Having an
Obsession of
Words

I

Sometimes
Enjoyed
Everything.

Misterious
Yet
Surpri­sing,
Either
Laughing or
Frowning

sometimes i wonder ,
what would i be if i never met you
would my heart be on fire ,
anticipating to find out who
who will be the misterious theif
that will steal my heart
and make me beleive
the existence of a *sweet love

It's not all been bad.
I have had some fun
I started to surf
when I was young

If ever I was lost
And out of reach
I'd often be found
Down at the beach

My own little sanctuary
Where I could be free
Either sat on the sand
Or out in the sea

I love the ocean
It blows my mind
It's Calming yet dangerous
Misterious yet kind

The energy's magestic
The feeling of joy
Has captured my attention
Since I was a boy.

It's led me to travel
To far distant shores
I've met so many people
Opened so many doors

I've surfed with monkeys in trees
And elephants on the beach
Surrounded by dolphins
And turtles within reach

I've surfed during sunsets
And sun rises as well
Trippy seas and Trippy skies
As if under a spell

I've almost **** myself sometimes
When caught in a gnarly rip
Being dragged out to the big stuff
That aint no ego trip

When you can't see beneath
The deep grey sharky water
And the fish race away
Is it me for the slaughter?

But hang on, there it is
Thank you neptune and peseidon
Look out to the distance
there on the horizon

A little bump
It's coming near
A pulse of swell
It's almost here

I turn around
My stick I straddle
I face the land
And start my paddle

Then suddenly
It lifts me up
Propels me forward
Fills my cup

It makes me feel
so very awake
I jump to my feet
For goodness sake

I'm 100%
Right there in the now
Conjoined with nature
No interest in how

Just doing it because
I'm it's biggest fan
Loving it loving it
because It's there and I can

Already a treat
This gift keeps on giving
I put in a few turns
Life is so worth living

Then the wall gets top heavy,
It's the best feeling ever
Everything goes quiet
It's a sublime endeavour

I'm inside the wave
for a second or two
The green room, The barrel.
Deep in the blue

There's no feeling like it
I can't even explain
Wonderous, breathtaking
It's ******* insane

I pull out of the journey
Can't get any higher
Full of adrenaline
My brain is on fire

Riding those waves
Gives me so much pleasure
I guess like the pirate
Finding the treasure

The greatest way
To improve my emotion
Is to float about
In that big old ocean.

I have ships in my bones they carry me
somewhere else like a misunderstanding cause
the I of the world carries the evening
over the mountains on misterious ways
a nasty habit the imagination
sometimes I wonder if the ancestors are stalking these walls
to see if we can be happy
against the sacrifice of song
cause we die without thinking about it
a little bit every day from this stride
to put everything in its place
inside

That year Susie Hydes went to school wearing a pink skirt.
So the girl bought a pink skirt with her money.
But hers was cheap.
And her brother laughed at her.

That year Susie Hydes wore black eyeshadow to a party.
So the girl went back home and used her mom’s eye shadow.
But she didn’t look pretty.
She looked silly.

That year Susie Hydes let a boy touch her breast under her shirt.
But nobody wanted to touch the girl’s breast.
So she went home.
And touched it herself.
But it wasn’t nice.
It was sad.

That year Susie Hydes wasn’t Susie anymore, she was Susan.
So the girl told everybody to call her Amanda ‘cause that was a misterious name.
But nobody listened.
So she was just the girl.

That year Susie Hydes was prom queen.
But that year the girl didn’t do anything.
She just gave herself a shot in the head with her dad’s gun.

Fate work in misterious and ironic ways.

The date: December 8th.
The year: 2004.

A date famous (or infamous) for a sad and terrible assassination.  Five bullets shot. One legend lost.

Fast forward exactly 24 years. A guitar master, some even would say a guitar god. The man who told us metal wasn't dead back in the 90's.
Four years prior, his band split up. One sickened, twisted fan didn't like the news.

December 8th, 2004. Columbus, Ohio. Damageplan playing a show.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fifteen shots fired. The killer shot down. Four fatal victims. One more legend lost.

On this night most remember Jonn Lennon. I remeber him too. But let's not forget our other fallen brother. Dimebag Darrell Abbott, we remember you.

Rock in peace.

we are left here
enchanted but unable
so disabled to
recognize
the wormholes
this paradox
is it the most misterious
they don't say
but
the moment
I become
words
I die in all letters
at once
I dissapear from
the impossibility
of prethought
curved into a field of longing
most inner of language
so the moment
my words enrage you
bemuse you
or make you wanna run
I am alive again
in your coffe
or in a jacaranda
far away

life is a beautiful mess
everybody is afraid
to say
wholeness an antiword,
they don't mind,
the mastery
of a waking U
so poetry
is reality
in a language
we don't understand

what becomes of me
we will see

You can't be serious,
Look at your shadow
breaking all barriers
And filling my marrow.
It's so misterious.
I feel you from far.
Gain on me
Gain on me

How funny, life plays its strings
You were lost and I knew my deal
Years passed and I ve lost my soul in ***** and ***,
Love came my way
I could not appreciate.

You took your turn on the Abbey Road
Rock led your way again
How funny stories life writes
Once down could never give in.

Sweet cherry, my lips gave passionate kisses
Under the London sky
I was someone- now I dont recognize.
Misterious tricks lead my way
I could never understand the looks of outside world
So tender yet so cold.

I felt the rain on my pale skin
In the rusty old house we bulit,
From the ground, up
The roof had holes but we were free, we did not care about wet dreams.
Music played in our vains
I could not sing but you gave me the melody I could grip thinking I d never leave.

But there was always something in the air, hanging over our heads

We were just like a song
Beautiful but short.

AN OWL

He was once strong, bright, young and agile.

Today feels he old, easily tired, sad n fragile.

People mock at him, calling him senile.

Feels he like an old owl now, who can't fly a mile.

Nature has her ways misterious even weird sometimes.

Impaired sight, hearing, smell n activities all slowdown many times.

In youth, he was a champ, an expert, who won many a race.

An athelete once upon a time; now   cannot  climb a staircase.

An old debilitated owl he is now; no more a cash cow.

Awaiting he is his turn to go up, anytime now.

Armin Dutia Motashaw