Thursday, May 19, 2011


Urgent news!
May I have your undivided attention!
There are riots breaking out in the streets of the mind,
Looting progresses at an uninterrupted speed.
Shattering and crashing cascading glass showers upon the pavement of the cemented soul.
The eidolons of thoughts continue,
 Away against all altruistic endeavors.
All attempts by the constraining superegos goons have been in vain.
Marshal law has been declared, the mans souls is now soulless.
Remain inside your individual heads.
Do not venture out into the street of shared consciousness.
I repeat:
Do not venture out into the street of shared consciousness.
For fear of angry atrocities,
Rape, murder, pillaging and paganism.
Stay, don’t stray out.
If you do, prepare to lay down your arms,
Your legs, give in to disembodied consciousness,
 if you enter here.
The dark corner of cannibalistic consciousness.

Mice, Lark

If I was a cat,
Would I be lithe and fit,
Or overwhelmingly fat?

Would I live in an alley,
Instead if a furnished apartment,
Or would I wander Napa valley?

Could I see in the dark,
Catching mice and flies,
Or maybe a flying lark?

If I was a cat,
Id meow all day.
Great would be that.

Love = dedication. Dedication = loyalty. Loyalty = love.

Swear, to the oaks in the forest, that we walked in our courting.
Swear, to the tides of the sea, that lapped on our bare feet.
Swear, to the sky, that enveloped us in our flight.
Swear, to the earth, that bore us from its breast.

Swear, to the heart, that beats inside our chest.
Swear, to the eyes, that saw your best.
Swear, to the lips, that pressed upon your head.
Swear, to the hands, that held you tight.

Tight, yet still light, enough for you to get away,
Tearing and trying to instill love away,
Here we are, and there we’ll be,
Till that we sweared on ceases to be.