Got nothing but swing like moves

Walking through the moon
without galactic shoes
no Mr. Jackson moves.
Just, walking.
.
Passing through the rocky desert
I found you
inside an empty vast crater.
Offered me a filthy cup
full of The Undesirable Feeling
I gulped it whole, and was left
with no desire
to walk back to earth
in my terrestrial shoes - pathetic swing like moves.

I was left put
inside the hollow crater, with you.
Numb stares, no words. We inhaled the lunar white dust.

Yo no escribo poesia. Yo tan solo escribo
por que mi voz tiembla, por que no tengo publico.
Por que soy palabra, no accion.
Si notas un juego en la oracion,
no son pretenciones mias. Son solo juegos
para pasar el rato,
para sonar bonito.

Yo no escribo la verdad,
yo tan solo escupo ideas.
Las escupo y las dejo huir.
No soy su dueña,
y tampoco las respaldo.

Yo tan solo escribo palabras
por que es facil,
por que soy cobarde.
Por que son tan solo palabras.

The Virgin In Chains



The Virgin In Chains Is Not Really a Virgin.

My mom tells me she carries those chains realeasing us, is not that the chains control her movement, quite the opposite, its her, holding them, getting us rid from them.
We are the ones who are chained.

But when I look at her
I don't see a fight, I don't see no action.
Just her placid face and the chains.
The artist liked her women easy, obeying
the artist might have been a chauvinistic freak.
Or maybe it is our whole religion the one that is whacked
and the artist simply had to portray her like that.

The Virgin in Chains Is Not Really a Virgin

The Virgin in Chains Is Not Trapped

The Virgin In Chains Decides

To give birth,

give a fuck,

look down,

The Chains of A Virgin are Links

to us, and what's terrestrial.

So, Is she glad to hold them,

or does she want to get rid of them?

Rid Of Us.

I like to hang around with the scumb, because they are not really scumb.

My mom tells me

I cannot mix, blend,

she says some humans are in their divine state,
like worms.

And she believes that herself as I,

that we are queens.

She says the world is my kingdom and that I must decide what to do in it,

In order to gain the positive reaction
a holly action needs to be performed.

Well,  I think

'Mother, I just want to fuck.'

Fuck with the worm, 

Fuck with the dog, 

Fuck with the god.

Give away my flowers

Give away my riches

Give my self, away. 

I don't wanna step on top of the snake

I'd rather dance to it. 

The Virgin In Chains, She Is Not Really a Virgin.

She is just pieces of rock carved together

Take Her When She Comes.

Three - Absent Minded

The boy in that punk show
when I knew he liked me,
it was my ego what gained.
So pretty in the outside,
never gave myself the chance to understand what was going in the inside.
Though I think way back then, I was beggining to comprehend.

Adolescent lust, there is nothing like it.
A virginal body is feeling for the very first time, fire.
As we play to press our lips against eachother,
and learn how to heat up the temperature of our bodies
I am also learning that my mind
IS SO FUCKED UP,
and it can play evil schemes just as well.
Guess some girls do need to play it slow.
Things I will never explain.
Things you might know,
things may be forgiven.

Your sexy attitude remains, always posing and looking soooooo hot.
You are a cool game
which I can't ever follow.

two- a philosopher

balls bounce back and forth,

this time I'm a dame with full self-control
restrained because the timing is totally off.
momentary pointless encounters of nothingness
a good chat, good will
FULL MEnTAL desire.
wit can do so much for a girl's illussions
which can make a girl wanna go far
laughs can make a clit shiver
space and time will fuck us up.

a philosopher can fuck as well as he can doubt

space and time can be modified
we need to take a chance.

Hang on / Hang. Gone

hey girl, if you are so fearless, take your heart off your head.

I met this P.E teacher, she was a young beautiful and argentinian. Zarpada. She tried to teach me the facts of love, or rather, the facts of control and male domination. She was a brilliant fearless bitch. Her instinct was on, her game was cocky but effective. I listened and decided to hold a restraint over myself. My impulse. Maybe play some chess, so I'd know how to turn heads and maybe break constrains. Don't mind about regrets. And primarly, since we are females, preserving the virginal image that is so very much required.

I was stunned. I had never heard a girl talk the way she did. And trust me, I've talked and overheard plenty of girls. It was this incredible disregard for moral and feelings. For her it was a matter of who was in control. And being a P.E teacher it is no surprise she'd have a competitive nature. I really don't think people were actually fooled, but I am certain they allowed her to play her games without giving her the scarlet letter.
And I have never been able. Not really.

I've been tamed. I've always acted upon the promise of love
and good feelings.
I guess I haven't really lost,
I've been dumped,
been forgotten, neglected, taken for granted.
But there is no loss in that, it is a game in which we all gain.

I was determined to learn a little from her schemes, act upon lust
and forget love, it would come, if it was to come.
And I guess I have been quite keen to it.
My aim isn't to be as her,
for I will never have a competitive nature,
I will never care about being demure and respected
if you wanna call me a bitch, I might as well deserve it.
And I will never be as cold.
I just wanna gain sexual expirience
become a sex god,
keep healthy and joyful. That is pretty much all.