I think I have found Albion

Bleak

Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
When Eternals spurn'd back his religion;
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.

Eternals I hear your call gladly,
Dictate swift winged words, & fear not
To unfold your dark visions of torment.

RAP

Bang! Set me Free!

I follow your hand
As it slaps the air
My feet tap in time
Strippin my soul bare

When I feel that call
Of the wild unknown
My excitement knows
That the jungle grows

It's the chaos cry
It's the smooth within
It's the freedom call
Of man and his sin

For from bright to dark
We all learn to shift
I'm a fucking juggler
And this is ma gift

P A Y M E

You like artists?

Pay me.

Let me sleep on your couch!
None of this 9-5 creatocrity,
I need to be outta bounds
I'm no hen bringing eggs, no tamed dragon,
Packaging fire for your niece to turn 12.
I'm no trained monkey, no paid bear

I shape my stuff wit the strifes of life,
Cosmic lava is what burns me inside,
Waterfalls carry me to the oceans, the rivers & the seas,
Eagles watch my step on the mountain, the one that just keeps growing,
Wrinkled mamas stroke scary stories into my arms,
Alcoholic voices rhythm my blues,
Opiate poets rip the veil to shreds in front of my eyes,
this morning, again,
Sorcerers take me on their shoulders & curse me for 7 years,
Drummers beat my soul out of my body,
& a kiss brings it back flying, forever

I'm a lover, man,
And I'm burning at all ends.

Sorry no entertainment,
We are serving for Peace here,
the everlasting kind
We will break laws to defend it,
To make our circles and dance
We are making justice here
It is hard enough to find.

Sorry no coffee today I'm afraid
you gonna have to wake up your own self
today
sorry mister,
no souvenir packaged flames from the hounds of hell for your daughter to burn her lashes with,
I'm afraid.

You can never let others get your kicks for you,
has nobody told you this yet mister,

are you sure?

un secret

Il faut qu'il y ait quelque chose qui gene.
Par le fait meme que cela gene, ca aide.
Une certaine contre-action, une supremacie
qui te perturbe et appelle une action reponse.(...)
Quelque chose qui existe dans d'autres racines que toi.

CRI

Je veux essayer un feminin terrible. Le cri de la revolte qui pietine, de l'angoisse armee en guerre, et de la revendication.

C’est comme la plainte d’un abîme qu’on ouvre : la terre blessée crie, mais de s voi x s’ é l è v ent , profon des co mm e l e tro u de l’ abîm e, et qu i s ont le tr o u de l’abîme qui crie.

Neutre. Feminin. Masculin.

maesta' majeste majesty

because it has lost the feeling on the one hand for seriousness and on the other hand for laughter;
because it has broken away from gravity, from effects that are immediate and painful- in a word, from Danger.

because it has lost a sense of real humour, a sense of laughter's power of psychical and anarchic dissociation.
because it has broken away from the spirit of profound anarchy which is at the root of all poetry.