
to happen, cause the fear of a change against what people are used to
make em fear the unknown, instead of embracing it as unusual
to many closed borders and closed cultures, must take the blame this
I am not talking about a certain group, but the ones we as human beeings breath
not what we believe in, but what we think we believe
then it doesnīt help much to open borders in between countries,
when the understandment isnīt up for the challenges
People seem to care for their beliefs to much and canīt balance it
with what others believe so hard, so the scales are overweight with dark matter
tipped towards the most sufficient part of these matters
with the once who think they matter the most, that believe you can put a price on human values
then you donīt how much thrust in your own personal values
Multi Culturalism, is a huge step towards understanding the unknown
saying, John, why do we think and act this way, and ask why they donīt
butr instead of judging, take a step back, is it something we are doing wrong?
maybe we can explore this universe, create a unified song
and maybe we can play a long
rid of all the shells that you put on daily
free yourself from the masses, and investigate it, intelligently
naivity is just as stupid as beeing close minded, thats the reality
Understand all your neighbours, good and bad, and you will see that this is meant to be

Peace Love and Harmony

MesAyah

Topic: Onomatopoeia

I have a dream, or a wish if you prefer it
I wanna replace all my words,into sounds that represent my feelings
can you imagine instead of asking through a profound sentence
I could just lay down the premiss with a rumble or a roar to catch the essence
Instead of writing about my state of mind, or my present mood
i could exhange it with a loud HA HA or a hiss, maybe a purr or even a hoot
a rip rap followed by a large boom
would set the tone for my next move
as I roll over to my text mood
and ressurect with a swish groove
the root of it all would melt down to an emotion
i could sense the commotion over a burp a pom pom a slap or a slam, just as a notion
for closure i would use a huge blast
to emphasize the wild struck story of my past
I would be second to last, passed with a fast
movement borrowed from the questions you ask
and I with leave the next box open with a rumbling clap

Topic: Hmpfff

Wasnīt even intrested in listening to him
just words in a line that didnīt make any sense to me
I was going to make him pay for even mentioning these evil deeds
so a cold shoulder in his face and a sound slapped in his face, so he knew what he recieved
then I played him off with a moment of grief
started crying, so his silence should be playing in the air tonight, Just for me
And no Butīs thrown in my direction, please
I will eat it up raw, just so you will no that Iīm displeased
And would you belive, this started with a simple hmpfff
but he couldnīt keep his mouth shut, and had to follow up, with a whatīs up
Like he didnīt now already, this is no way to treat a lady
And now I can see his lips move rapidly, but his voice is slowly fading
And no baby, baby talk either
and donīt wanna be called names when there is war bubbling in the ether
that is what you get when you wake up an eternal sleeper
from her sleeping beauty dreams
please just leave me be, or else the hmpff i threw your way is the last thing you will feel from me

Topic: Hallucination

Experience of the greatest hallucinations without hallucinogenics
a transmeditative state of flowing images that are authentic
to the once you experienced intoxicated, but with much pressence in it
and without the risk of paranoia or schizofrenic
outcomes, or any need for paramedics
you just sit in a relaxed state, and let the mind build the premiss
I’ve seen my body move dimensions
I felt the fall of a decade lifted off my shoulder, with transending ascensions
and felt the tension just release itself like it was lifted by angels
i have lifted my gifts up afterwards, never used it to become the greatest
but dreams and ideas are created the seconds after, cause my mind is refreshed
So you might call this controlled hallucinations, images compressed
that sourrounds around my interests
and build it in correlations to my common sense
to evolve and develop the common self
and evoke and provoke the dominant thoughts on the oblivious shelf

Topic: Integration

Imitation of a perfect world when it comes to this issue
the missuse of power, combined with the power of its own use
as long as the truth is not told, they can keep on writing lies on a tissue
and hand it out in portions, as long as it can please you
Integration is so important to understand eachother
but please don’t use it as a reason to turn it into laws towards others
don’t let the power of a spreadsheet take hold of your own thoughts and matter
and please don’t be bothered to even throw a race card
as soon as the situation alledge you to belive its suitable, that is just retarded
there is no situation that calls for those kind of action, it will only keep you parted
from your own point of view according to your so called opponent
you will never understand unless you manage to release from this
if you have thoughts of recent towards it,
or even a little sense of doubt in your mind, you will never see the end of the discussion
permission of a point of view is worth millions
please accept the law is not one of them
please accept our difference, is at least on its way to take a closer step
to integrate eachother outside a system, and inside the human game
in more humane ways

Topic: Food Issues

We transformed Food issues into problems
and no one seems to solve em
eating to survive is just a myth now, for most of the modern
society, eating is a systematic habit, either controlled in portions with no variety
or as a forced fed ritual from birth, for breakfest, lunch and dinner, no charity
Eat your peas or the devil will haunt you in your sleep!
You will learn to like this, i know i did, after hating it for decades, come on please
and this goes on an on until food is an issue related to bad habits
so you either start to eat a lot of junk just to please yourself as a master of your status
or you hardly eat a thing, to prove your mother wrong, you can manage just fine
so you vandalize your own body, the lack of nutricion grinds your body down
getting fixatewd on giving your body the daily fix
food can control you just like a drug can, and it happens real quick
it lies in the pattern of your childhood, you want what you once had, and what you donīt know you wont miss
the end of the line is: Food is good for you, no matter what way you put it
but the sideeffects of it, can vary a bit
eat a lot of fat, and you be fat as a pig
stick to just vegetables, and your body will be aching and shit
beacause you loos out a lot of vitamins you would normally get
and there is no pill in the world to replace it with
Variety is the key, variety is my plea
by eating balanced meals between, fat, carbs, sugar and greens
your body will probably respond just right and accordingly

Topic: Women with Strollers at weird places

Found myself at the turkish market
just started to shop, when I heard this rattle at the back
In the middle of the isle to women has bumped strollers
they have no space to pass, and now the have picked up some followers
its like watching a duell at dawn
people are drawn to the attention, and the tension thatīs going on
they both ask the other one to move
but they both refuse the offer, so now it is time for the next move
if you have been inside a turkish market, you now the sense of space in those places
and if you have a stroller, you are most certain to bump into some of the shelves that you are facing
A line has started to form behind both competators
the lines fly towards eachothers faces, to the excitement of the spectators
in retrospect, I think we could stay here for ages
with food suppliers coming in to feed the ones that are stuck in here, just to get the basics
cause now the crowd has grown so large, it seems impossible to back out
a lot of screams and shouts, as the tiring match are on the verge into the dark night
and if they havenīt started backing out yet
I bet they are still fighting over who was there first and who should have turned left

Topic: Empty Shadows

A reflection of his life in a vision
he saw the image of himself on a wall, but nothing was within him
the houses that sorrounds him, cast shadows of the damned
but the mirror of himself wasnt reflected in the sand
he tries to touch it with the wrath of his hand
but the density escapes like his universe is banned
like his nursery crime is fading and his true lies will expand
His life is played back and forth, he sees himself become a man
but the journey has been greedy, he has taken to much land
more than he can handle
he has mangled down his life, and now he has lit the last candle
that will ever cast a shadow, and even that one is forsaken
he has awaken to late, and now its time to meet his maker
with a soul that is seethrough and without a single right move taken
he is shaken by what he sees
eaten alive by the streets
so he falls down on his knees and starts to plea, starts to plea
All he ever wanted was to follow his needs
but got lost inside his deeds
and the seeds of his soul stopped growing

Peace

MesAyah

Topic: Moon Babies

We are the children of the moon cycle, 28 days
flesh and soul inprinted into each and everyone of these veins
following the earth in balance with the natural night and day
demolition of a sun God and the life that it pays
We meditate on holy ground, that means untouched soil
reaching mother earth and her untouched soul
share our thoughts with her long lost love
and unite it with the strongest bond
create relations on vibrational stages, rid of evil, all the darkness gone
but we are far from one
we have waited far to long
of bringing feminin thoughts into our fatherly love
we use our knowledge to build relations
our wisdoms to form creations
dependent of them both, to create human elevation
realization of a man lies in the connection
to both the inner and outer world, and how it interfer with his intensions
and not to mention his way of leading his own revelation

Topic: The Faded grey

The paradigm is over us,
the changes have been made, and faded away over some angeldust
No longer a narrow road to take, every road is laid out for us to cross
a forced entrywound in our mind, have erased all the pain that we can cause
the greyscales of a fleshwound is either dead or alive
at best its pale, but most of the time its faded out to white
or contrasted up to match the black if its willing to take the fight
there is no explanation in sight
its either done by the good guys, or it has crossed to the other side
the days of moving between these terms are over
the science of life has been over runned by loud screaming vultures
the times where you could have a sight, then spice it from different angles
and make it into science, or you own life sentenced alliance
with yourself, is now killed of, cause we seem to want the easiest path to the oppsite
tell us how it is, in the shortest amount of time as possible
Who is the enemy, who is our friend, give us straight facts, nothing plausible
A black and white society is no longer worth fighting for
its the grey scales that paints the walls and the direction to the door
that give me hope to stay on in this world we claim as ours
so please help me get the scene in place, before i can scream ACTION once more

Topic: Syntax

If I didnīt know this game, would write I this sentence wrong
I would put the adverb in front of the noun and describe it with the verb, all day long
madly men do more jumping than a singing song
and people would just laugh at me cause I didnt get the syntax on
I see a lot of weird stuff when I google on the internet
people just throwing their words into sentences
that ends up in a terrible mess
without any consensus with the sentences they write
and not to mention the senseless images the make when they are updating their site
“I am who you not think I am”
I am man a yet, but not by stolen the hand!”
Man, What are you trying to say?
I pray for the days when people can produce words in a line perfectly, without saying
this may been, the weirdest verse i wrote so far
and by far, the wrongest of them most, but you will understand the message of it by far
and thats the weirdest part, your perception of the language feeds the message
and make you understand even the most complicated incomepetent refference,
as long as you read it in its context

Topic: Undecided

She had heard both of their voices, seen them debate eachother
one spreading the word a little bit better than the other
she was really keen on the words of freedom, but couldn’t bother
to read behind the sentences that spoke the true matter
instead she rather chose to digest the fear and words of the big brother
a typical description of an undecided voter
lost her brother in war, and a single hard working mother
got her own dreams smothered
years ago, and still haven’t bothered to chase another
Now she lives the alternative lifestyle
but so close minded that the herbs are the only answer in her life right now
She has screamed change for ages, but nothing seems worthwhile
A picket fence writer, a selective fighter
if someone says something she like, she will follow him blindly, right there
Will never find her peace at heart
a fresh start for her would be enough money to fill her shopping cart
with no struggle
And to get there she will vote for the one who doesn’t bug her to much
no matter what he stand for, as long as he can give her a better life with a small touch up

Topic: Enthusiasm

Max was a one of a kind
as a matter of fact, he was one with the time
had been waiting for a decade, to the sounds of the chimes
Wind made them play his tune as soon as he stepped in to find
the answers that laid their for hundreds of years
he acknowledged the excitement, and threw off his fears
tear open a specter of new answers of the atmosphere
a connection between the stratosphere, that the connection was near
and hopefully the final piece was just around the corner
he could wait any longer
he was bubbling of excitement, from the results bubbling over the benzen burner
picked up the cup and turned her
He knew heīd taken his research a little bit further
just wait until the world know about the discovery
finally I can prove the connection of our galaxy
And with great excitement he shared the message with the world
a tirade of words, mesmerized the crowd, and their minds burst
into tears beacause of the beautiful connection back to where we once where
the frash start was finally here

Topic: Crime Noir

“It was a dark and windy night, I spotted him from a distance, iīve seen him before
I gently open the door and ask: “Do you know the way to the dorm?”
He looked at me suspiciously, he knew that I knew him
with a constant look over his shoulder, he resentingly lets me in
he constantly scratch behind his ear, and rubs his right ear lobe
like he was nerveous about something, hiding the truth about the business of his job
He turns rapidly: Sir, I am sure we met somewhere, please enlighten me?
I turned my head sideways, looking straight into his sweaty face, he smiled to a certain degree
I knew this move, he tried to get the upper hand, but I saw through his little scheem
I new the next move would be dangerous, like picking fruits of a poisiouness tree
Stayed in eyecontact with him before I said: “That is right Tommy, You seen right through me”
It is me, Frank, from Belle Vue, I have been waiting thirty years for this day to come
It was you who killed my family, and my revenge will come upon
You, and everything you stand for, please step away from the closet, and show me both your thumbs
He hesitated for a seceond, before he raised them in the air
it was as clear as daylight, the thumb on his left hand was no longer there
He lost it in the fight with my baby brother, and the proof I needed was right here
I could finally erase him from my memory, my salvation was near
He looked at me, with sorrow in his eyes he said: “I never meant to do it see”
I countered his look and said: “Well that wonīt bring back my family”
And without thinking, I shot him dead, a moment of regret turned into peace a second later
I could finally walk as a freed soul again, without the weight on my shoulders

Topic: Mental Breakdown

my minds grinding and churning
thougts flipping and turning
canīt face the truth that lies ahead, so I leave the bridges burning
filled up with all these disturbing images, the inside of me is hurting
just give me one second of peace,
or at least one second where I feel, I can revert things
a living proof of a diverting story, gone bad, none of it is awarding
regardless of the situation, I have tried to keep my life to the according
Manuals I read on it,
but I am done with sorting out these bits
Iīve painted this jigsaw again and again, but now none the pieces seem to fit
even though I control the brush, I canīt match the images I assosiate this with
taking blows to the head now, crumbled on the ground, I man up for the last hits
at the breaking point
I have this conjoint feeling of coexisting with the focal point of my existence
I read my own lips as the image of myself is saying
Please!
Stop!
I am done, let me just sleep

Peace

MesAyah

Topic: Hidden Meanings

There must be something hidden here, there is nothing as simple as this
I read the lyrics loud, we have the miss that rhymes with kiss
the boy and the girl that argue over an angry riff
just to make up over rolling strings and end up in eternal bliss
I tear my head open. I am going to crack this code
maybe the writer is pulling strings around the hope
of chasing that one goal
and achieve self absorbing grattitude towards your floating soul
or maybe the kiss represents the meaning of all good
it should be easily understood, that it actually could
and most likely would
kill of the evil, and reincarnate it as Robin Hood
Maybe the riff represent an inner scream
from the boy, maybe the relationship aint what it seem
underneath, the emotions, you can see a torn open dream
that left him crushed to the ground, and this girl is the only one that makes him feel
I try to persuade the sentences to show me the hidden meaning
before it strikes me, Maybe the writer is just boring
and plain stupid, and didnīt choose to give it any more thought than that
Damn, I just lost 3 hours of my life exploring this universe, now give it back!

Topic: Drug addicts and dandy lions

he thought he smelled the war of the roses
the blue one on his shoulder
his lovely herion, suddenly turned colder
mark of the beast, he just wanted to hold her
a firm grip around the belt, thightened, all his best cards are folded
the manic addiction, infiltrated and pentrated by his lengthly followed vixxen
slowly developed a sick sense of a sixth sense
he escapes reality, while his presence presents it as non fiction
and the needle speaks his common sense
thats when
the dandy lions comes to life
like a ray of sunshine, it glows up what hides inside
the empty shell filled with a poisonous mind
the addicted version of dr. Jekyll and Mr.Hyde
it is almost like salvation, or even a revelation
to see these flowers bloom, theyīre beautiful, a constant admiration
he just sits their listening in on his inner conversation
but the images they fade away, in balanced and rythmic formations
he finds himself alone again, shaking and shivering
he wants to get back on again, chase the dandy lions, and what they are picturing
so he chase it once again, with the needle that deliver it

Topic: The Socially accepted reality

A wet dream for the white picket fence movement
only daylight exists, night time is something they have heard about in romours
Dreams are something that you experience in this time span
in a deep sleep, you create magic, and let the mind expand
then you forget it when you wake up, let the day come
and move on with your overly rated life form
also called dayjob
cause as long as that paycheck is in your hand
you are socially accepted no matter how foolish you are
or act
as a matter of fact
behind your back
people probably say: Well at least he got a job, we can like him for that
The socially accepted reality happens between 9 and 5
after that in moves to the livingrom and is: “BROUGHT TO YOU LIVE!”
the television are buzzing like a bee hive
until you dose of from the boredom and buzz like a bee……hive
If you manage to make this the cycle of life
you probably end up with a suburban, dog, kids and a wife
you probably donīt like
with a trip abroad, as the focal point you look back on
and then it just go on and on and on and on……..

Topic: Bureaucracy

He takes a quick glance at the paper
then put it in the already overfilled: Take a look at later
together with already outdated sheets
about the state of emergency regarding, birdflu, antrax mailbombs and orders of retreet
dated back to 2003
but at least, those sheets where just fear spreading make belive
or a raise of hope for a new type of democracy
He moves his outbox to the table right across the hall
one the way back he stops and dust the frame of his “employee of the year” picture on the wall
dated back to 2004
eight years later he still as proud as before
even though he had a lot more hair, and a lot more to live for
he still appreciate the papermill that is lying on his desk
but it would relieve some stress from his chest
if people just could use the internet
for these tasks
so he could relax
and maybe just make it, two rounds around the office to fax
his boss, the numbers of todays costs
So he could be much more polite in the two phone calls
he will make today
or maybe he should just take em later, its not like someone is waiting
“hmm cofee sounds good”

Topic: Mindfulness

I work present in the here and now
mindfull to the exact point of return, but keep it on the down low
working hard on showing no signs of returning to the state of
letting the flow of occations rule my life cycle
Raising awareness, without raising the bar, or riding on the tidals
this aint a chase for any title
This aint celebrety chase, or the chase of beeing an idol
This is all about staying true to how life works i practice
that no matter how malice it may treath you, stone cold and callous
have an open mind and stay true your throne in the palace
be aware, stop and feel, enjoy the moments
live life with no regrets, but still keep the stupidness in a distance
there is a difference
between carpe diem and beeing plain stupid about what you choose to fill your life with
If it feels right, it probably is
If there is a slight doubt, follow the gut feelings
And that is beeing mindful

Topic: The Andes Mountains

Like a spine it crawls around the land, sorrounding it with beauty
the minded man will tell his lamb, to be frightened of itīs duty
So many lives are lost, when nature calls upon the raging frost
that the chain has stopped to count men that passed away racing to the top
The range of it all, can fear the most daring of the crop
Everytime you think the chain will stop
it continues with another block
of stones
in a distance, if you are silent, you can hear the mountains roam
and whisper
even chant the song, of fallen soldiers, like guardians of its dome
Not a single man has ever dared to call these mountains home
From North to south its borders go
inside flows its volcanic souls
that flows over with eruptic cause
bulging out from its rythmic jaws
the magma floats and waiting for
another chance to destroy what we think is ours
The Andes is a great example of Nature fighting for its cause

Topic: Lobotomy

There is a new desease that spreads around rapidly
The socialized lobotomy, driven by status as celebrities
the everlasting childhood dream
make teenagers act stupid while theyīre chasing their airbubble streams
They are on some daredevil themes
crossing between something barely legal, and uncivil means
while their brain shrivel softly to a nutshell
I try to quell these activities , to keep em outta hell
no good and evil stuff, just a place where the human state ainīt so well
so I play the poetry card to try to build some brain cells
The influences fight me, it is a long fought battle
of ignorance, culture, and lack of substance and matter
To force em take another step on the elevated ladder
lyricly re-arrange the patterns of their blood spatter
Mentally I tear down posters in my sleep
Try to build speach bubbles that preach out what I see
Place em in the sky so they manage to see
the message of a brain, words and lyrical peace

Peace Love and Unity

MesAyah

Topic: Professional intimacy

The limits they were so clear
We have to get the product done, the emotions must be left here
our senses were in top gear
but the fasade was painted clearly, and it wasnīt room for what we share
The result was more important than beeing selfish
envious, feels like 100 degrees celcius
just standing close to you, but our faces
are so focused on the progress of this project
canīt let the fear of failing, force out the unecessary
when the groundbreaking results are on the break of failing barely
But i got lost in it so bad
I got lost in it so bad
with the boundaries that we had
I wished that it was me who pushed the break pads
But I am glad that we both did
the result in the end, was both georgeous and vivid
just like our life long relationship, the best there is
Pure friendship

Topic: Kony

It started as a farse on the internet
a result of when the the human mind intercept
with the message sent, related to the feelings it may represent
I saw a wast majority scream change in my timeline
I saw others scream of rage while they tried to throw out their life line
But also a few with a retrospective aspect
that yelled: Wait, take a step back, read behind the lines, then gather your aspects
Where were you when this awful events started to happen
Why was Uganda on your lips all of the sudden
the power of the mind and emotions, led you to open up and pushed on your buttons
I agree that the story is horriffic
but the message of it all aint exactly prolific
and the cheap shots they use, and their narrow angle
shouldnīt be enough to get your thoughts to mangle
what it should do, is to enforce yourself to go deeper to untangle
the story behind the story, and find out more about the actions that are handled
then you are at a point to take action

Topic: Chocolate

A little piece of delight
flavored, milky and brown, I know i will like
I might laugh at people who just swallow these bits
its a piece of art, each flavour is made with the intention to hit
the tastebuds, your emotions, waking up from your dream state
just don’t take it as far as making chocolate your dream date
then you have eaten to many
and it is no longer healthy
you should learn to appreciate all good, but only taste it
when you are ready
to be driven out on a journey
filled with hunger and devotion, to recreate the same taste
that sent you back here in the first place
or else its just a waste of time, and respect the uniqueness
the mystique lies in bewteen the sheets of sweetness
and it is here the consumer will reveal its weakness
while the personality of an enjoyed soul shows his true self
The chocolate is more than just candy, it is the ressurection of its self

Topic: Beeing Drunk

an intoxicating feeling of forgetting
letting your mind go, in that true sense, just to catch your breath with
its a feeling I often fled to
wich led to, social events, friends, and a brain with no creative virtue
a twenty twenty tunnel vision, eyepads in the size of a unicorns horseshoe
And an inner voice that screams: What more can i do for you?
The inner dialogue is escalating with some pace
I embrace the fact, that this state has taken me to this place
without feeling displaced
And it is at this stage i wished that i went home and replaced
this last beer, with water and escape the dry mouth tommorrow
I am glad Iīm on a break now, there is no sorrow
left in me of taking a year long break from alcohol
and it is fun to experience your friends, socialize on alcohol
My body feels like a temple, and my mind is on a pedestale
feel like i am a horse head in front of where I was, a year ago
And the result is right in front of me, I couldnt have written this a year ago
and read my life since i stopped 77 days ago, a creation of
pure inner thoughts with no hidden influences to show for

Topic: Key hole

Reveling of a secret, you can see it if you peep in
let your eyes roll through the room, until you find what you are seeking
If you only had the key
you could have revealed all off its mysteries
but you are stuck on the outside, wondering about the inquires
that hides inside, what type of histroy hides in this room
the object in the center, kind of takes the attention and grooms
your mind, it wanders around, you wonder, you assume
that the fumes you smell will enlighten the gloom
of your mind, and you pressume that its a deeper meaning
behind this door, it will reveal the picture within it
if you only had the key, if only you had seen it
in close contact with the object, your inner voice wouldnt be screaming
If only you had the key, you could have answered all your dreams
you could have edited all the scenes
and finally found the key to your inner urge and screams
if only You had the key, that fit the key hole

Topic: Bicycle wheel

The metal sticks, are connected with the rim
the wheel of fortune, recolection of a dream
Rolling forward, pass intersections, swinging in its gleam
the light that strikes the bike it rides, is leaning to the screams
the golden glitter, thickness of its body weight
shapeshifting exterior, the tension that it recreates
equiped with an armored plate
in case someone wants its gold in weight
or better yet, wants the key to be the head of state
never underestimate the powers of this wheeling creation
it can overcome and deal with the most incriminating abominations
but after days of standing in front of standing ovations
its getting pretty sick and tired of the mass maipulation
of its name and reputation
So It silently retreats back to escape this public solemnization
makes a few modifications before turning in
Another day have passed with the sucession of the rim

Topic: Earthquake

Rumblin sounds, vocal chords of the earthmovers
inserted all their strength into pushing opposites towards eachother
the floating magma of ther souls
are boiling over its boiling point, while their opposition tries to make it cold
attacking with no intention to fold
their redemption song is played in d-minor, they refuse to be overthrown
their cause wont get sold, thats when two worlds collide
thats when the two sides meet, just to divide
further apart, creation of a new tide
The richterschale breaks records, the aftershakes make marks worldwide
seismic waves makes an impact on the way we experience life
we need the global plates to stay awake , to feel alive
This human earthquake didnīt just shake us on the outside
it even took a bite off, and shook our minds
grabbed us by our spinal chord and got injected in our spine
But it wouldnīt be a revolution if one global mind had nothing else to fight against
you need a rumbling crowd to be able to even scream change
so please join hands and fight you battles

Peace

MesAyah

Topic: Cannibalism

Iīm not gonna approach this as a cannibal holocaust
or build and nest a story that will reveal a massive hoax
I wanna go natural, reveal the flesh and blood
a flash flood of images, that grows beyond and above
the true desire of this topic, lies in the creatures that show
an interest for eating their own flesh and blood
If I were a cannibal, I would eat poets
or eat portraits in neat portions
and drink it down with the bloody tones of a stolen
drumpattern and a sampled piano roll, but would never be able to digest B.Dolan
This inner urge seem to get people on the verge
and the forces of hunger merge
and get this thirst and hunger emerging from the surface
with this need that they are cursed with
I have one plea in all of this, and mean no harm
but could you few rappers and poets stop chewing on my arms
and start feasting on your own flesh
find your own rhymes

Topic: Syriah

It is a sad fate that plays out on an open stage
for weeks now, I have seen images of a childs face
filled with terror, hunted by a mad rage
from a soldier, following the words, that a mad man say
And all I can do is sitting on the sideline and wait
If I was religious, I could sit silent and pray
All i can do now is sit and fight out the violence from my head and wait for a better day
My only response from this chair, that can help, is writing about this topic every day
not create awareness, but obtain it, when the camera shuts off
the aftermath of the arabian spring, happens when the voices stop singing
the worst geneside since Balkan wars is already happening
hundreds of men are beeing executed weekly, why are we waiting
as a world society that are suppose to be helping
cause the camera light is only the beginning
We have nothing if they shut it off, It doesnt make an end to the killings
it only gives us the rest of not knowing
Please
we need to get off our knees, and give back to these people
we need actions not words, we need respect for our equal

Topic. Hunger

This Hollow feeling that i carry
I bury my beliefs and needs as results starts to vary
but I donīt wanna pay the ferryman yet, cause I am not ready
to take the last ferry out
I wanna feast on those two pennyīs, that is all that I can dream about
I scream and shout
I wanna be more than my destiny, and I want it now, Iīm on the route
but cant seem to eat my way out of the pathway, that causes this drought
If I could just reach to those who hope, with my hunger
Fill my lunges, with some fresh air, and breath it on others
then the hole inside , would fill the whole number
of younger people seeing a future from my struggle
That would make me full again
that would ease up all the pain
the feeling of giving others the strenght
to feel, and feeling a need to extend the lenght of their veins
and rid of the vain needs that theyīve been fighting aginst
then my purpose and hunger are fulfilled to
Then the ferryman have earned his pennies and I can pay my way through
sleeping in peace with all the destinies i knew
and all the new destinies i grew

Topic: Norways Terror Activity

I donīt know how I should put this in a nice way, or even state it correctly
But I am given the topic on this so I write this to you quite directly
you got to be kidding me
look the word up, terror attacks, act that spreads terror through the society
I have no clue on how you put Norway in this category
So i am gonna brake it down thoroughly
too se if I can understand it better
Are you talking about participating in attacks in Syria, Afgahnistan, Iraq?
We can debate if we should be there, yes, but those are military attacks
on millitary strategic positions, not civilians, not an assumption, but actual facts
But I am more than willing to say that we need to get our troops back
Or are you talking about the “terror” in the system
on how the goverment, spread fear, by not following the system
but exploit the resources, needs, and the safety of our people
by giving certain goods to some, and not treathing us as equal
Financially, medically or even on our human rights
This is still not terror, it is ignorance towards democracy, and also indifference when it comes to witholding their rights
hiding behind: We didnīt know, when the fact is, if you really cared, it is publicly known from the start
in a place where people vote, it is actually your duty as a civilian, to check what type of laws are beeing passed
and then you can revoke it, and do your part to fight against it
So no, there is nothing terrorising about this
I donīt know if I covered it all but, please feel free to write back at me
so I can see if I missed some of the history
of this aspect, please enlighten me,
and I take it into consideration

Topic: Paddle

It sounds so simple, just stick the wooden stick in water and you move forward
after several attemps, rage takes over, and you start to wobble
in the waterline, you try to remember what was underlined
in the instruction manual when you first started to paddle down
the river, of the stream of life
the cuts and turns you made since then, was an amazing sight
went from absolutely certain, to more unsecure and hurten
then you rose around a waterfall, and fought back through the burdens
many hurdles must you pass on your road towards freedom
and by freedom i mean, the open landscape that close up upportinities when you need em
you used to be able to see clear under water
not the mudstains, clog your eyes, and your inner vision ainīt any better
when you believed in vibrations in the waterline, you thought you found your pathway
but ended up on the same path you took every day, and blamed it on society
you paddled your verse through harmony
and you paddled your worst through destiny
Who would have thought that paddling in between could bring out the worst and best of me

Topic: Thoughts

planted a seed in the ground
now its growing around
rooting on thoughts flowing on lips in double sorround
flower the sounds thats sorrounding us now
Can see it bloom from a distance
a thought was born as a misfit, now it grows like a difference
brought up on ignorance, harvested on its influence
now its confident in its deliverence
the thought has flown over the horizon to often
but mankind has stepped in with their precaution
and barried their beliefs in a coffin
and threw the key away, really started to soften
up towards new ways of thinking
the possibilities narrows down, but the views on life aint shrinking
its rising
cause life ainīt about compromising
its all about revising
and finding comfort in you life events
and while writing this I lead your thoughts in this direction like i ment
in the first place

Topic; Going Abroad

There is something strange happening, when Iīm Crossing borders
my posture, my attiude, my visions stretch a little longer
I adress people in a much more appropriate way
I wish I could be an alien in Oslo, just for a day
I suddenly enjoy when people adress me when I pass them
Beeing called love, dear, sir, signore or gentleman
embrace me more, cause the politeness is there cultural code
and my chin rises more and more
as I walk on the main road, and listen to small symphonies beeing roared
Ode to love
I would call it, its like the sounds are vanishing around you, and all you here is magic
The lovely sonnet of Rome, The theatre of Prague
The poetry of London, I can list the beauty of them all
But when I get back home, the same tones are turning off key
the melodies of the city, ainīt balanced with the rest of me
I often tell myself, in Europe even the statues have started moving
while we are on a standstill, culturally, on a human level, we have stopped improving
but when we are reminded we play music that is soothing , so Im refusing
to give up hope, we can once more be proving
that our symphonies can be in tune as long we all choose it
but intil then
i need my yearly refreshment of a cultural vacation to a much more melodic place

Best

MesAyah