NOPOET –worlds solution—

_The days of the String

the days haven’t always been splendid, and suffer of man was dictated by the council of the olds _ men turned agains man and it was a bath of doomed life in a frackend world covered with blood of the innocent…..

Men went down to Own Street Names and Monuments wich could be destroyed by the cold hand of war. Raw for all Dandies. And shoutered with tears of the softend female and innocent child

his head was covered with a hat and his neck was wraped on a scull

warm bones walking on the rim
tall owns all among a golden king

to enter the body of the beast
was not to respect the life at least

to eat the dead bodys of animals
was to eat the bodys of any mals

to speak loud in hatred of the bad
and to be wild in the beauties of a head

When Butterflys went weapons and the old old old tales of war and history became fame, men started to tourture men and women and children became victoms of all old storys.

When HIS story became gold and all old alchemyst became told of the old stone of bada, it was
like an old tale wich became very nesseary. A lie wich was there and was paid in the tears of the deads and the tears of the innocent. In no cent you can pay a live.

The Stone of Bada is a monument wich got build in a work of men wich handled the hammer and the chisel.

As they build the monument, worth to outlast the time of thousands of years, and the war of arrows and copperswords, there where men wich wanted to build and men wich where full of enviousness, bcourse they did not have the beauty of life and the beauty of magnanimity.

The ugly was there to destroy the old buildings and to abuse the beauties and to controll the secret of happyness trough the telephatic secret of the muse of sleep and to be aware of the beauty of music.

Why did we give up the old traditions of the holy spirit and the holy art of work. Work Work Work. Mork Mork. Morc Morc.

If they shared the secret they showed it was W OR K: the opposite of M or k

The decoded spirit of holyness was build in Gold, and the alchemyst dream came true in the time of machinery. So there was nothing left to do then to create a new weapon of control: Money. I wish I could eat money with my bear hands becourse my abdomen would eat the lessest thing in the world wich was the power to corupt the holyness of giving and forgiving the greed and jealousness of men.

To bring light in the life of humans and to believe in good, had to been showed in deeds.

SO Lucifer was nobody else as prometheus and prometheus was nobody else as the god who held the secret of the stone of bada and who wanted to give it to all human races and to all holy spirits.

The ugly old and the ugly men where full of jealousy to this secret so they stole the love of the beauty, tortured it and abused it and where full of the joy to be bad. And the spirit of Bada was turned from good to evil.

Nowadays they teach the story we need to work to fork our food and to be able to handle jobs and business to able to afford a living. Houses are build in metal and stone is only the drunken head. . It is a busy mess we are creating and destroying the allready build. K-os is in the land and the secret is not even given to the gooods only the bads are wraping up. And loughing in a cold place of horror and torture about the fine and devine. Taking bit by bit bones and peaces. Fuck Guiolltine.

That is and was the stone of BAD-A.

( ihr schatten umschweifte die ganze nacht, )

Es wurde windig und weiche Luft umschwirrte den weichen Saum der Ohren. Um diese Uhrzeit, und angesichts des Wetters, schweifte der Blick den Rücken der Erde, den wir Menschen umgestaltet, täuschend zum Wohle, zum Sinnbild unseres Handelns.

Gustave irrte wie trunken nach Hause. Diese Nacht sollte schnell vorüber sein . Eiligen Schrittes an den Fassaden der Häuser, die im Schein des Mondes wie Monstren der menschlichen Mühen auf einen herabblickte; so einsam, so unbeweglich, so fest und so stets die Monumente menschlichen Schaffens.

Blood on the floor

Drinking Blood of the Holy
stinking Mood of the Rollin

Taking lives without a share
making wifes without well fair

doing hard and hard and harder
is it a garden without a gardener

Stars with no signs

drink and do fine
mink is not devine

eat without to stuff
create without a muff

dont steal dont cheat dont kill
wont deal wont reap wont hill
is so dirty but so true like to steal

Your only one and presures life
blow not the holy gods for a might

you can smoke your gold in a pipe
you can roll your told deeds to a knight

do you feel the real
do you see the signs
dont deal a seal

Then be devine
Then do fine

Posted by Nicc
Category: english, POETRY, Texte