miercuri, 27 mai 2015

                                                    The Hand &
                                                                        The Mouth
                                                   
 Once we were so close to each other
 There were no paths between us
 No strings, no walls, no misdirections

We didn't know nothing about
Society or Political beliefs, Religion nor Science

We were empty
But my dear friend, so full we were

With nothing but 
Acceptance, Compasion and Tolerance,

We were not animals nor humans
We were simple, but complicated

We were a palm full of milions of
Artists, connected, bound

What are we now my brother
What are we now...


We are our own masterpiece, brother
We are more now, no more emptiness

Now, we have beliefs, we have
Endless feelings and ideas
Streching far more than our
Feet can walk in a lifetime

We, my dear brother, we are also slaves
Slaves of a master, that once was
Weak and poor, inexperienced and wild
But in the end , he grow.

He grow to become our most strongest brother
He is so strong, but my friend...
He's meanness is far more grater

I do not bite your nails because i enjoy it
I do not feel happines by the pain
I cause you...
I, my friend, am just another slave of our brother


You dare blame our brother !?
Our brother may be big, but young
He may put us to do awful things
But, my friend , do you forget...

The taste of milk, the sounds you first made...
Until the most complicated composition by now
The first lips you dance and hug with
How could you forget about all of these?

Those actions,...he made you once feel and do
How could you be so ungrateful...

Easily, my dear brother, easily...
I forgot the taste of milk because of the alcohol
He put me to drink to impress his friends.

The untasteful food
So bad, my brother, that i do not know how to taste
How to depict good from bad

I forgot my own smell
From the cigars he puts you to buy
And how easily he makes me take
That awful smoke, circling...

Like a snake, unleashing his venom
Upon every part of my being
Numbing my sense of taste
Destroying the good health of my teeth
And slowly and patiently, makes me more, and more
Vulnerable to death itself...

As for the sounds, my brother you are wrong entirely
They were loud and noisy, my lips were pink and shaking
His first command was for my to scream
Later he used me for his creative lies
Then to hurt people, even the ones whose lips once hugged me
The lips who dance and played with me

So now , that you know, could you ask me the same?
Do not answer this now, first answer me this...
What do you miss more?
The gentle touch upon once loved?
Or is it the hard and wild, grabing and pushing and nonetheless
Hitting the same ones that hugeed, kissed and loved you
Family, friends and neighbors....

Tell me, ohh dear brother
How could you forget all of these?

Even now, your silence is far more louder than all the sounds i make
Don't you ever forget, dearest brother
My sounds, no matter how mean or hateful he makes me produce them
Could not kill the strong, only the weak and woundest of people
But you my brother, ohh but you...