The Shine

Damn good fresh air
from the lands of nowhere
spotless acts of divinity
hidden from the claws of pain

Green trees and green dragons
fighting and rumbling for her
long bridges of steel rain
closing the doors of fear

Mondays with shy intentions
and shameless words of hope

The princess is smiling
the town is gold

Tuesdays with dirty clouds
growing from love.


Scott Blake

The Glow

Madame Tearrou is angry
forbidden the big green doorlovely shines of red lips
cumming from her ears

Joline is a virgin
Joline is a stone

Madame Tearrou is hungry
the cupcake has gone
chocolate milk and heroin
acid wind on my bones

¡Joline, Joline!

¿Won´t you let me go?


Scott Blake

The Wings

Sweet little birds singing:

¡Please, please, please!

Coffee stones on my ribs
blue mountains of pain
falling all the way down

¡Please, please, please!

The hunter avoid us
the fresh trees won´t let us
to stay on the way
far from home

And the sweet little birds
are singing:

¡Please, please, please!

Don´t miss me
don´t let the fall come
and destroy my castle
of words with no meaning
and hope that won´t miss me
at all.


Scott Blake

The Night

The strings of my guitar
are upset with my fingers
jelousy and wicked sounds
all over my head

¡Licentiousness!

That's the reason of my madness
nights violating the pregnant days
crystal glasses of broken arrows
unicorns whithout imagination

¡Licentiousness!

Poems and letters from nowhere
humbling words of fake thoughts
gipsy black skin hidden from all
puppies with hopeless expression

¡Licentiousness!

Pictures of Neverland turists
postcards from no place
I dig the holes for my sadness
whispering unknown tales

¡Licentiousness!

I sold my soul to the Goddess
in exchange
I received nothing.


Scott Blake

The Truth

Dreams are dreamsand reality is reality

But if you mix them
they live

¡Dubi, Da, Do!


Scott Blake

The Poop

Millenary ancestors of divinity
roaming all through the jungle
whispering in shiny stripes
the colours of eternity

¡Shit!

Pounds and pounds of dirty shit
bringing up from naughty mouths
gambling big amounts of nothing
giving up the value of dull tears

¡Jesus!

Again Jesus
came to my poem

¡Shit!

Dark brown shoes dragging from nowhere
looking for the mother of insanity lies
living without two arms of fake charity
due to the cloudy and windy times

When I see a broken woman
I cry a broken shit.


Scott Blake

The Whore

Drink Drank Drunk
Aquarian & Gemini
dancing and filtring
over the rainbow

Bim Bam Bum
dolls and soldiers
porks and blasphemous
Nostradamus is dead

Joline is dead
Anthony is dead

High High High
over the sky
and above the dreams

The stars won´t shine
untill I save Joline

Down Down Down
and I climb death.


Scott Blake

The Cure

Ancient greeks and modern gloves
was never a good combination
the old buddies spread their wisdom
all around the blue constelation

Jumpy hipsters with skinny pants
driving their lifes into selfish hands
magicians and poets full of rhum
leaving their brains on the secret land

Joline ate my fear
the diarrhea ate Joline

Lambs and horses sucking the streets
whores and ladies talking to me
upside down reality over reality
juice of tears will never exist

Joline is sick

I change penicillin
for hope.


Scott Blake

The Song

¡Dubi, Da, Do!

The Devil inside me
is singing:

¡Dubi, Da, Do!


Scott Blake

The Cow

Little lady
tiny bones
black leather
hopeless words

I hear so many voices
I have so many sons
I lost my mind at all

Joline is sad
she has no home

I wish I were Jesus
with my dirty beard
and my dirty clothes

I wish I were a happy Unicorne
jumping and crumbling the hoots
out of the clutches of sadness

Joline is empty
she has no blood

I wish I were special
so the little ladies
could foal my sons.


Scott Blake

The Clock

There she goes

breathing and bleeding

leaving the world

over the rainbow

There she goes again

whispering in latin

throwing her madness

out of public domains

¡Ticky, Tac, Toc!

The useless clock

tries to survive

¡Tucky, Toc, Tac!

The meaning words

under arrest

suicidal hope

against the wall

¡Breathe!

Mother energy

took my body

on my first sigh.

Scott Blake

The Dwarf

I trust nothing
but stars never lie

¡Drums! ¡Lots of Drums!

I live in the mountains
drink the sacred water
of the sacred river
and sometimes
when I'm in silence
I can touch the sky

¡The little Dwarf!

My head is too heavy
fur such a leavy consciousness
So the eyes become scary
and relations a game
too unsave for my tiny body

¡Dragons and Witches!

I open the door
only when I'm sure whats behind
But I can't stand a moment
without opening doors

¡Shiny Colours! ¡Dreams!

If I were a child
I would never be here.


Scott Blake

The Perception

Drive through your mind
close your eyes deeply
encourage the end of the light
breathe

Point just what you see
precisely, with no doubt
and maybe belive it

What you see
is what you can explain
what you touch and you hear
is what you feel

Don´t ever belive in words
they are simply too little.



Scott Blake.

The Absinthe

¡Absinthe! ¡Absinthe!

the waves of madness
the milky mad bones

Joline is playing
near the shadow

To be dead
is to be born
under the cover
loneliness bones
milk and sugar
speedy worms

No more veins
absinthy brain
to be the same
is to be stoned

Joline is singing
near the silence

¡Absinthe! ¡Absinthe!
¿where are my ladies?
inside my bones
there´s no wisdom
of life at all.

Scott Blake.

The Doors

Through the doors of perception
I discovered the rise of a kingdom
further tales of utopic reality
the mistery of existance
is no longer a mistery

I percieved the forms and colours
I touched with my eyes the light
I descended the ladders of brightness
and no longer I'm scared

Peoples of the new world
with their dry and fossil brains
with their lack of perspective
with their extinguished hope
will no longer survive

I`ve seen the smile of the sun
the tears of the full moon
the words of wisdom
I've been a selfish lover
without a coin in my pocket
I've bought the whole world
and it's no longer for sale

The doors are open
the fear is gone
the open minded
the brave hearts
the free souls
will no longer die alone.

Scott Blake