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It was like someone had stuff a chee chee up my choo choo, if you know what I mean. Its a strange and painful condition to feel inarticulate and stupid, rather liberating if you ask me. The kind of liberation that calls for nakedness and general oding on rain/sunshine/crystal meth. Its a battle cry! the violent variety. No Anna for me thank you. I’d rather just stab the waiter and laugh as blood sputters through his shiny white teeth. Who the fuck told you to serve me that disgusting dish you Hoar! In his eyes a look of horror gently fading into acceptance and eventually freezing on death. Hmm..an entire human life cycle repeated in 1 millionth the time! This is a valid social experiment. Mental note - *must conduct*

The lesson we have all learnt through this is that madness cannot be contrived under any circumstances. After facing and seeing enough. It is a the final state of mind, where the mind ceases to be. It is now a medium.

Does all of music have the same source? Is this question even valid

I want to know. In a way it is true, Time is the source

The Hologram Man

He lives in a hologram, appearing strange, quaint, faint
He lives on greed vanishing consuming.
He is perception, shame, reflection, rule and norm

When in light there is a spectrum of colours, glinting, shiny and real
and in Darkness he completes the night.

Who is the Hologram Man?

to the man who Knew

Bye Bye

" Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died."

- Don Mc Lean

the man who Knew

Brownian Motion

Crash into one another's life,

just like Dreidels

one mistake over the other,

one more temptation to give into,

one time over the rest,

what is to remain when all else perishes,

a heart full of bitterness and regret?

or a wish?

what do you do when you reach a place beyond defeat?

cry?

my mind holds the key,

indifference, or ignorance, which comes first, we will never know,

the struggle for power- against the truth of what we need,

it never ends, while we only see what we allow.

give in but only so much,

let go, but never completely

hold on, but never too tightly

uma

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and all those things they say about love

the knot, the thread, the lace

this place, your home in my eyes

your place of rest, my lies

I will bombard you with all the reason I know.

and make your mind a reflection of mine

Lets resolve to find more than we see,

and in all that surrounds us,

find your anthem, give a 22/7 back from all you take,

smile, while they take pictures,

and never forget to thank them,

and leave a piece of you behind as Souvenir

Winter when you Know

" I might change your life,

I might save my world"

the smell of the History room,

of summer, as we walked around the grass,

as we all traded happiness for happiness,

the exchange rate grew,

how we got older,

we never knew!

Pretend that you are free,

only this time, know that you are

that this shoelace will not come undone

that this Peace will find room in your Room

that Music will save you & me.

Dominoes

Gut wrenching, Nauseating Memory,

travels downward from a suppressed gland,

intoxicating your already inebriated mind.

Downward spiral, racing against the neuro - transmission,

synapse after synapse,

like high tide,

taking up all that comes in its way,

you know you can't hide.

Similies

Rain,

just like what comes your way,

when all of creation falters, takes a deep breath,

and you rise, to belief, to redressal and a Recipe to life

Speech,

just as we walk,

this must be a method, for all of nature to succumb :

to a poison lesser known,

and the madness that revolts,

exhausting our resource of Rebellion

Minefiled,

as the poet says :

of thought and action,

where each explosion changes Minds,

Ways, the one she knew, the jaded hand

as the Backstage Crew sails the 'sepia tinted'

Garage,

Like where our Car rests,

in silence.

at the right time : when the weather is just right,

We will bring out the tent,

pitch it on the land we never owned,

and stay, for as long as Time allows our minds to wander,

and then return...

Rain,

just like what comes your way,

when all of creation falters, takes a deep breath,

and you rise, to belief, to Shamanic faith and a Recipe to life

Sunrise and Half light

So there is sunrise and Half Light,

just like swords hanging above your head waiting, wanting, to come down,

strike a blow,

strike you down,

and while you bleed,

you wonder why you never left.

This monster kite above,

throwing its shadow on all things alike and waiting to be rescued,

from a sky that cries,

If there was wisdom, in what they say,

we would never perish, not then, not today,

and while we all count days, for all that they are worth,

i count lives,

toes,

birds,

and the leaves that fell from my favorite tree this fall.

today we stand tall,

tomorrow, we'll have a ball,

Leave, because they tell me that 'you don't know much'

this bed,

this table, inside,

the walls with peeling paint,

a heart that beats, but barely,

look the moment in the eye,

squarely,

and smile...

Love

I fell in Love,

She sang me a song,

Happiness, Giddy - life, Bliss, Paranoia, and Acceptance,

They all came dancing along!!

Words and Signs they left me,

I watched the sunrise,

Confusion, Stimulation, Questions, Mad - life, Faith and Healing,

There was no time left to reprise

The whirlwind engulfed,

as I faltered,

Choked,

Laughed,

Waited with bated breath

I know, there will be time,

to make more time,

for all the time that has been wasted,

bittersweet chocolate, melted in my mouth,

Bob sang me a song, the melody never lasted.

I sat down,

and turned my head around,

I thought I heard a sound,

as Memory trickled into my mind,

loud Imagination was hard to find.

This is your Mooring,

Your find,

Your Time inside my Mind.

Spontaneous Combustion

Bang!

With the note that we left behind,

Shards of what was, and never more will be,

Dance!

Dance!

Dance!

If there is reason in Now,

The consequences will be mild,

if not beautiful.

Giving way to hours,

minutes,

seconds,

your life,

their life,

her hand/his mind

There is seizure, that you find,

and synapse,

cold controlling, rythmic--

And then,

Spontaneous combustion.

about the Universe

So the Universe is one whole Verse,

sung in Clerical motion,

with no loss of beat,

no time, or space to retreat.

The Edge of the world is where the demon lies,

no ones gone down that lane, since seeing is believing

honest to my rule,

the need is to give my mind more fuel.

Those who see are silent

By the end of Time who is to be saved?

who will be saved?

the anti or the pro?

way to go sexy ho!!

the taxi guy said he was gay,

the powerful - myopic got in his way,

by the end of the story,

there was no room to stay,

he got shot in his head and there he lay.

The long and short of it :

No man's land,

No short- hand,

concentric circles within concentric triangles

within hordes of minds.

No time for peace before I lay my judgement

Fate : She Bit Me!!

Next In Line

Jibberish always facinates me,

like a Language only too complicated to understand : there is a pattern!figure it out Bitch!

so I realise that 'Relevance' is severly overrated.

Just like how miserably underrated the colour white is, or the All - Colour white. So since I have deadened my senses and moved onto being a machine.

I have discovered I love White : also now my wardrobe consists of a lot of white.

I feel so Normal!

White :

Giving, forgiving,

cheap, but never looking cheap

Pristine hiding everything thats not,

Whats there is a lot.

Reflecting and shining like the 'light of Justice'

showing them Bastards proof of what I ate for Lunch,

Its all alright.

theres lots left.