Jawbreakers

What is this third-world revolution,
this far-away paradise?
These lines that slither all around,
like free rider jawbreakers -
And each words compensate for its own depth,
and we have conceived its depth
When emptiness is a revelry
then it is all that I want -
weepinf off your clothes
crying out your woes
But and still,
if the earth hued black,
would you want to make a stop?
if worlds crumble anew,
would you notice everything you do?
If poems turn to prose,
do I still have your love to lose?
...and I spin around
I spin around crying vastness in the ocean
And I don't feel like asking
But certainly, yet certainly...

Free Rider

In the yellow bus ride your eyes turn into white
In the middle of a taxi ride your story unfold in cries
Disturbed in rhetorical lines you cringe at the sound
One thousand tears and losing what you’ve already found

Here,
You’ll find your light
Here,
Weep,
You’ll find your might

So you’ve seen my bicycle do you want a ride,
Or would you rather walk beside an almighty god?
Here comes Satan now, you better run and hide
In the middle of a taxi ride your voice sounds too sad

Here,
We live to fight
Here,
Gravity’s defied

And I’ll turn to fly –
Break upon yourself
And I will sigh to try –
Reek upon yourself