my brother just told me that he walked with
 what was about to be
what used to be
what is and what will never be
On a beach where dreams play out on drive in screens
he told me how universal spirits ride the waves to touch the sand
said they whispered in his ear you will never die your successor is on his way
organise your justice just enough to justify your hate
open the door labeled trust
organise your love just enough to love what you must

In the middle of the hurricane breathe the still air
my brother my brother
In the middle of the world you still care

I told  him I hate the univocal voice of god and man
he smiled and said well sometimes thats the way things get done
sometimes thats how belief is born, sometimes thats how man holds his form
organise your language just enough to free your body and your mind
let your heart touch the walls of your soul
organise your dialogue just enough so you can hear your reading voice

indulgence was your drug of choice when did it become your drug of exsistence
drinking tequila and smoking joints, staying up alnight and popping acid for breakfast
then holding sessions for friends and people on fire, you'd tell them their future and read their minds, they called you the head and hung onto every word you said
Your best friend  little Ricky was bashed to death and you set out and took revenge with a velocity and a ferosity that scared every one away. The untamed warrior wiped
the blood from his knife a life for a life, but whose life paid for the one you lost.