Wham bam flim flam what's the story with this man?
Maybe he knows, you know, what he knows....
Perhaps he knows nothing?
What if his existance is a mistake.... a fluke, a freak of nature?
This boys likes Elvis....he likes the Beatles.... an appreciaton for the classics, he can't be all that wrong.
But he does like bad, he does know evil.
"It makes him all the more human."
You just keep telling yourself that. Whatever makes you feel better about yourself or the world.
Then how am I supposed to know?
"You don't... You'll figure it out."
And if I don't?
"Impossible... You're more than you know."
What if that's the problem?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
RELIC
"Take it not make it...I don't know."
Drift along on the crest of absolution and ask only that what you need to survive.
If this is a verses game I do not want to play...at least not yet.
I am on the verge of nothing....and again I state absolution.
If all is a hot wet vacuum of confused propaganda then I like you know more, or is that nothing important by way of matters of the world?
"Let us continue the steeple chase that you reverend as so dear..."
It is the sedative that acts as a narcotic that numbs my essence all the way down to the soul.
I welcome the generational hunt for glory even if it is all imagined and I am a renter in this frugal fabric called a confederation of mind and spirit.
A benediction hound no more who has been tasked and can offer nothing by way of a symposium.
A silence to shock the war.
Drift along on the crest of absolution and ask only that what you need to survive.
If this is a verses game I do not want to play...at least not yet.
I am on the verge of nothing....and again I state absolution.
If all is a hot wet vacuum of confused propaganda then I like you know more, or is that nothing important by way of matters of the world?
"Let us continue the steeple chase that you reverend as so dear..."
It is the sedative that acts as a narcotic that numbs my essence all the way down to the soul.
I welcome the generational hunt for glory even if it is all imagined and I am a renter in this frugal fabric called a confederation of mind and spirit.
A benediction hound no more who has been tasked and can offer nothing by way of a symposium.
A silence to shock the war.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Epitaph of a lonely Soul
I walk the sands of time wondering if I belong and I feel like a stranger to the obvious shortcomings of my existence all the while wondering what's wrong.
"Did I get it or do I just not know?"
The cheeseburger is such a palisade of unwarranted behavior.
"Is this all that I am, is there not more?"
In time I shall learn to adapt...Speak one with the collective.
"But is that a direct contradiction to my objective, or is that just getting old?"
Only time shall speak the hieroglyphs of memory and mind...
"I can only hope that mine was a dynasty and not a passing fad."
"Did I get it or do I just not know?"
The cheeseburger is such a palisade of unwarranted behavior.
"Is this all that I am, is there not more?"
In time I shall learn to adapt...Speak one with the collective.
"But is that a direct contradiction to my objective, or is that just getting old?"
Only time shall speak the hieroglyphs of memory and mind...
"I can only hope that mine was a dynasty and not a passing fad."
Sunday, January 18, 2009
The Far Side of the World
The world smells of Aqua Velva peppered with powdered sugar ponies and I like the dragon who loved to eat pancakes.
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