Throughout this expedition to my peak, the most hindering obstacle has always been the wind of another's breath.
It takes only a sensitive receptor to see the top of the mountain.
That seems to be enough, until you first slip.
I must maintain a certain numbness about me to make it, or a way to cut between and slip through.
I do not yet know how to go about this, but I can no longer stand in one place,
Lest this all disappear.

Celebrities are gods shrowded in myth and perception.
               Students....the finger puppets of Capitalism's cornerstone.
    Television, the other member of the family.

Dinnertable conversations are boring/ignorant "discussions"
     of issues too watered-down.

Children aren't born into the world anymore, they're being forced this time.

Oh, lovely island of the isles,
Sleeping on a bed of stone.
shrowded in a cloak of mist,
with sea enclosing you for miles.
I listen to your ancient rocks,
for some reply or conversation.
but silence still from fields to docks,
as if in secrete contemplation.
Proud island, rising, stretching from the ocean,
Give us days of light and nights so dark.
A place now entwined with my emotion,
Silent, stirring, enchanting, Sark.

The horizon crowded
By greyish beasts
The yellow Sun shrowded
By Jupiter's priests

Sound the horns,sound the horns
Beat the drums ,beat the drums
The wind howls
The sea scowls
Lightning - flash
A whip lash
Swords clash

Dash,dash
Whether rich,whether poor
Whether the sufferer,or one who has the cure
Whether the lured,or one who lures
Dash ,dash
Under temple,tomb, tent
Run, dash hell bent

Dash, dash
It's of no use
This fate, you can't refuse
Thunder rumble
Temple tumbles
Walls crumble

Run,hide
Death's Bell has rung
Run, run
The last song has been sung
Of humanity

The Earth shakes and shivers
The world quakes and quivers

Sky red with Jupiter's fury
Humanity's executioner,judge and jury
The end is heralded by the cries
The end is nigh, humanity's demise.

I pounded an ounce of rice into a fryable patty.

I knitted, ratted about bits of **** made of laughable brads brazed.

Shatter what could be in normal clotted cloueds shrowded in holes of
fire and acid.

Creaking in fast bending dealings.

I hate it and hate you too.

and i can’t stop love from happening
and yet i’m waiting for it to arrive
i wish i was sailing through
but i’m bruising the sun
begging to get burnt
still the light hovers for a second,
and then im shrowded in cold
and dark.
and so i fell in love with the moon
with you-
and oh how dreadful and how beautiful that was

FOLLOW DAD GUYS

I remember, with great fondness
     moments
walking amidst a soft, hidden
           wooded place
       tall trees shrowded the
            light
which fell filtered in a soft misty
   dewy haze

         at my feet
as far as the eye could see
    were gently wispy ferns
                   moving ever so slightly
with the rising mist
               in total quiet

        it was always early in the morning
because
         that was the ideal time
  my dad knew
      that
              taking his children
to this special place
    at this time would enable us

          to witness these wonderous
    moments

THANKS, DAD


            LISTEN TO MOM GUYS

mind where you
  walk

as the floors
were covered in
     newspaper

  to protect
              the freshly dried wax

  for it was Wednesday,

      the day of the week
that our
      home and all in it:

bedding, dusting
organizing, cleaning, washing,
   polished, set up
discarded, rearranged, thrown away,
brushed, fixed,
  fastened, folded, stacked,
       closed, shut,
shelves, pantries,
    closets

  was to get done
put right
  
so we could
  all enjoy the
simple
     comforts of a clean,
  orderly
             upbringing

THANKS, MOM

the darkness you shrowded me with
leaving me with my thoughts
you left with the light that you took
and now you leave me
what me wandering what I should do
but it's okay i'm used to it
the darkness you left me in
is better than I was with you