Sacrafice of us artists

I bleed on the needle and threads so you can breathe life into my creation and feel as if you to were a God like spirit.

As you unfold your reality, through unblemished minds wandering on concrete dusts all inspiring propaganda and lust for conspiracy.

While strolling comfortable admiring the gaze of Perfekt Tension Haute St.Wear as we learn to love ourselves, as much as we love the world itself.

LKCP2KxIv

Land of the Preach

At times, feeling as if I were 1 tongue vs. 1000 ear drums...

The only thing in common is that none of them can hear me.

At times, feeling as if I am that man standing on the milkcrate...

Ranting about your sinz in the presence of God,

Dismissing my own, cause I wield the megaphone. 

As the passing of 2012 World's end...

The Pope retired & there is still talks of New World Order.

A 500ton meteor misses our planet by 2700kilom-eters...

3 asteroids hit the planet, a UFO was spotted...

And you say to me...everything distasteful & bitter...

I start Drifting...
off, back into the silence.

And the only thing we have in common is that, I cant hear you...

Either.

It occurred to me later that night as I slumbered.

Why would the gods hear us out, when we don't even hear each other.

LKCP2KXIII