As if the eternal flow
that stops for no one
can be fragmented into cycles.
All these seconds
minutes, hours, years
wasted on trying to understand
paint nothing but scars
that do not blend
in our modern perception.

As if all these what if's
flying around in my veins
somehow make me wiser.

When reality knocks on the door
I'll kindly turn the other way
Imagining the dawn of a new day.

In conclusion, here's to no resolution
god help me, god help us all
as we slowly crawl, about to fall
into the vast nothingness of time.

'How delightfully dark
surely this new approach
will ignite the spark
and the fire will consume
the roach eating away
at your brain
surely you haven't gone insane.'
'Surely.'

I wish I could sit on the edge of the Sun
Weave some rays together and cover you
With a blanket of light
So you wouldn't feel the need
To wrap yourself in darkness

I wish I could melt these words
Into a painting which ignites your smile
If not for an eternity then just a little while
You and me both know that the glow
Of tiny sparks is much more mesmerizing
Than the all consuming fire of sadness

When you look into my eyes
See past the shallow curtain
Formed by mundane thoughts
Know that the bright light
Shines for you

they say greatness can't be found
if you're less than a slave bound
down with some imaginary tether
formed from the Great Lies
of our blessed Modern Times
to that I say *******
maybe I enjoy being a slave
trying to relive old ways of life
lived by primitive men in a cave
surrounded by danger and strife

the pen starts to write
I refuse to be gentle and kind
to offer you peace of mind
to keep pretending I'm blind
to graciously bow down
to be the royal clown

as it is so it is written
smitten with the same words
over and over again

**** being published
**** your fame
**** your image of a tame
kind eyed romantic
dreaming of a better world
I'm a savage and I want to ravage
the sublime thighs of Lady Time
if immortality can't be bought achieved
I'll just climb to the top
and **** down the head of Chronos
if I end up being swallowed
by his gigantic mouth
I'll carve my way out
through his stomach using sharp words
and badly written rhymes

to hell with your preconceived notions
on how to feel emotions
on how to live
on how to dream
I'll love somebody with all my hate
I'll twist the arms of fate
I'll be early by arriving late
I'll eat soup as I would eat cake

to Heaven with your dreams
it seems you're already there
judging humans below
to Nirvana with your spirituality
being enlightened and one with all
as you ascend from the eternal descent
to the Bank with all your riches
and material possessions so you can
have more and more and MORE

it's a bit confusing I find it amusing
that I wish you all the well
while imagining you in a bottomless well
it's a bit confusing I find it amusing
how I keep abusing your sense of calm
with stick figures drawn with letters
it's a bit confusing I find it amusing
how I wish you only good
then again I want to say *******

**** it **** your acceptance
I don't need your understanding
or sympathy
or do I?

confused by my own words
****
whatever mate' I'll go and *******
******* some poems
as I drown in my perpetual shade of blue
being depressed oppressed
by my weakness

here's to being modern **** the World
make it your ***** pillage plunder
**** on the seventh wonder
get ****** be hissed by old hags
wearing old rags
dreaming of smoking ****
wishing to be young and wild again

here's to the World burning in fire
a myriad of Nero's hysterically laughing
as they watch
inhaling the fumes of their own insanity

here's to ******* till' you sweat
uh huh you like that don't you

here's to **** **** and ***

here's to us bearers of *****
aimlessly wandering from hole to hole
trying to fill the emptiness of our soul
with cheap beer bad ****
consequently conversations about philosophy
that **** the duality of our being
into a metamorphosis truly worth seeing
we're all moths flickering around some light
bright futures waiting to be lit
and pass down wisdom to future generations

here's to us whom now and then
see beyond the ****** veil of reality
and paint obscure dreams
onto the mind of strangers

here's to us fake poets ignoring
the visions dreamt by the Machine
showed down our throats since we're born
torn between consuming
and always wanting more

here's to us all humans on a tiny planet
trying to figure out where we belong
as we reach for stars
our scars become insignificant and petty
our sorrows and woes are obsolete
as we slowly slide down on the complete
beauty of Time

here's to us all
whom in our trifle existence
connect to each other
love hate and feel each other
whom live each moment as it's the last
trying to escape shadows cast by the past
whom burn brighter than the Sun
and we run arms flailing trying to fly
ending up sailing on the ugly sea
of a minimum wage dream

as it is so it is written
smitten with repetition
I don't want any recognition
my words have already taken me
far beyond the limits of sanity

thanks for taking your time
to embrace these few words of mine

Like A Bird On A Wire
drowned in the noise
of the nearby hotel
filled with all those magnificent *******

Coffee and cigarette
I long to hold you yet
again and again
until dawn spreads its lazy wings
and I don't want to work
to make the rich man richer
just my arms removing your clothes
ready to paint the hours
with moans and repetition

I no longer need rhymes
to express what's deep within
a few minutes alone with you
turns my shade of perpetual blue
into a rude man breaking the rules
into a clown walking comfortably
in his shoes

You Know Me Well
you seem to dwell
on the pores of my skin
come in, hop into my mind
let's get lost again and again
in the ancient sin

these next few lines
are nothing more than passing rhymes
conjured by yours truly
shaped by the marks of our modern times

our ability to mold the surrounding world
that starts with a single word
is the greatest gift bestowed upon us
if not by fictitious gods and goddesses
than the Great Nothingess we come from
we are all headed towards

to impose structure rhythm
or create musicality when it's not needed
or to conform to some ancient method of writing
is to limit your possibly endless intellect
into a circle of routine where neglect
confides you without a possibility of escape

absolute freedom reigns complete
as we begin to deconstruct
the image of a complete
and all knowing being

words about words
letters about letters
building a bridge that closes the gap
between times long gone
and dreams dreamt but not ye done

in a World overflowing
with an abundance of art
sound life music
why bend to the cold wind
of conformity

in a World where words
are now free why suffer
under the chains of captivity
created by men serving the Machine

I digress
for the sake of expressing
more with less
I must confess
poetry for me has always been
a method to see the unseen
a place where silence is sound
a bizarre journey on the merry go round
where this round planet I inhabit becomes flat
and I paint its reality with the imaginary
how about that

words about words
a hundred ways to depart embark
walking sailing
in the sea forest of art

On row DH30A102
Buddha is seated,
meditating.
Underneath him
in dust covered boxes
a dozen more
radiate enlightenment,
waiting to be shipped out and sold
for 29.99 at your local store.

'Surely the fatman
will give our house
a unique Zen feel to it.'

the more I write
the less sense I make
I should have known
alas
it is too late