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Mr. Button Eyes

Mr. Button Eyes
Will you come back to inspire us?
Maybe one day, maybe one day…

Yes, we miss you
Miss you
Everyone and everything
Here waiting for you
Clear as day
Late as night
All the stars
Right from the center
Fate of the one
Insufferable one
Cleansing of the soul
Ultimate voyage
Light in the skies.


Taste of Opium

Sold my soul to the devil to be able to write down these lines
Talent is not inherited at birth, it’s something given when you sign the dotted line
Wasted my fifteen minutes of fame begging for a whole hour
Now I’m trapped between thoughts of who I was and who I am, it’s so sweet sour.

I have all the words growing inside my head, to send to you
I know that all of this is a damn lie, but by God it looks so much like the truth
The invisible fiery being has been calling in the back of my head
In order to carry on with the pact, I must make sacrifice, turn the living to dead.

The more I see you’re real, the less I believe that you exist
If God is in control of my life, how is it possible that I’ve never seen the exit?…
…Of this never-ending tunnel that leads me nowhere, but the same?
So play chess with the pieces, make a deal, but I was never good at that game.

I’m fighting with things that doesn’t seem to be there, it’s funny
It’s all inside of my mind, I know they can tell me what will be the end of this story
Welcome to the world of the crazies, the insanity seems to be the key
I need to unlock my full potential, so I’ll praise the darkness at the edge of the abyss.

You can give me a weird look, but I will have your full attention
I’ll be writing the words of the ghost that slips from the very next dimension
Even if it’s sounds as absurd, it’s part of the contract, so I have to mention…
…All the strings that the puppeteer who moves this wooden doll holds in suspension.

To do his bid, and have nothing in return, who would want that?
I want it all, I want the love, the lust, the envy, even if that seems pretty bad
For I am a fool, I am a charade, who claims to be what it is, but it’s not
But to be trapped in the figure of speech, when hell feels like ice cold, instead of hot.

If this will lead me to the way out, I will take it, doesn’t matter where it lands
Here have my heart, have my blood, as long as you help me crush them with my hands
Self-arrogant prick, ignorant to what he believes, I’m like the one who fell down
So eat from that apple, have the knowledge of being nude, feed off the ground.

There’s not much to tell, you know that all this is just a fairy tale
Take it as a joke, take it as obscure, they’re just voices that are ready to wail
Take it as true, take it as well, it doesn’t matter, ‘cause all of this is needed for the spell
So back to the topic, back to square one, the vampire marks are starting to swell.


Speaking in tongues that no man can understand
In comes the lizard, because it still can lift up and stand
Pseudo ghosts in transmutation of their essence to skins
Every law being followed, written by the hands of their kings.

Hail the Age of Aquarius!
The age of Pisces is long gone
Enter the Kindred Spirit and the Harlot
For the Swindler and the Once-Winged One are in their kingdom.

Go into the dimension where distance folds itself
Don’t you know that Hades was rebuilt by exchanging gold for lead?
PC to PC, and all the rules are bent and broken
Where faceless crowds vociferate their disgust and turn their heads.

Hail the Age of Lilith!
The time for the patriarchy is finally over
Political nonsense! We do what we feel
Binary labels and trinities are for the dumb, the weak and the sober.

Let’s drink for this chance to finally be free
Write it on our walls, hoping for the legion to love it
Open our third eye, feed from the knowledge meant to be
Recover what was left then on the garden
Yes, let’s mother nature take full control
She has all the rights to abort all of her seeds.

Erect all the obelisks, trace all the lines on the floor
To channel what is left on the otherside of this world
No longer needing to mask our truest intention
Hail to our Ethereal Father and blessed be this nation!

Amanda White. Inspired on beautiful singing.

Father Sky

Extend your arms, spirit of the sky
Expand your wings and teach me how to fly
I want to soar to the highest of highs
I want to stay right by your side.

Come to my aid, spirit of the wind
Teach me how to lean and how to mend
I want to reach the heavens with thou
I want to be where I’d be allowed.

‘Cause you serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
You fill my heart when I’m down, sad and I’m all alone
The reverbing tremolo bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my accelerated heart pounds.

Extend to me, oh, spirit of the clouds
Blow of your breeze and send me up above
I want to dash across your linen atmosphere
I want to stay right here tonight.

Respond to my call, spirit of the stars
Teach me how to lead and how to shine
I want to float around your cosmic orbit
Touch all of the natural satellites.

‘Cause you serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
When my day is somber, you light upon just like the sun
The vibrating staccato bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my syncopated heart pounds.

Oh, Father Sky
All of your children in me lie
They sway me from one to the other side
And then they sway my being back inside
With their uplifting heterogeneous lullaby
So beautiful, that it makes me cry.

‘Cause they serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
When I’m wandering, your embrace makes me feel like home
The reverbing tremolo bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my accelerated heart pounds

It won’t be long ‘til you reach me
It won’t be long ‘til we’ve become one.

The Velvet Empress

Johnny Boy

He wishes he could be so much more
If the pen was really mightier than the sword
Chiseling a shortcut to the great grandeur
Where singers and poets both grieve in ardor.

The gates open as the elevator rises
A gene sample set for the skull and bones
The wounded preacher wickedly apprises
As the scarlet lady cackles and then moans.

The sun and the moon are two lovers
Who could speak about the spirit of the forest?
The forecast foreshadow the hunters
Susurrates “Who could be greater than its master?”

He wishes he could be so much more
If the actions could speak louder than the words
Bargaining noumena for the first amour
Where vipers and saviors leave their hearts sore.

The heavens open as the trumpets play
A lethiferous gap that will swallow us whole
The binary numen sets down the quay
As the venomous Tiamat reaches its end goal.

The stars and satellites are lost spawns
Who could speak about the events of the afterlife?
The aftermath shook all of the pawns
Wondering “Where is the husband? Who is the wife?”

Oh dear Johnny boy
Writing the story for someone to read
Truly, truly, I tell you, you were a good boy
But no one remembers the things you did.



Have you ever been humbled?


I don’t think you’ve ever been down to earth

To think about others than yourself

When wealth is in the way

Have you ever been afraid to lose everything?

And be homeless?

I don’t think you’ve ever experienced humility


You’re not humble

But proud in your selfishness

Telling yourself you’re doing great for others

Just to feel good about yourself

That’s not being humble

Or being humbled

I don’t think you’ve ever experienced

the pain of others without feeling it about yourself

Can you relate without being the victim?

Do you understand the difference?

I don’t think you’re humble…

You’re in great need of being humbled…

Consciously humiliated.

A Motion Cycle’s The Resolution. The order in which the poems should be read. These poems will appear in a poetry e-book I’m writing titled “Fishing for Sirens”.

The Fisherman
The Resolution
The Divine
The Antagonistic
The Needy
Fated for Catastrophe
The Veil
The Logical Sense of the Granted
The Pretender
The Wounded
Finding Work in Idle Hands
The Executioner
Agean Chain
The Invisible