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.