end to endurance
the bleeding horn of my proud bull
is carried upon this shore
and no man\'s land the little white birds
depart in fair.
wherever I go the sun is lonely
and if you find a broken rib
it is that Adam was buried in this land.
the lion must learn to swim
and wherever I go
are two white bulls licking their knobs,
this is the universe
wise-----son you know
one day we will grow
and supply them with iron fists.
whoever willing to come after me
must learn too, must learn too,
to amend a broken heart
for I have been buried between two worlds,
hell and paradise.
ride to the win field
the leaves are greener than the
grass grown on this bank,
rain cannot make them pale,
a new covenant the sun signed yesterday
keeps butterflies relaxing on the leaves.
but once I am done acting all
I will go to collect the fallen bark alone,
the day has come, the new sun by the dawn
is surfacing the eastern gates.
after the creation is well discussed
I will go to the meadow and bury my flesh,
the first kiss by the sight is colder,
second is always a dream fade away.
many say, if you lie naked as does Adam
you will fear losing a rib to be true.
you will buy dolls to give away a rib.
the more this day shines, the better our life,
life and life, love and life, living and life,
this is the orthodox we lost after leaving
eden moving to the north, moving home.
the ride to the win field made death sit
waiting for a man to stumble,
death and death, life and death, love and death,
this is the matrix we brought to our existence
after departing from eden heading to west,
riding to the win field.
in between the cornfields a gravestone
was lifted and in it a busy flesh was found,
the day moon shines, the brighter the burying ground.
when we dissemble our eternity
we looked at the sun and say,
if man was created in your image,
the world and the world, the world and troubles
would not have double day by day,
the rays would have keep them away from meeting.
this is the phenomena, we live and we die.
and the first kiss is holiness,
a thing meant for Idolators and felonies,
the second kiss is death,
a thing meant for inquirers and mortal men,
but death is the cause of all knowledge and wisdom.
or should it be a must when men ride to win field?
behind every successful moment
we must know death is coming and hurry to achieve.