Fake Party People

Parrots in the dawn

tired after screaming all night long

peace around the bend

as sleep exercises its slow trend

they used up their reflexes

in crude unnecessary antics

and now when the time matters

there is no energy to get frantic

and now life calls for its fatal sacrifice

it's always there; it's grip like vice.

But now their energy is gone

and they revel in perpetual suppositions of a temporary dawn

knowing that the blight of the new days light

will only lambast their sleep dimmed eyes.

And they will dream lies

until the next party at sundown arrives.

The Greatest Jihad

The night is peace until the rising of the dawn
The day is a beast that will torment you long, long, long...

The greatest battles are fought inside
Glory is not for your fellows to decide

And so i fight from the crack of morn to the break of dusk
Through dead heat and lightning, thunder and dust.

New Age

a new age story;
the truth aint glory
convolution and lies;
the order of the day

whats your worry?
lies aint sorry
just make up another one
to cover your tracks by

death angel squawks

Hammer and tongs as the death angel squawks

why are you squawking my friend

isnt this what you want?

oh, yeaa..

im just pretending!

i am

i am floating man
like a frying pan
except im floating

like a piece of marzipan
well, not really
but it rhymes with frying pan

i am floating man

look up to me.

i am a flash
in the pan
in the haze of the blue sky

Judgement

a protagonist
of the greatest zeal
can he conquer
the combined forces of evil?

the last beelzebub
if you don't know who that is; click the link and look it up
will be killed
and the truth revealed

political bloodscape

executive
presidential reform
political deform
judicial retards

crimson flag
once yelow and green too
swallowed whole
by blood lust

enter the wars
of intelligence
open no more
but behind the scenes.

size matters sometimes

the big dog told the little dog
'the sands of time have wasted
the times of the great ones are here
and you must bow down to our fury
give me that bone'

the little dog looked up at him
'the sky is vast in its appearance
the earth is nothing in comparison
yet it exists by its own right
likewise, this bone is rightly mine'

The big dog looked violent
he was keening in indignation
my patience is wearing thin!
that cute little expression is not working!
give me that bone or shall i rip you to shreds?

The little dog let the bone drop
morphed into a massive dog
much bigger than the big dog
kiled the big dog
morphed back
and settled back with his bone.

Actually, thats not the way things turned out
but he could always dream and plot
as he sulks in his little alley spot
-if that big dog thinks he'll forget
this disgrace to the face of his little-dog race
he can think again.

anal

Is there any pleasure

Greater that you and i will find

Than when i have you bent over

And you're taking it from behind

Ripe, luscious

But you needent worry

The day I do anal

I truly will be sorry

temple of sex

temple of love hate revenge
sex, bigamy and destitution
false gods manifest
paganist infestation
pain
the devil eventually acts

Mental Insurgent

Hammering an internal wall of obstruction
Requesting release from this mental construction
Lost in a world of ignorance
Where 'knowledge' is simply; percieved common sense.

Real knowing will not arise in a society of fools
Real knowing asks of humans to be more than mere tools
Real knowing liberates,
A journey into space
And a moon of a time in the rides of the night
A senseless ezscapada into the realms of a mystery
Uncovered and officially rendered unmysterious.

The skyline jerked as the cow appeared
Jumping over the moon, mocking rationality
Mocking sense and everything sensible
Mocking knowledge too
But knowledge fortuantely was the fate of perception
In the minds of a blind fool
Therefore it was devised into a joke-
Hey we knew!
That the cow didnt really jump over the moon,
The moon stooped.

Liberate me fool
Break me down this barrier
You
Who is me
Or the me percieved
By my knowlegde of the world
That obscures
Truth

sadist

sadist, a
he was inside
he wanted to lure
to tempt in
and then destroy.

to demoralize
to enjoy
the pain brought on another
to punish
mistakes that they couldn't undo
that which they couldn't but help

cruel, he was
nasty
sadist
pleasure

A short song on moronism

a re-engeneered countenance based on moronism
(it is better an ism that fascism or communism
the latter without a mechanism
- provided by capitalism -
which threw it away due the lack of a purpose
of an ism, such as communism)

getting back to the point,
moronism;
its the ism to live by, to be cherished and preserved
when in an argument
when in a losing fight
to be used in reserve

an ism to dominate
the worst bouts of hate
an ism to create
the illusion of grandeur
the splint that holds your spine
in demoralizing times

the moron is upbeat
a confident face
which holds the world in disgrace
for ever thinking that this face
would crumble
and its composure replaced
by unrestraint.

stranglehold

Cupid's got a chokehold
And I'm fighting tooth and nail
Not least because
This scene is warped
But then again
Anything of this nature usually is

I cant decide what I want
I know its bad for me and it'll mean distraction
A whole lot of action and and monetary reduction
But my feet are on the ground and I have got some traction
I'm walking blind and deaf in that woman's direction

I'm writing jarring lines
I'm paying huge mental fines
my imagination runs a little wild
what do I do?

Do I take her out
or do I let her go?
Or do I ask her and see
If she'll let me in
And hope and pray
She doesn't
So I know that i've tried.

Oh ah yes!
Houston we have a problem
but nothing a little spacewalk
won't shake off
'Cos thats how i rumble

Cake

hello
can you hear me
I am left behind in the land of no cake
destined to wait for a call that never comes
for a door that never opens
left behind to convince myself
that cake tastes like shit anyway

To Sigmund

Sigmund are you listening?
I'm snorting up and trying to escape
my parents hate me and the world I cant take
Sigmund whats the solution?

the papers are full of bullshit that paint
a mysterious picture of the world and its ways
while the government smuggles in my coke
some poor moron with a joint gets pulled in for dope

The demons infest me Sigmund
I am not a man with hope
the poverty depresses me
cos its magnetism is too strong to behold

It drags me down into the gutter
coloring me brown with slime and green with snot
feeling my nether regions with pain and sharp obtuse angles
Sigmund are you there?

Or am I imagining you in your great white beard
all knowing, staring benevolently
confident and unafraid
or Sigmund, do my eyes simply misinterpret?

Are you but a loser just like all of us
who thought you could succeed in the realm of the psyche
you did, for you were good
but to understand the true nature of man, you never could.

a body

The beginning of the djinning of the corpse below the yew tree
the hair is thinning and she is old, old broken teeth
peeking through rotting lips
eyes already infested with maggots

did she not have a decent burial
a prose of sorts said at her farewell
a cluster of loving family
mustering for strength?

homo economicus

homo economicus
lives for his own gain
who cares about others' pain
when the lame dont even help the lame?

and the blind lead the blind
as my mind fogs up and my conscience whines
but it is ignored in pursuit of more
more happiness more wealth

more for me and less for you
for i am free and you are a fool
even though you are tied up
by me, for to me you are but a tool

i am the economic man
the bloke with a plan
to kill you and sell you
bones, skin, flesh and blood
any way i can

The Public Servant

Incarnate
devil
thou art a politician
a slave to the darkside
a people's servant?
the blood you spill
will not prove you right

you wake up
with the intent to steal
a careless attitude
to life and its appeal
as long as its not yours

Fuck you public servant!
your eyes belie your intentions
and if it wasnt for a false system
of fake equality and real prejudice
you'd be nothing but gutter slime

meant to congeal
to slow down the progress of society
to repress and aid in slavery
a tool of the darkside
a devil incarnate.

hate

in the night time
there is peace which floods
yes I know the next word
would have completed a cliche line
but then again oh what the hell i'll say it;

yes it floods my mind.

The roses of the evening
plastic and long lasting
they dont really smell good
but then again I've never really met a rose that did

I chased that bitch around the world
for an year and a half around curve after curve
flowers gifts the works
but she spurned me yet
she kept me on a line
stuck to a hook
never really telling me to get lost
and thus she spurred me on

I curse her memory.

the darkside of the free

They move as they gyrate. strippers. in my face. flesh pots and pots of alcohol dumped inside. intoxication. sex. more sex. intoxication and more

But I stand fazed

Fuck.

Am i gay?

So what the fuck are you gonna do about it even if I am? its a free country isnt it? We are all free to go moral-less, senseless brainless, gormless we are all free to cuss. to cuss and corrupt.

To destroy your kids' mind

Thats what.

That is the brain that is at work on the mentality of man. Freedom. Well I'll tell you a thing or two about it;

It destroys you. Freedom is an addiction just like anything else.

Freedom is the sun calling you and bit by bit, it will melt that wax that holds you so fragile in the air, it will slow you down and confuse you and finally, it will plunge you to death.

So beware, even freedom can destroy.

Cogs

YOU DEPRESS ME. YOU AND YOUR QUAINT LITTLE LIVES. NO ROOM FOR DREAMING, NO ROOM FOR ADVENTURE, YOU LOOK UPON ANYONE WITH THE ABILITY OR THE DARING TO DREAM AS A LOSER.

you are stuck in your little world of pleasures. Of posessions and money, of small daily victories that spur you on towards other small victories. There is no time or place in that mind, for you to dwell upon the stars, for you to dwell upon religion and Islam and the wonder of the universe.
There is no time, no place, you are truly cogs. Cogs in one giant machine.

It erks me to be with you. To have to put up with your narrow minded closeness for eight hours everyday. It depresses me that i am in there with you. Stuck in a place that you really don't mind being in. A place where you take the opportunity to make life a living hell as much as possible, to anyone else.

You are lost in a petty fight. And i, for the moment, have to put up with you.

whenever i masturbate

i find i think of your face.
when those last moments of passion escape
and my mind gets lost
in realms of sexual adventure,
you surface.

you and your face
your body as it gyrates
to the tune of a sensual song
in the back of your head

your tongue as it wraps around me
urging me to let free
to liberate myself
through the soiling of your face.

your hips as they vibrate
as i enter and then hesitate
hard, throbbing
murky did our minds go then
with fumes of passion..

and the picture of you lying
on cold hard ground
eyes closed and a lost expression
hands caressing breasts
as my tongue caresses you.

and then i blow my load
and i wonder wtf
you are still doing in my head.

Why

If feeling is breathing

There is no meaning in living

Why I hurt you and why I lied

Why the feelings just twisted inside

Why the pain never materialized

But in you it turned a thousand cycles

Why my love for you never died

But changed a hundred times.

When you cried

It broke my heart

When you lied

I was distraught

But nothing compares to the feelings when

I realized I hurt you then

And then again and all through those times

Again and again and again

Heartless, cold,

I was possessed.

I was possessed.

But possessed by what?



What demons were living in my core?

What heartless beings of blood and lust

Would tear you apart so?

I still don’t know.

sirens

its too bloody hot to write anything man

but i shall try..

there are songs playing in my head

mostly made up of girls' voices

different girls

different voices

they are singing like the sirens

'come to me!'

but im so stuck here mesmerized

listening to them sing

the remnants of hope

i see cupid about to shoot
his arrow is steady and he looks mean to boot
this time im surely screwed

thy eyes are unbeknownst to my deepest
my haunting cries of weherewithal ended
my solitude screaming for survival
it's brand image suspended

he aims at me he shoots
or at least he tries
i have dived behind a tree
but he got my ankle

it is a quite fortunate twist of fate
that Archillies wasn't me and i him
for then i'd have died no matter what glory came
and he'd have fallen hopelessly in love
with some magnamulous dame

Some hopeless witchcraft meant to trap and bound
some hopeless

huh
some hope.

Love hurts

It begins it begins
the ringing sing
of the deepest realms
the plunging upward.

knock me unconscious
with a feather.

love hurts
but sometimes its a good hurt
and it feels like im alive

ID: or why I blog

And then somewhere in january
he started a blog to vent his soul
there was fire in there that no water could perish
that carbon dioxide could not be used upon without killing his whole self
and to kill himself was not what he wanted

He was initially simply a joke
but then he got serious
and began to provoke
some deep shit

at least that's what he thought.

but he sees himself as his persona personified
as a being drunk on freedom
without the actual capacity to be free
with a fear constantly gnawing at him

that he would unwitting get close to that too close orb
that golden ball of searing heat
which will burn his wings and send him plummeting
to a death,

yes he identified with him
and his identity bore him to similie and analogy
to a safe haven? he didn't delude himself!
but drown himself in the flight of freedom he did

Breathing

He leapt into the darkness that the room plunged into when the light was switched off. He was carefree, the feel of linen releasing him into a world of clouds. Then he'd seen her face, the smile that she had worn when he had kissed her goodbye. He had said it before to himself, but she was beautiful.

Shy eyes curling in a surprised manner, maybe she was surprised at the nature of his actions in intitaiting it. She had been about to leave with a simple goodbye, but he couldn't handle that. He'd needed something more concrete. So he'd leaned forward and she'd responded. A bit hesitantly, a bit impulsively, a light brush of the cheeks, a softness he still felt.

A matchstck preserved without burning. Just because it was too stubborn to burn. A strange kind of sensation. For something so destined for one thing and one thing only, to completely refuse to fulfill its purpose.

A cigarette in the darkness, lit by the illumination of a cellphone. A blue bulb cover from a playground ride, stolen in a drunken stupor, serves for an ashtray. The smoke, wisps of silvery white, floated in the lighted shadow, breathing, he thought later, had never felt so... satisfying.

death must say goodbye

he stood there waiting for the girl he'd never seen
waiting for the world, his world
to walk around the corner
and light him up his obscene
his obscene
prose and poetry
his illiterate mind
of a moderation gone berserk
will they find out
i suppose it wont hurt

evils of a mind
collected and almost enshrined
almost but not quite
in the darkness of this cold weblog
its running down my legs now
an obscene confessional
to gape at and almost enjoy
almost but not quite

the silence it creeps between you and me.

national juris-prudence

you are cool
and i am obviously
a fool

but im not! since you're hot
i shall resist!

indeed thats my metric
to judge

the need to escape!

NO MORE!
Arhahahahahah!!

embarrassment
release
extrapolation
of nervous beliefs
of social
misadaptation

the psalms of lydia.

nevermore.

or am i just trying to explain away my grief?

of talking down my voices of reason

since they are obviously trying to commit treason

against the great nation

that is me.

Anger

The pinpoints of anger
screamed upwards from beyonder
than beyond.

in the depths of the lake of suphur
that used to be a coherent abode
of thoughts, feelings and occasional indulgence
in mental slumber

now it's on fire
unreasonable and inexpressible
disaster after disaster
rips through and abounds
in nameless anger
nameless and gormless
tactless and careless
ripping into the outer atmosphere
destroying it's mostly innocent
provoker.

I want to apologize
but i do not know
who i should apologize to.

To me?
to him?
to the world in general?
or is anger simply painted black
while its a thing of immesurable beauty
if used now and then
in dangerous circumstances?

a conundrum as an aside
boggles my mind
for theirein lies the answer
and the solution
to the mental torment
that threatens to overwhelm me
like a storm cloud that comes up
threatening a careless boat in too-deep seas

Phoenix

You
Flew,
Then you flew back,
Anew.

Yet
I know that
Like countless times before
You will fly again
Away towards the sun
Burning me in the process
Like you always do

Inhabitant

Boss
the echelons of human society puzzle me
there are despicable beings created within me that long to belong to the right circles
there are pitiful creatures of jealousy withering me from inside at the ease of others
there are criminals and demented people
there are whores and animals
yet i feel strangely drawn

i am lost
sure, you know my physical location
but
there are strange distortions in space and time that take place in your own reality
this must be a strange part of being human
to contemplate
being stuck between two worlds
being a ship stuck on top of rocks
solid in the midst of a storm

stick to what you know
and go after what you want
is the best advice i can come up with for myself

and what i want has no weight
what i want really shouldnt concern
this sidelined niche of society
yet i long secretively
self loathingly sometimes
although not too self loathingly.

if the sun is where we all fly to
then the rainbow you take to get there
does not really matter

there is something to be seen outside of every window

be it from inside a bus, merc or train

the paper dart

A fucked up paper dart
made to fly through and prick
and fall harmlessly to the ground

a piece of flimsy
a piece of light
a piece to potentially crumble
at the mere glimpse of firelight

this delusional
this illusional
bieng
of multiple purposes
chose to become a dart
rather than fodder for thought

sought to fight
with what meager means it could
with its weakling point
to inflict less than
a mosquito bite
and then to crumple
to be trampled
in the mud and dirt
instead of being preserved
in some library somewhere.

what drove it?
from a life of glamour
and relative comfort
of social acceptance
of respect and distinguishment?

what drove it
to acquire a licence
for one glorious flight
one glorious ride
only to end up a few seconds later
barely alive?

barely remembered
barely existent
was it all worthwhile?
for a momentary thrill
a one time high
of actually feeling alive?

Chaos

In his soul
for the unbroken mould of something at its core

in his mind
from the unborn dreams and wishes inside

in his heart
for dark and light, the desires of life

in his head
of matters pertaining to the future, for logical dread

chaos and storming fear, regret, emotion

pain.

that's all he cares about

everquest for deliverance from the traps of a past light

The tunnels of light
slip and stream past
as he walks in search of a giddy past
to kill it and move on
down his own little tunnel

The white bright
blinds him as he walks
the sight of hair flowing
around the next bend
sends him in search of his quarry

dark
raven black
tinged with color

to kill them
from his mind
the women of his past
the ones who had touched his soul

firebeing

neitzche looked into the abyss and the abyss looked back. he was a distraught soul who took himslef too seriously and inspired vows of silence in people who wanted to be fighter pilots who then found out they were colour blind and swore blindly at the sun in absolute agony and utter pain. the gain having been lost in the entire journey of remorse from the car to the cliff edge of sanity which was situated some distance from the road.

and he cried and he cried for a lifelong dream that was lost forever, he cried for a self that needed to find itself once again. he cried for the agitation running in his veins. he cried for the suppressed words never uttered to a dying grandparent who was stoned on the Heavy Stuff. He cried and cried and cried and cried.

Then he stopped. he had to. The tears dried up and all that was left were ripping sobs tearing up his throat. he stopped the tears and soon the sobbng stopped. and he was empty. he was just being. he was devoid. he was placid without the world inside him, yet the corners of his existence began to crumple as a piece of paper crumples before a flame when the fire of reality licks it, and he knew that soon the world would burn him up all over again.

pace

high flying

always trying

to overome the lethargy

that tiredness of the shoulders

that signals a slowdown of the beat

the slow fall to destruction then

is ever harder to recover from

pace yourself

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isolation in this chemical surrounding
the silence is deafening when my mind is open
thoughts scream .

The glass is clear
yet smeared with grime
but strangely a part of me
can see .

I feel
neopolitically obtuse
the sky calls
in all its glory and promise
of a freedom
The Freedom

The only type of freedom
that exists
is not here,
it is aspired to

away from here
beyond
a test tube existence

taking the red pill
still means you have to wait

white lie

I checked
yes it is true
i told a lie.

i thought it was small
yet
it was not exactly
nothing either

a lie
that betrayed someone
perhaps someone i do not know
when it seeped through the cosmos
of connections that exist
throughtout the strings
of intermingled life

This morning, while driving to work, i bypassed some traffic by going on the wrong lane for some distance and entering it again further down the road.

illusion

I think im gonna be sad
i think its today
yeah
the girl thats driving me mad
is going away
yeah

She went away
and now im grey
and the blood of my face has lost its color

she was my lover
my friend
a goddess
whom i knelt down
to worship

she was her
her was she
she was my
reality

she was pleasure
she was pain
and now i kiss her
memory

goodbye
again

and now i bury her
ashes
in the scattering winds
to float away
for i know
that now she means

nothing.

She was just an illusion,.

free ride

you're annoying
stuck up
a liar
behind
is nice though
and your bosom
is comfy
to love you or hate you
i can't decide

would you give me a free ride?

transmission 65 ih ^

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The creatures in the sphere uniquely unresponsive
are introverts in the main with heavy creative streaks
they are unable to refuse to communicate/socialize
launching test berringta 45 oh 7 r oh 6
**out

Black Magic!

you women
you don't know when you're in
you don't know when you're not

when you jumped
your skirts were all high up
but you denied it
even though i spied
it.

you try to belie
the evidence of my own eye
the testimony of my ears
the credibility of my words
and yet
you almost succeed
in haunting me
confusing me into submission
into a truth from a different vision

it's nothing short
of sorcery i tell you!

black magic!

Icarus

got some thing quirky to say?
not something intelligent per se?
then come fly away
into the reaches far yonder

the calm of the ocean
and the randomness of a thunderstorm
is a playgrond below me
as i soar towards the clouds
freedom running in my veins

there is a break up ahead
and suddenly behold!
all below me
is the topside of fluff
white gold in the streaming sunlight
gloriously yellow
strikingly blue

liberated
exhilerated
.wha..
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The summer breeze

The summer wind came blowing in from across the sea
it threw your hat and exposed your hair

they were lies!!

i thought it was blond but turns out its not

i thought you had dandruff, i was ok with that

but you've got lies, fleas even!

i LOVE you!

Bzzzzt

Bzzzt

Gzzzrrddtt

there is an ape sitting in a tree. now he is no more there though but we will soon know how he slipped and fell down the hill where JAck broke his crown in anticipation of Jill coming tubling down and in hope of the materialization of the one in a million chance that she would fall on his ]]]\\\\\*crotch[\+P((&*!

relay, failed/sorry boss