Our world is in crisis.

I represent Kalashnikov.
Although we are currently doing very well in the world, we need your help.

Global conditions continue to be challenging but not enough innocent people are dying.
This causes all sort of problems, overpopulation and environmental impact being just two of the issues now facing our planet.

Please donate as much as you can afford to :
www.killthemall@nomercy.com

Help us to restructure the world into a far more dangerous place.

Thank you.

strength of the imagination defines the risk factor of development
rely on yourself for the future you want
compromise where necessary but always keep sight of your goal
be who you think you are

And through the darkness I see
Light
It's there
I reflect in hope

It's growing with the day
I see it
Through the cloud

The beauty
The dawn

Peace

To destiny I leave hope
To history I leave soap
To now....
I leave

Time is irrelevant to the universe
Space is unknown past our vision
Civilisations are never eternal

We are all we can try to understand

World ends
World starts back up
World runs out of fuel
Sun refuses to help

it's dark
mist on the glass
fog in my brain

Just suppose

Now



Is everything

Beneath the colours of the butterfly wing
A brighter world awaits the coming of the king
Wish it all past
Make light clean shade
This realm is alive
A stranger hidden glade
For this world exists but not as it seems
To reach it alone rely on your dreams
The others who are there will follow you true
As sleep passes by and life is anew

Waiting for something to happen
Bird calls
What else is there ?

D   oes
I     t
R    eally
T    arnish

???

Stop
See
Suppose
How many pass the same way
But the scene remains the same

Beyond my mind no description exists of who I am

Knife strikes to cut
Air does not resist
The target is the point
The pain the sharpest kiss

In pleasure
I cry
In tears
I am silent
My salvation
In demons
When will they free me

He understands much about nothing
For what is so important to know

My direction is simple
Take me to the horizon
Lead me from the storm

Into the dream depths
where my hopes rest
The thoughts of the day disappear
nowhere near
I exist only
in the truth of the lonely

Head below water
A moment of realisation
Before accepting the inevitable

Events deliver memories
  Mind games                
     Broken

through the beige
find the colour of dreams
listen to the world
while man intervenes
forgive

Trespassing in the wake of hope
I rise to the challenge of looking for optimism in all aspects of drama
To feel charged is preferable to being drained
What's the worst that could happen apart from the already inevitable

I am not patient
Except when I am
I am not tolerant
But accept that I can be
I Love
But
Is it for personal gain
I cry
But
Is it to free my own pain
Do I go against all that I should be
Or
Do I realise
Through all my searching
That I find
I am
Who

I am

Struck by reality
The anonymous banana bends in the sun
Will the lemon return from the party ?
What about the others
Camouflage gone

What fate awaits in peeling
Exposing the pure flesh
Devoured as whole
Split from the cream

Does it seem
Cold

Awaiting armageddon
Or more

My thoughts are a lost ocean
Seeking passage through winding canyons
Leading back to the source
The source of creation as perceived by the regimented structure of modern life ?
Modern life that views man's achievements as a eureka moment
A life that requires an explanation for all occurrences
I must climb deeper to the peak of this inverted mountain
To a time of wonder
No boundaries
Unprogrammed
It is almost within reach
In this depth lies the truth

Feel the pain of being alive

Behold the hopeful
Awaiting a sign
Life goes on

by tomorrow
today will be like yesterday
a fleeting moment in the cosmos
noticed by none in a 1000 years time

or else
the future
is lost
within dreams

Earth - Goes on

(What is not broken cannot be fixed)

Man - Does not

(Who will defend us from ourselves)



The world will outlast generations.

in the depths lies the truth
hidden from those who seek
to go forth with false intentions


waiting for the naive uncomplicated spirit
that exists in all who ignore the masses
and proceed with an open mind

How sad not to experience the design of nature if you are constantly looking for the sun

To sit down and write
                                       using pen and paper
a feeling of creation
                    
                the words

                                                                                          ?
the handwriting illegible unless studied                ? art ?
                                                                                          ?
thoughts of this particular time
passing
          may be forgotten soon

                                                     replaced with the boring
must do this
                      must do that        routine

dreams are formless visions
their reality is imagined
unless you create it

Chilly golden
Fading green
Freed from the mist
The autumn dream

Earth slowly wakes
No more will it take
Destiny is our cake

EAT IT

Created by the mind
This perception of reality

Welcome to your life
Unknown to others

Unique


Do with it what you will

by the morning the waters had receded to reveal new horizons
the surface of a different world
but this was no sea of tranquility
more a reflection of a barren future

but I digress
too many distractions like colours in a peacocks tail
lead me from seeing the real thing
camouflage is only skin deep

my imagination is pulled apart by the outside world
plated by life
existing purely to nourish insanity

I dip my pen in ******* and write about peace on earth

Who tells the clock how much time is left ?.....

The streets are uneasy at this time
When the twilight separates the day
Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed
And yet
As the darkness fades
All takes on a new perspective

The real disappears and the routine begins once more
Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience  
Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity
Weak every day through the months and years
Until
All stops

Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected
The challenge of survival without a  fragile safety net
For it all ends for all
How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived

And cometh the morn
I am awake
Not through choice
But the need to live

She Strode The Catwalk

With Poise And Grace

(and a few others who promised not to talk)

Suddenly

Her Hair

Fell Over Her Face

Trip Hazards Are Everywhere

Why ......  Start
                   Terrifying
                     Ordinary
                        People

saturn rings
no reply
maybe later

the vault is closed
leave now
my patience wears thin

chasing the mushroom
always just too late
once again left in the dark

the night sky glistens
like a comets echo
fading into the void
known only to the gods