Thursday, December 30, 2004

Mangled Though - Dec 31st

Destroy Delusions and Dissillusions or give me Reasoning, Reasons and Reason -

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Mangled Though - Dec 28

Plants and flowers like girls and woman confuse me completely.

Thursday, December 23, 2004

The Musical Life

What is this world that we live in
But a pretty tune never ending
A musical treat with all everything
Entertwining

Less light and so it changes
to a sombre song
A glass of water, thirsty ranges
comes a crystal song
A plant by my bedside add
an already pretty song
And then play music sad or glad
and it's just another instrument to my song

Seperate each aspect and all
Solos of the world's expression
Layed out, battle for your attention
To each and all they attempt a call

Monday, December 20, 2004

Things to remember in case I don't

Margaret Atwood is a very strange lady.

I saw it in a Dream

Follow me into my universe
Atop a Seuss-ian cliff
A port etching across trees
With a light brown light stone

My feet go and travers
This nature's blessing, stiff
Watching these glowing bees
And for a second, I am all alone

The moon there watching
Spreads her light across
How like a giant candle
Flickers in the leaves
Like Secret lovers dancing

Then like a silent blessing
On the early dew covered moss
Your foot a graceful dandle
It cries as it leaves
Wishing for more prancing

You nestle promptly next to me
A proud lion's grin

Completeness in this picture
All is well, all is complete
Lovers looking onto lovers
Holding one watching nature
Dance till the sun breaks the beat
To help you grow pretty flower


Atop my fancy's bay i'll never walk
And forgive me flower
If of you to me I always talk
As an inpenetrable dark tower
crocrodile moat and all

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Jack's wisdom

A purity envelopes him

Purely pouring dark angers

Evil clown or heavenly angel

Thoughts of who should dangle

Destroy the multiple blunders

Definitely purity within him

Should we be seeing how to improve her

Or are we meant to simply enjoy her

Should we gamble all or nothing

Or be satisfied with a weaker something

Mindless conviction is all we are

Why do something, why it be salvation

Why like it, why like her eye’s star

We just do, no explanation

Should be required when we are told

By ones to which we are sold

It`s stuck in my head...

This has been stuck in my head ALL DAY!!!

"Finished with my woman ’cause she couldn’t help me with my mind
People think I’m insane because I am browning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify

Can you help me thought you were my friend
Whoah yeah

I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late" - Black Sabbath - Paranoid Lyrics

Mangled Though - Dec 19

You`re a spiraling blackhole ripping me to pieces, every time I reach your mind`s enlightenment it rips me into tiny pieces and makes them spin-

Saturday, December 18, 2004

My Demon Child

Demon child saw me in my sleep
Whispered things that made me weep
Told me my road would be steep
But in the end, one I could keep


"Dont worry daddy sweet,
From your mind you made me

I`ll tell you my master key
Relax, calm down, listen and have a seat
"

And so she did and so I learnt
Of life, the world, candle`s magic tricks
Emotional conjunction as a sword
The power of worshipping tenant
Of this world full of pricks
To which you are the landlord


"Dont worry daddy sweet,
From your mind you made me
Where you want i`ll always be
All i`ve shown you here to eat"


And so I woke, a haze of glee
Wonder just to what I had a talk
To what I owed these honours
And to when i`de see it again,
As I see my orchid plant be
I know she`s in it`s stalk
And sends me messages through her flowers
Remembering her lessons again -

Thursday, December 16, 2004

Withered String

One day i’ll fly to the heavens

Wander to and frow in the frozen sky

Alone in a lose of hearten

Waiting in thought only to die

From my wedding band will dandle

A silken string oiled slippery

And all who wish to quarrel

To talk, listen, show and be

Will have to climb to my sanctuary

Climb an already withered string

For this is the string that I will bring

The string I use to commune with thee

Mangled Thought - Dec 16

How many wise men is the relentless fool worth?

Knifed Umbrellas

Planted am orange knife in her head

Pushed a button

And

Out

Popped

A purple umbrella

- And it was as anti-tear as the knife was anti-fear

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Bad Poetry - Dec 16 - 2

The Tree

Untold perils advancing to their doom

To a place full of gloom

Walk past a tree of solace

To the forever world of ever desolace

On the tree their sits a solitairy fruit

Only one tasting suit

Will know it’s pleasure

Can rub past and squeeze for preassure

-It is a mystery that-

The clouds around hide all in dark shrowd

And so nothing aloud

To grow in the area

But this tree of complete hysteria.

Leafless

And

Raped

Of

All

False

Sense

Of

Sanity

Bad Poetry - Dec 16

Tis never I but always circumstance

A jealous other’s unfriendly face

A person’s lack of constance

Questions and ideas to which I pace

Never has one come to accept

Offers of porcelaine’s care

Maybe I haven’t grasped the concept

Maybe it’s in my love for hair

The first I believed rather naivily

The second awoke something in me

From their it’s been but stare and despair

Even one true proved less than fair

To what avail should I these failures

Attribute be it to

Are my imaginings farther scriptures

People frightened by how high I flew

Or maybe underneath it all

Superficiality is the master of things

Goliath’s stature I can not call

To be of my natal stings

Whatever it is, it be no coincidence

When so many agree at once

Then it can be but the dunce

Who makes them run in constance

Sunday, December 12, 2004

Mangled Thought - Dec 11th

Woken by your visage's presence within my pillow's pilgrimage

Bad Poetry - September

Deceitful woe gone without presence be,
Presence not of me,
But presence of the miraculous other,
For which heart most definately flutters,

Insanity, paranoia, obsession combine,
Crushing hearts to powder fine,
Eating souls with it`s pretentious mouth,
If only she hadn`t gone sout,

Dreams of ecstatic flashes,
Come to me in light catches,
Stem sprouting from head`s side
Troubled eyes do but abide
Fear in that little nose,
Wish that there less clothes
Wish that there were more detail
Wish that it all werent so frail

Emotionless sentimentals, loveless romantics,
Paradoxical figures struck in private semantics,
Why lie to the self, others there is understanding
But you are one with you,
Why not say the truth to two,

Shine a light in this abyss,
And maybe from that springs a kiss,
Maybe even 20 nows away,
Remember every day,
Of pure magnetic influence,
Upon which you practice,
Killing things - - -