In The Beginning

April 29, 2010 § Leave a comment

In the beginning, when everything existed
And all was one and the same
I insisted, on calling your name,
On starting this game,
On rolling the thousand-face dice
Once again

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Subterranean Homesick Elation

April 14, 2010 § Leave a comment

She.

Take me down, take me out, for all the world to see, eyes closed elation as they stare. The deep coloured clothing hangs from her fortified frame, highly evolved to shoot you down, through the heart, through the mind, on my mind she stands, heels dig in.

Come evolve with me underground. Bring it all back home and then throw it up once more.

Aspirations of Hills Hoist

April 8, 2010 § Leave a comment

The undercurrents of society flow,
Like dreaming fog lights caught in the undertow.
A lone warrior fights only with himself,
So that soon one day he can be put on the shelf,
Ready to be picked at the drop of a hat,
Sadly misused I know not what is said.
Forty two mistletoe drive is where my baby lies, under the shade of my boondocks ride, so long and farewell my princess belle, no two times go together very well.

The Ways

April 6, 2010 § Leave a comment

Circumstance finds itself within your clutches
And it takes on all the characteristics of opportunity
Gathering thoughts of future glory and showing it up in lights
It’s brightness casts shadows upon others
Whose road is so much more
Than that which you first saw
But now their road seems so distant
And the turning back seems barely an option
Go this way and then go that
Follow my lead, but watch your back

April 5, 2010 § Leave a comment

Looking out,
What is it we see?
That there’s something
There at all
Is the real mystery.

Like Butterflies in the Wind

April 4, 2010 § Leave a comment

I’ll see you, when the rain comes pouring down.
I’ll see you, when the earth starts turning around.
Caught up in a hurricane, all alone on the whirlwind train.
From now on, we will never be the same.

Fragility combined makes storm clouds in the mind.
Temporary lives go flying on the breeze.
Coincidence is never ever what it seems,
No direction home to what once came before.

Like butterflies in the wind.

Where Am I?

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