as I see it, those boys are up to no good

And then, the static of the mind chained the bodies

To the ignorance of prejudice, accepted unanimously by everyone and each

We share and preach about a tolerance that doesn’t seem to be

As real as the words spoken by the leaders, up there in that ship

Where they drink rum and scotch and smoke cigars

And sing about poverty, integration-disintegration, liberty and truth

This funny way of show and tell, a howl is what we need

To scare the hell out of their comfort zone

And lies will jump ahead like fleas from fur.

Dance on your own music

Chaotic moves, defeat the norms

According to the new law

The Universal Comes.

Under the bridge dreaming

Jamming with feelings under the bridge, waiting for the floods

And near, just on the waterfront, seagulls are staring at the fjord

Ships pass by and I, I look for a possible mermaid.

Although I know, I can’t take her away on shore and I can’t live underwater

Although I know that this love is forbidden by nature,

I’ll try to be her Northern Sailor with a mushroom tattoo on my chest

With seaweed on deck, a flower made flag on the bow and a white navigation light at the stern.

I’ll learn how to sail for her bliss and survive without a compass on dark waters.

Let there be no wind to blow, let there be no slaughters and the possibility of an Island materialized

in sand, love and peace. Let there be sun, this mermaid of mine and no barriers imposed by people.

I woke up from this jam and I find

My hands clenched on the present, but this hard to tame horse

Jumps and runs for the future without me

No fun, ruined plans, demolished dreams

No floods, no mermaid appears, is just me under the bridge.

Cars roar above, I find my peace in electric guitars

With beautiful sounds that flow from my headphones.

Acceptance keeps me on the track, but I wonder

For how long.

all we do is what they say

Political views surrounding existences and breaking societies

Separated by laws, new born ideologies

Milestone achievements, happy in lies, dreams conformed to standards.

Compassion spreads through viral videos on social media

The Man stands tall and talks to the masses

Increased surveillance over the young

Put them in boxes and feed them with hope

With lies and that fake sensation of success?

It happens that, this is the way.

We feel like heroes of the new world order

Because they want that, because they do that

With their companies and well-paid jobs

All is known and all is done before influencing the masses

Riots of the young, all in vain

Speaking out your thoughts, all in vain

Poetry of the streets, all in vain

New born, all in vain

Get a good job, all in vain

Find a girl and settle down, all in vain

Fighting for truth, happiness, fulfillment, all in all

It’s all in vain.

experience transgression

What happened? A drunken monkey asks. Behind the wall, every thought is important. Every human is a drunken monkey. Which wall? One made out of obscure substances. A car passes by you and you hear them yell. Mediocre standards are chaining individuals to normality.
Endless journeys to discover your path. They all end in failure, everything dies. And all your childhood dreams disappear into the night’s haze. Failure is closely connected to those standards. Alcohol is not.

And then, silence will embrace us for eternity. What’s that? A stoned monkey asks. Behind the wall, you can be free for a couple of minutes or hours. You can express those feelings, hard to explain in the daylight. They flow. Behind the wall, standards die. Rules are melted into a large pot of endless conversations. Everything becomes so real. Colors play social games with your red eyes and ancient scents are awaken. Criticism is burned down, rolled in smoking papers. And everyone befriended with acceptance. Tolerance has no meaning on the other side of the wall, where monkeys can’t talk.

Nothing gives birth to something. Something has to be better than nothing. Why? A group of happy monkeys shouts from the back. Short stories are written on bathroom doors. Nobody really gives a fuck about A+B equals love but nevertheless they read it while taking a dump. And sometimes while sitting there, some are imagining of how A or B looks like, or how’s they’re life compared to them. Then the inevitable produces. They rise, wipe their ass and leave.

Behind the wall everyone is equal. Everyone is accepted as a monkey.