Fear of Love

Have you ever met Love under your own steam,
probably somewhere around the Western Province..?
Did you see her wander all alone in the Colombo District..?
I heard she got in to a bus from the Northern hemisphere
May be she is sitting right next to you,
on this bus, no matter where it’s heading
Hold her hand and whisper to her ears… when everything is silent like when no man is in tears
Never leave her alone with the tyrants they roam in this Province of fear

Love, she is an angel sent by God
Trying to send as many of us
In to the All Mighty’s arms
She is in love with the Province Western
Wanting to get married with, on the discussion table
The Ministry of Defense utters in fear
Love, she is wearing a suicider’s gears
Love, she is wearing C4 around her belly full of tears

We shiver in panic and play the dance of horror
Love, she will make flesh with C4 fire
Flesh is the uniform of legalized fear

They say love is a sacrifice, so she has sacrificed her fears
So Love she makes love in buses
Trying so hard to release us from our primal fear
Strip us naked from this official flesh we fear
Flesh is the Chinese Wall that keeps us aloof
from the words spoken with her

They say love is a sacrifice, so she has sacrificed her fears
So Love, she makes love in buses
Trying so hard to release us from our fear
Strip us naked from this official flesh we fear
With the innocent wish of meeting us in heaven
So then we shall speak to her with no whims of horror

Why bother with all these check points my dear..?
Let her make love with the vagabonds in fear
Let her liberate this mass throttling in terror

She will blow us straight in to the heavens
There we can nicely talk with her, with each other,
In heaven, there is no world’s fourth wonder

Get in to a bus from the Pettah station
Choose your own route how about 137
Make that wish come on ring it inside your head, “I shall meet her inside this beautiful bus like train”
The cogwheels might spin without the metal chains

The Farm

Out of this coma

Will you walk me with you my precious…?
Forgive me not, if you knows not how to murder false innocence
There is a place in them hearts
They breathe no green winds
They rain in Liquid Petroleum to replace the olive winds...
And why not my love…..?
Ain’t it so soft like a light blue stream…?
blind man never dares the poltergeist beings

Do you know,
the name of true love…?
Do you hear them DJs…
How they play it with tombs
and vowels hung from above…..?

So have you heard
the name of true love….?
The great old Bob Dylan sang the wildest old song
The answer he sang is ‘blowing in them winds’
But the answer my friend is not blowing in the wind

So did you find the name of true love…?
Here it is carved… on a shining Mercedes Benz, brand new and warm
And when you are down with your sleeves no one to hear you listen…
drowning in your backyard shores
porn... isn't it your religion and correct me if I’m wrong... you are wrong…

‘A drowning man is not troubled by rain’
Love of my name… is chaste insane
The deserts they ride on the cold glacier winds
Can three mighty banks…
Keep a river from drowning its own water streams……?

So the Americans they make the canoes of Dollar debt,
to keep us safe from the canoes of Dollar debt
They pull down the rope, to land on the moon with ease
Shall we fertilize its soil and start a newborns farm the great right-wing deal….?

Democracy for the Earth
so never them frogs, jump backwards when they are big….
war against war they silently scream….
Seek for W.M.Ds where the children merrily sleep, on rainbows with green horses, dancing over the seas…
And yes we are the empty sacks… that can not stand up on its rotten feet

Speak to me Mother…

Oh mom my sweet dear mom
Will you turn your ear to your baby’s little song….?
He is about to sing you sweet…, a little too long

Oh mother my mother my pretty looking mother
Who stamped you that name….?
What name…? Your name…
A deaf parrot would suit your game

Remember the days we walked together
You held my hand on the A9 path of fear
There were no hills upon that moon my dear
So the dam broke up so many years too sooner

Sri Lanka, you my mother, virgins we know never bear no children
So do you go to my fathersss’ lands…? Do they think of me when they can….?
Is it more bigger than my motherland…?
Mother my mother speak to me now when you can…
All the men were fond of your lusty curves…?
Tell me now…
Did they stimulate you inside the bunker caves…. and seduced your mind with check points and army caves….?
And did they all use Viagra, before you taste a slice of Adam’s apple….?
And didn’t you meet Eve as a precautionary measure …?
Sri Lanka my mother you are my landowner… Tell me now my DNA ladder …
Tell me now because I have the map of heaven and no they have no sewers...

Do they pay you enough for this burning summer…?
My mother are you sold out for a few dollars…?
Awurudu and Vesak fuel the engine more higher
Aren’t you sold out for a few more dollars…?

Oh mother my mother, my landlady cum mother, why are your lullabies sound so vulgar….?
Twenty million bastards you have thrown out of your caring slither
You lease them your minefields in those backyards for sure
Your home guards do the rest yes for sure

Allow me to draw your first blood my mother
Sri Lanka are you a masochist my mother…?
Lie down on this couch, don’t be afraid it floats on water
No visitor is allowed to see you answer

So tell me now my holiest mother…

Aren’t we the babies pouring out of those fathers’ sewers…?