Max Pierre

Dear Electronic Kids

Electronic kids
O nature of mercy
All the kids in the world
shall become animated pictures
and behave and think
under the desire of the mask
Behind the mask
a monster is laughing
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The dreamer receives
the message from laughter-horror
between the lips of chaos
Electronic kids
All kids are seated
in front of the machine
for father and mother are not friends
for they are not friendly with the kids
Little animated pictures
that speak kill jump hate
fly and get angry
have become the feelings of the child
The machines have no souls
and the souls of the children
have become a box with power-lines
a box with wires and thermostats
light bulbs and metals
And the emotion of the children
Are to becoming Batmanhero
and dragonfire, dragonfly, powersnakes
The sensitivity of the children
is to cry when an animated picture dies
from not knowing how to swim

Dreamer O Dreamer

I am a dreamer on the sand near the ocean
I am throwing small rocks onto the sea
I am thinking of shifting
the path of humankind
I am thinking
what can I do to alter the world
I am fed-up with loneliness
My heart becomes so heavy
that I can no longer sway
Possessed by the desire to truly love
I went under the water searching for a heart

The Door to My Conscience

My door is wide open
and the sun is sneaking in
For what humans
have made of themselves
I don’t know how
to pull from my entrails
a big cry
and a river of tears
Look at this man outside
he is lynching the rainbow
Multicolor raindrops of blood
that are beating the earth
Our heart is a block of stone
inside a pure soul
We shall recover from madness
and come inside
along with ourselves
and our consciousness
along with all of us
in harmony in love

The Eyes of a Baby Girl

An old stone
a rock hardened with ages
she was born between
a clear sky and a deep blue sea

So she crossed the rivers
and rose from the deepened waters
With an island in her palms
she is carrying the eyes of a baby girl

Wild and loud were the echoes
in the flame of her life
Her laughs and teardrops traveled
back to the bay she was

In the mirrors around the city
she grew with the wings
that instantly she opened
to her days of elderly

Island lady bent
in the long tempests of the days
she danced in her wisdom
and sang in her solitude

The thunders of the years
slowed her down
She shivered by the darkness
of the lonely nights

She is holding the eyes of a baby girl
On the road to herself
she is traveling like a bullet train
to get her ways to paradise

In the garden of worship
her soul is a lamb bleating
In the water of eternity
she has an eternal life

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© 2007 by Max Pierre

Cover Design: Joseph McNair