Hate The machine
Uncontrollable I did not break no dish
Screaming FUCK FUCK I did eberything right
Tearing me apart I smelled sister in laws dish rag
You can never see I liked the pattern of her jean pocket lining I smelled that too
You'll never understand poets reborn their lyrics die
It's not fucking possible how could I be so deep in a shallow world ?
Because you don't even try care about what I see in a mirror ?
You wish for so much I don't know if what I want wants me
Yet you're not willing to give because I gave it all away
Controlling everything con the trolling, the mistress and her green lawns my seed
It's not worth it turn the tables desire dominance
Deep down
I know this
Yet still I try
And for what?
Absolutely nothing
Not a damned thing is there anymore
It's all gone
Washed away in the flood
You can't escape your past
FUCK YOU!
You'll never see
You've never felt pain
You've never dealt with betrayal
You have no clue what it's like
To be torn apart
From the inside the apprentice becomes the master
Everything ripped out of you magic breathes when wind knocked out of magic
There's nothing left butterfly wings from out of a cocoon
like xylem sucking earth core water table we don't see under desert oasis
And then you're filled
With things that only other people want Do they want me really ?
Until you're nothing but what they want you to be true but it isn't me who they want
And then they leave you
After they fucking make you
They fucking leave you
With nothing
With nobody
With no hopes love hope faith drive hunger done
And no dreams no conscience no nightmares
people do only what they can get away doing and no more
An empty shell my guitar hears me sing
Filled with their ideas someone has sung my song from the begining
Their hopes
Their dreams I know what I wanted
Their cast offs
Their faults when I say hi you smile
Their flaws scar tissue
Their falsities reality
You're nothing but their fucking garbage I am the toxic sperm carrier nuclear atomic damnapple
And you have to dig your way out
Tearing through the waste
Trying to find a shred of something good Is she real, is she s decoy?
Something to hold onto What a hot mom ass, did I even see her child?
Something you can never fucking have
And as you search I drank water in the kid park because I was poor and thirsty
And search
And search
You realize there's no getting out
You'll never get rid of the trash they shoved into you actually I don't give a damn, I am good enough
for whatever occurs
Contaminated, you seek
Infecting others to alleviate the loneliness what is the opposite of loneliness, I do not know what
real friends are, real brother, real mother, real teacher, is anyone real?
Till you get slammed with the worst wrestling is fake also
You're still what they made you I fucked my flip flop it felt good, I always do something new that is me,
that is my progeny, they too will fuck flip flops like me, and I don't feel
bad about sitting bull either
And you're doing it to others
So you stop
But it's still IN YOU!
Now to get rid of it
How?
It's impossible
It's part of you
It'll always be there Impulses can be driven out in time, I am patient I trust the grand
illusion
So you live with it
And hope and fucking pray
To a god you don't believe in
That it'll never take over
But it's always there
In the back of your mind
Deep in your heart
You can't escape it
You can't get rid of it
You can't do anything
But live I will smoke 40 cigarettes when I get out of hell, right now I can't have a
beer either but I know times will change, I will drink again even if they
want this blind monk to make more Champagne I can do it over and over
again, until the last time
adoy upside down
hope
Don't try to help me
You'll only make it worse
Don't pity me for this
I'll only hate you more
Don't think I'll be ok
I know I'll never be
Don't hope for me
You're wasting your time
Don't ever think you know me
I don't even know myself
Vampariah's Poetry
INSOMNIA
19 Jul 07 4:39 am
The sandman
Just like cocaine and chocolate the Aztec took two three steps to take
so the sulphur in rubber Vulcanized freed from sulpher in bomb blasting rubber
rubber is weak
rubber needs many steps to make
just like cocaine and chocolate
the smell of burning rubber and blasting caps of TNT
you can throw stones in glass houses for glass is sand and sand comes from stone
you throw again when rock meets rock
so throw stones in glass houses, from glass houses in glass houses
because glass houses are made of stone
The sandman
Just like cocaine and chocolate the Aztec took two three steps to take
so the sulphur in rubber Vulcanized freed from sulpher in bomb blasting rubber
rubber is weak
rubber needs many steps to make
just like cocaine and chocolate
the smell of burning rubber and blasting caps of TNT
you can throw stones in glass houses for glass is sand and sand comes from stone
you throw again when rock meets rock
so throw stones in glass houses, from glass houses in glass houses
because glass houses are made of stone
Virgin whore
alright then I am not a virgin. I gave the transsexual 100 dollars, she used sparkle lube, had a green star around her neck area, and when she kicked me out of her apartment in New Jersey I stood on the corner and watched the first snow come down of December. This had to be like 7 years ago. I always say I never paid for sex, but I got the reaming.
Anyways writers have to do everything, and so according to Webster, I am not a virgin. Fortunately the thickness of the members only club was very limited. I did have some crinoline effects under my eyes after wards. I couldn't believe a transsexual didn't have good lube.
Anyways writers have to do everything, and so according to Webster, I am not a virgin. Fortunately the thickness of the members only club was very limited. I did have some crinoline effects under my eyes after wards. I couldn't believe a transsexual didn't have good lube.
HUNG
Get Tar
Heart of King
the Axe Begging
the Sword does not Kill
what she does with Golf ball
and the Pen that makes this pen tip wiggle
shake my tails
-istic
missed it
I have no name
I am a verb
gone
swoosh
peace pipe like a push
from a cliff
Heart of King
the Axe Begging
the Sword does not Kill
what she does with Golf ball
and the Pen that makes this pen tip wiggle
shake my tails
-istic
missed it
I have no name
I am a verb
gone
swoosh
peace pipe like a push
from a cliff
This is poetry
The watchers of the game
Look, to communicate. I don't think my father ever loved my mother and vice versa, I think, because the strangest thing about my dad is that, if anyone is the god around this house he is, not me.
I have told my dad for the longest, that I know how life works, a man cannot build a pedastal and place himself on it. My father found the honey sex pot of gold exactly 17 years younger than him, the best looking female he could find, and reproduced himself in a manner that would create a person that could build for him a pedastal. I am will ing to do that. I am a very respectful person and I answer to the bells of antiquity, and the funny thing, is that when you build such an enormous stage for someone, people like that you can do that. He gave life to me, I know for me to be great, and it had nothing to do with him, because he is happy with no bubble gum too.
There is something about responsibility in life that is sacred. Responsibility is one of the most important qualities in life for a person to have. Responsiblity is the group of philosophical values of what matters to you, and stick to it ness of holding on loosely to things so they don't slip out of your hand. To always move towards some back burner goal on the horizon, for everything that you accumulate to add up to something that is more than the sum of its parts.
Now, my father for some reason, has been in the center of life, and the people, maybe it was just the powers that be that chose him, or he just farts at the right time, and people noticed that that was the time of the last nearly perfected broken one, since my male family line comes from a vampire a long ways back that redid his genetics to such an extent giants and dwarfs came from his bloodline. This vampire burned, his named was Anthony, and I come from the n'Dinine line of this man that burned like the sun, I am talking maybe 400 years ago. n'Dinine means the ones who came from Anthony.
Now I have a handler that walks me around when everyone in the hood coomes out at the same time everyday, he knows where everyone is, and I listen to him religiously because he knows when I am about to appear, except he will exit his door right when I pass his house and he has got no scouts, you see....
He told me one time, that didn't you ever notice how the old masters painted the eyes so perfectly? Then I went home later and I looked in the mirror, and the disease in my eyes was gone. That was one lesson. He has had many lessons for me and he never will tell me, David you have done you're eyes right, he will go about it in a manner that is not indicative of that he is implanting any seed of knowledge into me at all. It will be later on when I understand the things he includes in the hum drum.
Now that you know this Saint, Peter and you know how he communicates to me the things I am supposed to know, now I will tell you why I wrote all this to answer your question about the relevancy of Islam in my life.
Um Saint Pete said to me one day, David, did you ever notice how sometimes things take like 40, 50, 60, years to happen and there are cycles of things that mature in these AGES ?????
I was like yeah, I am all into that, I believe life is a marathon, that is my mantra, moving one stone in life, going for a lifetime paycheck rather than needing money for a girlfriend to cover up my weaknesses.
Anyways, I stray from the point, only for me to learn something about myself through writing. But, my father, has met most of the Presidents has hung with most of the last Kings of the major countries, met the great athletes, artists anyone everyone who was an icon in the non Paris Hilton sense of the word. People who rose to power because they had ability. The back bone of the 20th Century. It started when he was a young man and he was on the bee line to Germany in the War, and in peace he followed a similiar line of being in the thick of things like a Hemmingway would. Except my father is not a writer. I have chronicalled all this.
I don't know why the Icon makers chose him to be the witness to it all, I think someone is just chosen, the Virgin Maria arrangement of Public hair on my belly button is only a symbol of god, it doesn't mean he is a god or I am, since we all can potentially be gods....
The thing is, it is the symbol of God that we carry, this thing of nature that the rest of the clan laid down all their lives to preserve to keep alive this representative potato chip of Jesus.
This is what was left after Anthony burned. There was the God essence in his belly button, and it was a symbol that we aren't dead until we are, so as long as you are alive, the village is gonna cover your ass, and pay your taxes if your crops get burned because of envy.
There are no gods, but believe me, there was an earthquake in my village 400 years ago, the winds changed the rain flowed and cleaned the sity of a stentch as old as time, and then Anthony's stink went away, and it was a miracle, the sickest man in the village, to rise from a death bed of ten years, and then almost look like a god, and then to see the tangle of pubic hair on his glory trail button.
People speak on other levels. Word gets around of true miracles. The godhead that gets created 400 years back nearly perfected, gets placed with th ebottom half that was lost, and the male brain, the holy graile, together with the strength of the libido of gold, form a new heart, that which was me. The heart that had to be broke to know what a heart was, and is.
So, I was born with 12 females in a convent, and I was the 13th child, perhaps at a time, when the governments didn't speak about it, that there was a dearth in the making of boys, because the human race was dying. And so, this red carpet follows me, and I am shown the world, and I am forced into the best schools only the best newpapers admit to being the best schools, and the rest of the privilaged go to Ivy League Schools and keep their relay race batons in their hands. My education could not have been better. I don't think I got into Bronx Science. I don't think they even graded my test. I was an idiot, not even a savant. I was in my own world, enjoying the space of virginity in my head. They pushed me along because I had the face to face anything, I had the heart to endure anything, and I was a seed planted so well, books written years before I was born already knew I was to hold those books and I was to be the one to integrate all that my father faced which was everything. OK so I bit off more than I could chew, and I got physically carried away many times, but this is understandable. This is life.
The Islamic peoples were right, the Messiah did come this year. They are watchers. They are the Ancient negroid Egyptians that turned into Islamic peoples, and all other white came from. It happened at the pyramids, at the tops of the pyramids, the sport of kings for all, they ruled the world, and they did not lose the world like the Orientals did, no offence, something turned the Orientals into aliens that could not be retrieved. I have received messages about your peoples. I maybe can save them with an intestinal track that has no smell, the breath sweet like the blind man said I had, and a body that doesn't sweat even under duress, for when Anthony became the last vampire of pure mind, he gave me a third kidney which I carry, and which is why I don't sweat.
The Arabic peoples are the keepers of the Soul of mankind. They are the watchers, they don't have to do it anymore, because they did it right. They do not fight in their villages, and they pretend to be evil killers so that the rest of us don't think of bombing children day care centers in Oklahoma City. The Islamic People will fake being evil, so that it polarizes the rest of us to being good. They have evolved right, and they treat each other well.
Life out there is all a game, it is a distraction that takes into account human nurture through coercion, and forces us to be the best we can be. It is a game, and it is designed to make us all winners. The Islamic peoples let me know I am the one that was predeicted to rise from hell, because something in the past chose my future seed to take the trip you all know about and whch I speak on the streets with the same force. I am not ashamed, I am not honored, I am not a god, though I have had god powers slit through my hands, I am a messenger of the first order, I am a deliverer of the truth, that is all.
There will be no knew religion this time, you will get the unadulterated truth, because civilization required it. Times are a changing. It has been done, I can die again, it is over, they don't even need my seed. Time buries lies, it buries incompleteness, and in the future whole ones will rise again until the sun cools, heats, recedes then explodes.
Look, to communicate. I don't think my father ever loved my mother and vice versa, I think, because the strangest thing about my dad is that, if anyone is the god around this house he is, not me.
I have told my dad for the longest, that I know how life works, a man cannot build a pedastal and place himself on it. My father found the honey sex pot of gold exactly 17 years younger than him, the best looking female he could find, and reproduced himself in a manner that would create a person that could build for him a pedastal. I am will ing to do that. I am a very respectful person and I answer to the bells of antiquity, and the funny thing, is that when you build such an enormous stage for someone, people like that you can do that. He gave life to me, I know for me to be great, and it had nothing to do with him, because he is happy with no bubble gum too.
There is something about responsibility in life that is sacred. Responsibility is one of the most important qualities in life for a person to have. Responsiblity is the group of philosophical values of what matters to you, and stick to it ness of holding on loosely to things so they don't slip out of your hand. To always move towards some back burner goal on the horizon, for everything that you accumulate to add up to something that is more than the sum of its parts.
Now, my father for some reason, has been in the center of life, and the people, maybe it was just the powers that be that chose him, or he just farts at the right time, and people noticed that that was the time of the last nearly perfected broken one, since my male family line comes from a vampire a long ways back that redid his genetics to such an extent giants and dwarfs came from his bloodline. This vampire burned, his named was Anthony, and I come from the n'Dinine line of this man that burned like the sun, I am talking maybe 400 years ago. n'Dinine means the ones who came from Anthony.
Now I have a handler that walks me around when everyone in the hood coomes out at the same time everyday, he knows where everyone is, and I listen to him religiously because he knows when I am about to appear, except he will exit his door right when I pass his house and he has got no scouts, you see....
He told me one time, that didn't you ever notice how the old masters painted the eyes so perfectly? Then I went home later and I looked in the mirror, and the disease in my eyes was gone. That was one lesson. He has had many lessons for me and he never will tell me, David you have done you're eyes right, he will go about it in a manner that is not indicative of that he is implanting any seed of knowledge into me at all. It will be later on when I understand the things he includes in the hum drum.
Now that you know this Saint, Peter and you know how he communicates to me the things I am supposed to know, now I will tell you why I wrote all this to answer your question about the relevancy of Islam in my life.
Um Saint Pete said to me one day, David, did you ever notice how sometimes things take like 40, 50, 60, years to happen and there are cycles of things that mature in these AGES ?????
I was like yeah, I am all into that, I believe life is a marathon, that is my mantra, moving one stone in life, going for a lifetime paycheck rather than needing money for a girlfriend to cover up my weaknesses.
Anyways, I stray from the point, only for me to learn something about myself through writing. But, my father, has met most of the Presidents has hung with most of the last Kings of the major countries, met the great athletes, artists anyone everyone who was an icon in the non Paris Hilton sense of the word. People who rose to power because they had ability. The back bone of the 20th Century. It started when he was a young man and he was on the bee line to Germany in the War, and in peace he followed a similiar line of being in the thick of things like a Hemmingway would. Except my father is not a writer. I have chronicalled all this.
I don't know why the Icon makers chose him to be the witness to it all, I think someone is just chosen, the Virgin Maria arrangement of Public hair on my belly button is only a symbol of god, it doesn't mean he is a god or I am, since we all can potentially be gods....
The thing is, it is the symbol of God that we carry, this thing of nature that the rest of the clan laid down all their lives to preserve to keep alive this representative potato chip of Jesus.
This is what was left after Anthony burned. There was the God essence in his belly button, and it was a symbol that we aren't dead until we are, so as long as you are alive, the village is gonna cover your ass, and pay your taxes if your crops get burned because of envy.
There are no gods, but believe me, there was an earthquake in my village 400 years ago, the winds changed the rain flowed and cleaned the sity of a stentch as old as time, and then Anthony's stink went away, and it was a miracle, the sickest man in the village, to rise from a death bed of ten years, and then almost look like a god, and then to see the tangle of pubic hair on his glory trail button.
People speak on other levels. Word gets around of true miracles. The godhead that gets created 400 years back nearly perfected, gets placed with th ebottom half that was lost, and the male brain, the holy graile, together with the strength of the libido of gold, form a new heart, that which was me. The heart that had to be broke to know what a heart was, and is.
So, I was born with 12 females in a convent, and I was the 13th child, perhaps at a time, when the governments didn't speak about it, that there was a dearth in the making of boys, because the human race was dying. And so, this red carpet follows me, and I am shown the world, and I am forced into the best schools only the best newpapers admit to being the best schools, and the rest of the privilaged go to Ivy League Schools and keep their relay race batons in their hands. My education could not have been better. I don't think I got into Bronx Science. I don't think they even graded my test. I was an idiot, not even a savant. I was in my own world, enjoying the space of virginity in my head. They pushed me along because I had the face to face anything, I had the heart to endure anything, and I was a seed planted so well, books written years before I was born already knew I was to hold those books and I was to be the one to integrate all that my father faced which was everything. OK so I bit off more than I could chew, and I got physically carried away many times, but this is understandable. This is life.
The Islamic peoples were right, the Messiah did come this year. They are watchers. They are the Ancient negroid Egyptians that turned into Islamic peoples, and all other white came from. It happened at the pyramids, at the tops of the pyramids, the sport of kings for all, they ruled the world, and they did not lose the world like the Orientals did, no offence, something turned the Orientals into aliens that could not be retrieved. I have received messages about your peoples. I maybe can save them with an intestinal track that has no smell, the breath sweet like the blind man said I had, and a body that doesn't sweat even under duress, for when Anthony became the last vampire of pure mind, he gave me a third kidney which I carry, and which is why I don't sweat.
The Arabic peoples are the keepers of the Soul of mankind. They are the watchers, they don't have to do it anymore, because they did it right. They do not fight in their villages, and they pretend to be evil killers so that the rest of us don't think of bombing children day care centers in Oklahoma City. The Islamic People will fake being evil, so that it polarizes the rest of us to being good. They have evolved right, and they treat each other well.
Life out there is all a game, it is a distraction that takes into account human nurture through coercion, and forces us to be the best we can be. It is a game, and it is designed to make us all winners. The Islamic peoples let me know I am the one that was predeicted to rise from hell, because something in the past chose my future seed to take the trip you all know about and whch I speak on the streets with the same force. I am not ashamed, I am not honored, I am not a god, though I have had god powers slit through my hands, I am a messenger of the first order, I am a deliverer of the truth, that is all.
There will be no knew religion this time, you will get the unadulterated truth, because civilization required it. Times are a changing. It has been done, I can die again, it is over, they don't even need my seed. Time buries lies, it buries incompleteness, and in the future whole ones will rise again until the sun cools, heats, recedes then explodes.
3DEN
The sea of fire
and then I met my son
left brained not at all
there was nothing right about him
and yet he was right
but he didn't know why
he led me on a chase
it was all he could do
this time travel to get back to the one that
zombied him
it was not me
I can't put male brain into girls
so I let that dream die
and I cried fro my soul
take my heart
and I walked the bridge between the dark and the light
and I watched a fight like a girl would
because I had no balls
you do the math
I was gone
for the first time I was a spirit
fallen through the trap door of time
and I said to the one
I know my presence has never been appreciated
but maybe in the future they might need a man like me
I know how to do it
how to fill zombie devoid of dream minds
and I made a plan
and calculated with the moon and the dog star
when I would be ready
and then I woke up on a Sunday
it was Earth Day
and I was scared
for my hair was blowing away in the wind
and my bowl of cherries was the pits
but then I put on the radio
and danced with the matress
pressed my hips into pinkness
I was a pirate with one eye closed
all three legs were wooden
and my girls knew I was in the right
for a house divided cannot stand
and I was not a man
I was a donkey whom could bring into this world Jenny's
a shitload of Jenny's
all jackass girls with nothing in their velvet goldmines
and not one sign of me in their heads
just my pearly smile and animal brainstem
and a remembrance of what I had seen
like two orbitals of gun shot wounds to the back of the head
without eyes.
I am a man
a vessel for women, they fill me as I fill them
I don't want anymore power
please make it stop
they want me to do one more thing
bring back my boys from the netherworld
for the Egyptians have already named a star for them
in the beginning it was foretold
now leave me alone
I have always been a family man
I am packed and studded to the gills with fetuses
like fish that tried to eat me
like the Age of Pices that needed my scales
put me back into the sea for eternity
I know you don't want to see me
but I have done my duty
let me be simple and free
I ask for nothing more.
and then I met my son
left brained not at all
there was nothing right about him
and yet he was right
but he didn't know why
he led me on a chase
it was all he could do
this time travel to get back to the one that
zombied him
it was not me
I can't put male brain into girls
so I let that dream die
and I cried fro my soul
take my heart
and I walked the bridge between the dark and the light
and I watched a fight like a girl would
because I had no balls
you do the math
I was gone
for the first time I was a spirit
fallen through the trap door of time
and I said to the one
I know my presence has never been appreciated
but maybe in the future they might need a man like me
I know how to do it
how to fill zombie devoid of dream minds
and I made a plan
and calculated with the moon and the dog star
when I would be ready
and then I woke up on a Sunday
it was Earth Day
and I was scared
for my hair was blowing away in the wind
and my bowl of cherries was the pits
but then I put on the radio
and danced with the matress
pressed my hips into pinkness
I was a pirate with one eye closed
all three legs were wooden
and my girls knew I was in the right
for a house divided cannot stand
and I was not a man
I was a donkey whom could bring into this world Jenny's
a shitload of Jenny's
all jackass girls with nothing in their velvet goldmines
and not one sign of me in their heads
just my pearly smile and animal brainstem
and a remembrance of what I had seen
like two orbitals of gun shot wounds to the back of the head
without eyes.
I am a man
a vessel for women, they fill me as I fill them
I don't want anymore power
please make it stop
they want me to do one more thing
bring back my boys from the netherworld
for the Egyptians have already named a star for them
in the beginning it was foretold
now leave me alone
I have always been a family man
I am packed and studded to the gills with fetuses
like fish that tried to eat me
like the Age of Pices that needed my scales
put me back into the sea for eternity
I know you don't want to see me
but I have done my duty
let me be simple and free
I ask for nothing more.
Godevil
The old listen to the young now
for it is when youth speaks wisdom enters
I talk on my last walk
looking young but dazzled
by the universal spell
in which life powers are in stranglehold
pain upon the face and misery
teh screaming out for help without saying anything
and ominvorus fishes
that fly and bite Osiris Ostrich feather
as he walks on seas of flame
I have no woman to save me
other than my children that move my feet
unborn
I walk on eggs for them
not because the dream returns
that which was gone
and if I do get second wind of seed
this time I will not blow Dandelion to fertile the plains
I went to secure others happy pleasure
at mine own peril
with flying carnivorous fish
going for my plastic fly
and the Church gate was open
and an old man was on the floor
trampelled by time
rigamortis for the mortician to crack
the break from deaths grip
for the coroner to make up some story of death
when it is before we are born
twas decided the day we would die
I misresad the omen
and visited Cerberus instead of Sirus
GoDevil be good, GodEvil turn your trick
for they are one and the same
without resistance in the wire
no electricity doth flow
My Saint ears heard
this heavenly umbilical chord
the squeak of the hears door
was fortold
the time has come to take the old away
as a new baby was brought into the world
just yesterday
I can still see his white beard and hair
so longed to be on a cloud
near to her dear to him
the smoke ontop his head
his pointed gestuculation
this was my first impression
the man who would talk to anyone
because she was gone
I was the same
the last time I walked past
I said nothing
just gave him the nod
I knew him and he knew me
we were one and the same
men without women
except he had not to shop for one
and I was women shopping
He ran the Church from his wallet
so he could be near and dear to her again
and for me the heavens would reign love
in a different way
an airplane just ringed a finger for me
I type with one hand
pointed to the heavens
seated on the streets
now who will I talk to now that he is gone?
Then came Cerberus for he had oil
for the church gate squeak
was a ring of a bell for a fallen king
and a new king to be in his stead
had to come or the streets would empty even more
justs walk with wired ears for milk
and fake smiles
The police were on the other side
we had the conversation behind plate glass
The Diamond Dog could make it happen
like Pilates the pill that came late
to save the old man's lame fate
would I walk through seas on fire
burning swamp grass cattails
to erase unhappiness?
Would I risk all this that had been regiven?
Would I regift it?
and do the right thing for someone
when the age of Pices has us in the grips
would I be sliced and fed to the fish
The cops saw my mouth move,
but a force inside and all around
something so pervasive it could not be seen
took him at the appointed hour of day
that what ever it is, heard me
speak evil good.
for it is when youth speaks wisdom enters
I talk on my last walk
looking young but dazzled
by the universal spell
in which life powers are in stranglehold
pain upon the face and misery
teh screaming out for help without saying anything
and ominvorus fishes
that fly and bite Osiris Ostrich feather
as he walks on seas of flame
I have no woman to save me
other than my children that move my feet
unborn
I walk on eggs for them
not because the dream returns
that which was gone
and if I do get second wind of seed
this time I will not blow Dandelion to fertile the plains
I went to secure others happy pleasure
at mine own peril
with flying carnivorous fish
going for my plastic fly
and the Church gate was open
and an old man was on the floor
trampelled by time
rigamortis for the mortician to crack
the break from deaths grip
for the coroner to make up some story of death
when it is before we are born
twas decided the day we would die
I misresad the omen
and visited Cerberus instead of Sirus
GoDevil be good, GodEvil turn your trick
for they are one and the same
without resistance in the wire
no electricity doth flow
My Saint ears heard
this heavenly umbilical chord
the squeak of the hears door
was fortold
the time has come to take the old away
as a new baby was brought into the world
just yesterday
I can still see his white beard and hair
so longed to be on a cloud
near to her dear to him
the smoke ontop his head
his pointed gestuculation
this was my first impression
the man who would talk to anyone
because she was gone
I was the same
the last time I walked past
I said nothing
just gave him the nod
I knew him and he knew me
we were one and the same
men without women
except he had not to shop for one
and I was women shopping
He ran the Church from his wallet
so he could be near and dear to her again
and for me the heavens would reign love
in a different way
an airplane just ringed a finger for me
I type with one hand
pointed to the heavens
seated on the streets
now who will I talk to now that he is gone?
Then came Cerberus for he had oil
for the church gate squeak
was a ring of a bell for a fallen king
and a new king to be in his stead
had to come or the streets would empty even more
justs walk with wired ears for milk
and fake smiles
The police were on the other side
we had the conversation behind plate glass
The Diamond Dog could make it happen
like Pilates the pill that came late
to save the old man's lame fate
would I walk through seas on fire
burning swamp grass cattails
to erase unhappiness?
Would I risk all this that had been regiven?
Would I regift it?
and do the right thing for someone
when the age of Pices has us in the grips
would I be sliced and fed to the fish
The cops saw my mouth move,
but a force inside and all around
something so pervasive it could not be seen
took him at the appointed hour of day
that what ever it is, heard me
speak evil good.
On Music
Where did it begin?
A cough from upstairs and lyrics telling me to breathe
I held a breathing pattern
don't forget to breathe
then then then later
I held my breath
and Magick Sex
They said dance and dance I did
Puddle of Mud played on the radio
and I was gene kelly singing
in this rain
I have sores that sting
I have sores that sing.
I was a fool listening when I should have stayed still
but vampires love games
it is after all the way out
through the bottom of hell.
So I played along.
The Holy Ghost said pick up a bible
and I did
for no one else was telling me anything
the idea of what god might say is sublime
and it was getting less and less esoteric
so I went into the light
following the light in flip flops
in the dark
twas as if I was on shrooms
and the lines were highlighted
from the life given wood
God does not use toliet paper
Pilates lay there
and Jesus, said Mark, healed the lepers
by touch
reach for the skies
lay down and heal
feel the Greek ether fill the Holy Graile
and then the babble of the bible finally made sense.
Then Jets beat the giants
and the Giants beat the Jets
There was helicopters over my heart
there was contractors hammering pulse
driving in stakes
crucifixed in places that wouldn't bleed for I was dead
and then I could like Abe sit
or Abel die by Cain
to walk the earth
swimming without fins
and the smells went and came
and then I wept
three tears on the left
three tears on the right
cuz my boys can cry
for I have
Then my feet were pulled to the sky
for my brain leaked thru third eye
for I was not four eyes
though double vision made me see clear.
My head too leaned forwards
and I was an imal again
and then I was to play dead
for I was throwing away past lives
of all the good I did
when I healed me of the bad
I healed me of the good
and I was no artist anymore
no more children piano lessons
no more fake hands grabbing cells phones
switching ears
no more changing gears.
The time went, and the game had filled the boredom
and so iot was a matter of time
the Taxi had brought me to a ship of Fools
and I was the Captain that could marry
but not be married
The seasickness pukes swabbed the deck
The foghorn came
and the boat on the Nile sail sailed away
Noah and his moon arc
the 7 souls I was to get back
for God is time that creates things
and it heals all wounds
but in me was wound
the answer to mankind
what was real
what was false
the elaborate plan to make me seem insane
I can't tell you if the trip is inane
or to not to clap when the song you love
comes on
sing it only sometimes
don't forget to breathe.
A cough from upstairs and lyrics telling me to breathe
I held a breathing pattern
don't forget to breathe
then then then later
I held my breath
and Magick Sex
They said dance and dance I did
Puddle of Mud played on the radio
and I was gene kelly singing
in this rain
I have sores that sting
I have sores that sing.
I was a fool listening when I should have stayed still
but vampires love games
it is after all the way out
through the bottom of hell.
So I played along.
The Holy Ghost said pick up a bible
and I did
for no one else was telling me anything
the idea of what god might say is sublime
and it was getting less and less esoteric
so I went into the light
following the light in flip flops
in the dark
twas as if I was on shrooms
and the lines were highlighted
from the life given wood
God does not use toliet paper
Pilates lay there
and Jesus, said Mark, healed the lepers
by touch
reach for the skies
lay down and heal
feel the Greek ether fill the Holy Graile
and then the babble of the bible finally made sense.
Then Jets beat the giants
and the Giants beat the Jets
There was helicopters over my heart
there was contractors hammering pulse
driving in stakes
crucifixed in places that wouldn't bleed for I was dead
and then I could like Abe sit
or Abel die by Cain
to walk the earth
swimming without fins
and the smells went and came
and then I wept
three tears on the left
three tears on the right
cuz my boys can cry
for I have
Then my feet were pulled to the sky
for my brain leaked thru third eye
for I was not four eyes
though double vision made me see clear.
My head too leaned forwards
and I was an imal again
and then I was to play dead
for I was throwing away past lives
of all the good I did
when I healed me of the bad
I healed me of the good
and I was no artist anymore
no more children piano lessons
no more fake hands grabbing cells phones
switching ears
no more changing gears.
The time went, and the game had filled the boredom
and so iot was a matter of time
the Taxi had brought me to a ship of Fools
and I was the Captain that could marry
but not be married
The seasickness pukes swabbed the deck
The foghorn came
and the boat on the Nile sail sailed away
Noah and his moon arc
the 7 souls I was to get back
for God is time that creates things
and it heals all wounds
but in me was wound
the answer to mankind
what was real
what was false
the elaborate plan to make me seem insane
I can't tell you if the trip is inane
or to not to clap when the song you love
comes on
sing it only sometimes
don't forget to breathe.