ian_bazz

September
Two days before I shut the page, complication has buried my soul
In this sixty kilometre to flight on, as I grab my hands against the wall
I have no clue either unwritten words*
September 28th 2K5
*IE (1947-1999)

Tremble
Shake my hands, worries to pretend
As the cloud cover me, I’m weathered I count my number
Feels like walking in the dark
Do you feel the cold of September?
September 29th 2K5

Born
My hand now bleeding while I open my window to the earth
and the quest gathers like a crowd of mass in my head
Shout, loud, and not enough
You wouldn’t hear it but her*
You wouldn’t fear it but mine
The conclusion is left behind
They march on a friday rhyme
But thanks to you**
As I open my eyes on the day I was born
September 30th 2K5

*me_feethree@#####.com
**magda lopez (1981-2005)

Last March
Whatever it will be, just let it be. 
Don't rush, don't deny. Make yourself secure! 
This horizon of quest only for awhile. 
Tick your hours of disappointment, kill it, not to surrender. 
You need to tame your insanity. 
While someone picking some heavy words just to make it different, 
they are a crowd of loser, naiveté. 
Just kick em' out. Because you know you are special. 
Diamond in the rough. Let your violences! Abuse! 
And you got something to do with 
your hand, your foot, your eyes, your mind,
your tongue, your finger, your ability, 
your 10.000 dirty word, your mouth, your bible of anger, 
your shoulder, your amazing knowledge, your enthusiasm, 
your courage, your curiosity, your heartbeat, your moan, 
your blood circumstance, your false reality, your complain, 
your dislike, your queue of taking some part, your shameless, 
your habit, your love of fear, your natural emotion, 
your disable hobbies, your wisdom, your truth, your lies, 
your sense of nonsense, your cracked egg, your alcohol breath, 
your thunder, your magic pen, your never ending dream, 
your talent that bent, your nail, your bright side, your yell, 
your fucking faith, your fighting, your ear, your civilian response, 
your dead society... you're right!

March 31st 2K3
 Bastian

The Street
The drops around my trembling
Chimed and we caught in shock
Looking through my eyes now
I see an unconscious line
And the pieces of pain
I smell the blood over my sense
I taste my beauty straight leg bent
Call me if I’m already in ignorance
But you were never there
But this wound that I shall stare
I want to get up my knee
I want to fill my day
I want to breathe this fragile away

December 22nd 2K3
Bastian

(In memory of Zk. Nas 1968-2003)