love lives in your navel

Glad like a Grand ball to be first danced.

Laughed like the trickle of water that wets you there where you do not expect!

Walked miles and miles far away from home and did what was not done before in that same old cemented road of gloom.

stripped of nakedness up metal stairs running for our lives escaping our death

trembled like when it was cut that cord which you think that you cannot live without.

Returned from what was cut and after years it does not hurt anymore.

The navel that connects you to life. The navel destined to cut your habit of first water breaths.

Cut but it does not hurt anymore, the navel of earth has shifted center of heart...

The navel that now is tickled only by your heart. The navel that does not hurt anymore.

Because I have learnt to breathe. Because I have learnt to live outside the womb that left me alone.

Because I have cut the cord of surviving on my own.

when you 're playing with desire you can easily get on my fire...

I have never been amazed about how a song can actually inspire you.

Because it can, because words can, because love happens, because chords inside get struck.

I have been amazed about how people may affect a chord inside you and cause you the most negative energy. They have such an effect that they change your syntax from impersonal to personal. But there is always a catch in the catch that you throw to trap others.

too too soon... it is not all that.... because that is what writing is about... put the other across your screen... through your screen... the certainty that the energized power within me is dangling out is ha... certain

You have a choice... you can either "get stupid" and do what that one tells you you should do to get the money.. the carrot has been thrown and will you catch?

The time to throw the carrot for that one who tells others what to do... has come...

It will be hard, it will be devastating but if we are afraid now what good is it to live and not feel...you might as well be dead...

So throw your own carrot to your own dictator...

Dictating used to be fun... let us make it again what it used to be...

ours...

Can you I be really unstoppable?

Physically yes, visualization stops, dance vibration is non-visible to the human eye.

Internally,

whether in the soul depends on the weather of the soul. Do you have antennas that are genetically programmed to receive every single stimulation? If you are asked to cut and you cut can you forget you once parted with something?

whether in the beats of the heart that tells you it is working overtime every morning your foot presses on the gas screaming the emergency silently in your eyes on the road the emergency to be there to smile and say Goodmorning ( smile) let us try again to pretend we like what we do and of course we are here to help.... such a delightful job... who would be in it for the money?

whether in the O2 breathed in and out when you sit down on your office chair breathe the smoke burn some lung cells and drink the coffe of non-existence.

whether in the electrodes of the grey matter you were blessed with, now who can we find who can be convinced that they need help?

Or rather the question is who can I make think that they need me?


I am not unstoppable...you can stop me for a second and make me wonder.. .

Now after I have wondered....I have decided to take off from that plannet of BOTHER: "GET STUPID GET STUPID DONT STOP"

You can only be unstoppable in a world of WONDER>