These songs are for the resurrection of rebels from the rubbles of so many struggles…
for the exorcism of reality and sanctifying of the dreams…
These songs are for the ones you don’t hear… the ones that are different, misunderstood, curbed and unseen
These songs are for the odds of thoughts and imagination… they are for the filmography of emotions within the cinematic passion these songs are for “no, we won’t keep caution” and this conscious is sub and we crave the peaks of mountains
These songs are for millions lynched tongues… that have been buried so young
These songs are for humanity … for the revolution in every artery… for the fire in our bellies… for spilling love recklessly for free spirits soaring restlessly…
These songs are for me… for the bracelets… for never fitting in always outfit… for the poems hidden uobject under my pillow… and the metaphors carved down my marrow
These songs are the internal battles of endless wars and broken walls… for the adrenalin rushing, eyes popping, bones shaking, skulls smashing, roofs caving, tsunamis’ flooding, planets colliding and skies falling
And most importantly these songs are for you… for the universe inside your ribcages… for your excitements and out rages… for the rebels you call hearts… knocking on the walls of prison so hard… till death tears them apart…
These songs are for every part of you that is simply a piece of art… and every piece of you making peace with your scars… these songs are for your charms… for the dialogs between your arms… for your echoes in the dark… for the rhythm of your thoughts and every wow!
These songs are the poems that make you who you are.