betrayal

a beatific grin

lit his face

while a knife he clutched

with feline grace

i stepped into dark

where friendship was

but i knew in my heart

what was lost

and i let me be stabbed

just to see what it felt like

it felt good

in a masochistic kind of way...

Complaints from the heart

This place aint big enough for all of we

that girl, her and she

veg pat

my veggie patch has grown
overgrown actually
with neglect

rabits have run away
with my carrots

people have run away with my
potatoes
or was it those damn pigs again?

rooting through the torn earth
I must replant
at least a little

for where would I be without my Veggie Patch?

Close brush with death by auto accident

The bend looms as the death angel swoons
You are his dinner tonight
When you scraped through you sighed
But would that sigh have been so much sweeter
Had the fuel in your tank reached the end of its meter?

Taking flight into the ultimate fire of Truth

The sky is light
the light
is sky
the Might
is right
you are not

we are lost
unless we
are right
and we forgot what
right was
when we chose
to fight
without reason

when shame failed
to correct
and faith failed
to survive
within us
we were forsaken
to become
dust
thrown
into the fire
at the complete
mercy of Him

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