What does all this mean?

A sky with no lights and stars but a ferris wheel.

2005-10-29T01:23:00.000-07:00

The sky has no stars

and no light.

the ferris wheel takes you up.

and music pours into your cup.

and music pours into your cup.

it brings you down
and if you've got balls.
you'll open your eyes,
and shut them yet again.

Crash into me

2005-10-20T20:41:00.000-07:00

sweet like candy to my soul
sweet you rock and sweet you roll

(the zip code rule. different zip codes for all different parts in the country/city/area haha. no-one but five boys up in the hills in a very hazy moment know how signficant that really is.)

why we smoke

2005-10-20T17:14:00.000-07:00

Because it looks fucking good.
And we feel fucking good.
And we hear fucking good.
And we do fucking good.

"Dis purple haze it mek mi crazy
Mek mi write nuff tune and dat's what pays me
But i'm not di only occupation
Goin' to get some I give yuh education
When a farmer grows it he knows to close it
Economical benefit help wit dose who have fi deh yah pon di hard jugglin
Cau di system only keep man struggling
Studyin people a use it don't abuse it
Cau di concentration well reputed
Dat's why herb man dem a di wise one
And it found on di grave of King Solomon
And weed good fi di eye sight and di chest sight
And it give nuff insight just gimme di light
And, mek we blaze it da roof we a be raisin"
- Sean paul

lion

2005-09-22T14:52:00.000-07:00

There's a lion in your room
there's a lion in your bed
there's a lie
there's a lie
there's a lion in your head.

twenty mokeys taking drugs

2005-09-13T15:37:00.000-07:00

twenty monkeys with smiling tits,
in the forest taking hits
questioning what brought them down,
and all they see is hurried frowns.

up in a tree,
having some E
will you join them?
will you be next?
sit on this branch, ill give you X!

a ghost shall grip my soul

a crystal glass can see balls of gold,
and monkeys tell of tales untold
and when all's red and all is sold
i see a ghost will grip my soul.

up in a tree,
having some E
will you join them?
will you be next?
sit on this branch, ill give you X!

they take drugs and so should you
they make you feel so nice and blue
and when the time has come to go
home is nowhere so monkeys rather smoke!

up in a tree,
having some E
will you join them?
will you be next?
sit on this branch, ill give you X!

so it's the forest and its full of leaves,
so bring the one you wanna smoke,
and when you bring them all the weed,
they'll make you wanna snort some coke.

oh just a line,
and all is fine
oh just a line
and you'll be mine.

i swear your head will be no more
full of tension, full of more
and then the time has come to take
a little of what they can make.

they bong they weed they smile they leave
they smoke like hell and smoke their weed.

oh just a line,
and all is fine
oh just a line
and you'll be mine.

Tribute to Kurt Cobain

2005-09-13T13:25:00.000-07:00

It's been a while inside this den,
and all the chickens count to ten.
They close their eyes and take a hit,
is what i smell teen spirit?

And then the chickens try to run,
and when all is said, with nothing done
they all crowd round and say as one,
she shouldv'e uh been a son.

Lithium in their eggs, they dance,
the yolk as yellow as the sun.
With feathers falling off like leaves,
autum comes and then recedes.

They dance around the mango tree,
and like spiders, webs of romance weave.
And when it's time for us to leave,
they drink their fucking pennyroyal tea.

So see them, seven chickens tango
see them while they eat the mango,
see them jump...see them twirl,
like the man who sold the world.

fucking hell....the stairway to heaven.

2005-09-13T04:58:00.000-07:00

Reverse Speech: Voices From The Unconscious

If there were a "Top 40" of backmasked songs, "Stairway to Heaven," by Led Zeppelin would have to be at the top of the chart. It has been quoted, misquoted, and dissected for years by religious fundamentalists as being one of the most occultic or satanic songs ever to have been released. I disagree strongly based on my research into the background of this song.

According to Stephen Davis, author of the Zeppelin saga, Hammer of the Gods, the controversy began in 1982, when a prominent Baptist used his radio pulpit to preach that "Stairway to Heaven" carried subliminal backward messages. Then, in April 1982, the California State Assembly played a backward tape of the song in a public session. Some members of the committee claimed they heard the words, "I live for Satan." Led Zeppelin were duly denounced as agents of Satan who were luring millions of teenagers into damnation as unwitting disciples of the Antichrist.

Eddie Kramer, the producer and engineer who worked on four Led Zeppelin albums, says that these charges are "totally and utterly ridiculous. Why would they want to spend so much studio time doing something so dumb?" 9

"Stairway to Heaven" was written in one afternoon by Jimmy Page, lead guitarist of Led Zeppelin and an Aleister Crowley devotee. The song has been reported to employ a technique of encoded words and double meanings similar to those used in Black Spirituals in which some songs were used as maps and other lyrics served to alert plantation slaves of an impending break for freedom. 10

Until approximately 1985, Page owned and lived in Crowley's former house, "Boleskine," a sprawling farmhouse on the shores of Loch Ness, sometimes called the "Toolhouse" Boleskine was originally purchased in 1900, by Crowley, for almost twice its value, because it met certain requirements of the Books of Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage. These requirements included windows and a door that opened to the north toward a secluded structure that was to serve as an oratory. It's commonly assumed that a small outbuilding to the far right was the oratory. 11

Crowley stated in his diary that "shadowy shapes" used to escape the oratory and enter the house. It's been reported that during subsequent rituals these "shadowy shapes" were unleashed with dire effects on visitors, staff, and a few hapless visitors from nearby Foyers.12

According to Davis, Jimmy Page was quoted in Roadrunner magazine discussing further cases of madness and mayhem including the story that Boleskine was once the site of "a church that burned to the ground with the congregation in it." 13 This brief, historical background gives tremendous insights into the profoundly significant metaphors contained in both the forward and reversed lyrics of "Stairway to Heaven." Sung forward, the song is basically a story of a woman who's searching for the meaning of life and the path to heaven. In the forward lyrics she sees signs on the wall but cautions that words can have more than one meaning. The bird that sings from the tree tells of thoughts that are misgiven. The thoughts carry images of "smoke" (perhaps fog) in the trees and the voices of those who stand apparently watching from among the trees. This is apparently the same group that is rewarded for their long-standing with the dawn of a new day and the forest's echo of laughter. There's great significance to the lyrics when they're viewed from the perspective of Reverse Speech. When we consider the complementary nature of the song, it appears to be partially a song of hope for all those who according to the legends once suffered at Boleskine.

The lyrics also seem to be a message from the unconscious mind that details its own communicative style. In the process of writing the song the way he did, Jimmy Page unknowingly established the complementary criteria for reversals to occur that speak of their own existence.

"Words have two meanings," and "thoughts are misgiven," appear at the start of the song. Note the complementarity with the last reversal on the song. As soon as the song is reversed, it says quite clearly, "Pl-a-a-a-a-a-y backward. Hear words sung." This is not an intentionally backmasked message, but rather a genuine speech reversal. It almost seems as though the unconscious mind is calling out and saying, "Hey, listen to me. I can communicate."

The lyrics also form a reversal that says: There was a little tool shed where he made us suffer, sad Satan. Jimmy Page may have unconsciously used the words tool shed to refer to the small outbuilding that was the oratory (Boleskine itself was the Toolhouse). The reported "shadowy figures" may be those who have stood for so long in the smoke, but are promised the dawning of a new day.

The last stanza declares not only that there are two paths that can be taken, but also that it is not too late to change roads. This last stanza contains the reversal It's my sweet Satan, the one whose little path would make me sad, whose power is fake.

Their are references to "path," "forest," and "hedgerow" all of which are descriptive of the setting of the Boleskine mansion. The word Satan itself may be a metaphor for the suffering and pain that occurred in and around Boleskine. The parallels of these images and the legends that surround Boleskine are compelling.

Other reversals that some people have quoted in this song as a basis for their claims, include: "There's no escaping it / I will sing 'cause I live with Satan / They gotta live for Satan." These reversals are so vague and imprecise, however (validity 1-2), that only the very bold would use them as the basis for an argument.

Finally, a reversal appears on a live version of the song sung in 1976, that says: Forgive me Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive me Lord. How could this be considered satanic? Who's asking for forgiveness and why? Since when does the nature of Satan, metaphoric or otherwise, include forgiveness? Is the song a stairway to heaven, a stairway to hell, or something totally different? Stephen Davis wrote a description that may be accurate regardless of how you choose to answer these questions. He said: "It expressed an ineffable yearning for spiritual transformation deep in the heart of the generation for which it was intended." 14

link to hearing this and more,
http://www.reversespeech.com/music_reversals.htm

the kingdom of my kings

2005-09-12T22:59:00.000-07:00

taming joy has been a task
but many men have failed to ask
the real important question here
that why it's all been done with flair

he has no soul he has no share
and even though he sees me there
his kingdom has another king
and all said things are done with flair.

with every line he ever said
i never fell
was always fed!
and instinct has a life to give
with everything being everywhere,
and all said things are done with flair!

paid my dues in cash or cheque
paid my dues in cash and cheuque
paid my dues with god above
paid my dues you stupid dove.

random rock i learnt to roll!
and in this music take control.
when can you run when all is fair?
and all said things are done with flair.

and when all is said and nothing's done
and every bottle is open but one
dont tell a ghost to haunt,
for it will not scare,
when all said things are done with flair.

i leave this winding road of hope,
to you my friend,
and hope you choke.
i hope you die and never rot.
i did not forget, only forgot,
that even though you cut my hair
all said things were done with flair.

so pay my dues in cheque,
and pay my dues in cash.
i've paid my dues in cheque or cash.
i've paid my dues in cheque and cash.

so here and now i beg of you
to let the shining sun shine through,
and if you do i'll have to stare,
for all said things are done with flair.

The kiss

2005-09-12T00:50:00.000-07:00

the moment that you meet your soul
a portal into fire known,
by none and never known by one.
and in a flash,
within a dash,
all is one.
And one is all.

you'll always stumble,
never fall,
and whens all done
you're standing tall,
for all was one,
and one is all.

and when it's time
to move a bit
the cold is gone
the fire lit.
a dearth of pain,
when all is gone
a blurry haze,
it has all become.

laughter, tears and magic scent,
cover time, and space is bent.
where every tear has found a place,
on another hungry souls face.
and all becomes one
and one is all.

design

2005-08-24T02:42:00.000-07:00

show me the door, where i should enter, to find you. standing alone, it pains me, in thought of seeing you. so i chose the door, closest, yet farthest to you. you said he was in pain, yet you enjoy it. combine the two and you have a fire. a fire that ate the heart of man. a fire that swallows lust. where were you, and where do you go, shall he show you, him who has never seen what i have seen. should he show you what door im standing under, worshipping the ground beneath a foot i've held so close, needed so close yet kept and wanted so far. tell me what i can do for a price and ill tell you a thing you can do for free. its all in the blood, and its all in my brain. its in every muscle yet still i cannot shake these thoughts. its all part of something. intriate yet so simple that maths doesnt compare. yet sciecne cant define.
only mine.
only yours.
its only theirs.
and only theirs.
theirs too, standing under a spotlight that lights up the dark.
theirs too, standing under a spotlight that nights the light.
don't stray with me, just listen.
dont come too far, you may learn the truth and never go back. you're a weight i cannot carry.

staring into the shining sun

2005-07-14T16:15:00.000-07:00

we all stare into the sun and are blinded by its oh so magnificent light, not all the time, but sometimes. we stare so long and hard that we get sick and tired of light. it stings after a while, and to prevent from permanent damage we take our eyes away, we turn around, so once again we can see the menacing shadows. and oh so menacing. its amazing how two extremes...light and dark can hurt so much. too much light is like to much love. once taken away, the pupils widen. yet flashes of that light that once seemed so eternal keep returning. a permanent imprint on your retina. permanent imprint. and the dark is so cold...even if theres someone there, there is no-one within sight and we humans are weak...we cant just simply believe that there is someone out there, in the dark, to hold our hand...to guide us...we must see her.

when life grabs you by the nuts

2005-07-13T15:05:00.000-07:00

you know how sometiumes life grabs you by the nuts and twists them so hard you can't breathe? how sometimes, its so humid around you that your tears refuse to evaporate? how sometimes god cant be found in prayer, but in sin? how lucifer seems to lurk everywhere, and is missing when you want him? how your heart becomes so cold that your soul becomes numb? how prayer leads to insanity and insanity to worship? how your eyes refuse to wander off a path so dimly lit that one thinks its only lit by the light coming from ones soul? how everything becomes a haze, except for smoke? how life refuses to acknowledge your existence? i dont...

The smile

2005-01-05T22:06:00.000-08:00

He smiled. a cruel smile. A wicked smile. A loving smile. A smile that showed disgust and utter loathing at the same time. A smile that showed anguish and love. a smile showing urgency and patience. A smile indicating that he wanted to break down adn cry, or jump up and laugh. A smile that showed intent. A smile that showed curiosity, and a smile that showed disinterest. a smile that showed a fall. a smile that showed a faint tinge of a rise. a smile of faith. a smile.

spring

2005-01-01T00:52:00.000-08:00

do we ever get over the flowers,
that come in spring.
we just keep wishing for more
even though they wither away,
wither away now,
before i hurt you
before i pull off a petal. or a leaf.
wither away now.
flower of spring.
come again.
once i find god.

How to manufacture free will

2004-12-24T14:50:00.000-08:00

1. Tie two long unbreakable strings to a puppet
2. Throw it down seven floors
3. Tell it that it can move wherever it wants
4. Never let go of the strings

Alcoholic paradox

2004-12-24T14:46:00.000-08:00

I asked my friend to baptize me in alcohol. He threw me in and tried to kill me. I drank all of it. Got real drunk and killed him. I did'nt mean to. It just happened....do i go to hell?

Brand me a holy heretic.

2004-12-24T14:35:00.000-08:00

Brand me a heretic,
and give me a walking stick.
Show me a way to my soul,
and i'll show you God.
Commemorate my death tonight,
And i'll show you more than just unseen light.
Show me peace,
i'll show you God.
Show me love,
i'll show you God.
Celebrate my birth today,
slap me and i'll show you this deity.
The angelic satan smiles,
and the devilish angel cries.
Show me God, oh what to do?
You know my people rely on you
Even though they all deny you.
Drive me here and take me there,
I've siphoned my blood everywhere.
Wrestle me and take me to the ground,
pump two bullets in me when i'm down.
I'll show you that i'll rise again,
My virgin heart can feel no pain.
A frenzied, frantic, feverish light,
has taken flight has taken flight.
Stark naked in the rain,
show me the light.
Stark naked in the sun,
show me the night.
Show me the devil and show me evil
And i'll show you god, ill show you god.

The bleeding dove we call our soul

2004-12-24T14:25:00.000-08:00

My soul needs food.
candlelight dinner,
my soul needs music,
play your violins now.
Compose another piece Vivaldi,
let us all dance to your spring allegro.
Put me in a little trance,
Let my soul now find romance,
Let go of any strings attatched.
Oh let my soul now find romance,
cause every single gift from you,
makes me want to sing for you,
Give my soul a gift tonight.
Let us take off...Lovers flight.
Show me the hidden door,
my rocky love is sturdy now.
Malignant tumors in my chest, run with
another heartbeat in your breast.
Paint your enchanting smile
on the empty canvas i call my soul
Let it last a little while
like sacred writings on forgotten cave walls.
Show my soul what it needs,
you've already seen, my heart can bleed.
Marvelous, flamboyant love.
Give flight now, to the bleeding dove.

2004-12-15T23:12:00.000-08:00

There are times in life when you feel like giving in, and giving out- times that you feel like you're burning inside-and you start burning out. But you can't. Because of that one thing. That one thing that keeps you going on, fighting on, living on. Times like these test men. times like these.

The Optimists dying anthem

2004-12-14T14:44:00.000-08:00

There's a time and a place for everything. Do everything. See everything. dont miss a thing. This life is too short. You were born yesterday. You're alive and living today. You'll die tommorow. I'll also die. My message to you, all of you. Live. Enjoy. These years will never come back. These words will eventually be wiped out. People will eventually forget you. They'll forget the very existence of you. Before that happens, live. Every second. Every bleeding microsecond. Dance, kick, curse, shout. Do what you want. Where you want. When you want. Life is too short. In a while you'll be gone. The music that your heart plays, the constant lub and dub will stop suddenly. With no warning. And i'll be here. Standing beside you. Watching you die. I will cry. But i will laugh too. My lifes too short to be crying. Please...all of you. Enjoy the things life has to offer. God has made everything so perfect. Don't be depressed. Dont dissapoint him. He made joy for you. He also made pain, fear, famine...agreed. But only so you can appreciate joy, so that you can appreciate life. Dont get saddened by disappointments. Remember the good things. Remember when you laughed your hardest. Remember when you cried over the smallest things imaginable. Remember your first kiss. Remember your first tear. Your first cigarette. Your first crush. Remember it all. Its there. But dont live in the past now. Look for more. Its all out there. The green meadows, the flowers, the trees, the dust, the rain, the fruits are a testament to the never ending beauty of life. just keep singing your favourite song. Keep singing it. In the bathroom, in the bedroom, in the kitchen, the workplace, school. show everyone that life's worth living. Show them all...be an example. You're too good for tears. Let me wipe them away. Please listen to the song of the lone bird that comes out after a bleeding cold winter. hear it chirp. fall in love again. Its too complicated..it's all too simple.

where do you hide?

2004-12-14T14:20:00.000-08:00

feel the life in my life,
feel the blood in my blood.

see the world in all its magnificence,
smell the flowers...in full bloom
oh love the stand i take
and the stand...the stand is for...the stand's for you.

The music plays now,
music surely plays.
feel the riffs..pouring through
ripping through
right through you

see, just watch...
just stand
and watch me fly...
where do you hide...
where do you hide now.

where do you hide...
where do you hide now.

i want to see
i want to see you
dance to this music now...

dance to this beat.
dance to these four beats.

petals bleed when you dance.
petals bleed at your beauty
flowers bow
lose all control
where do you hide...
where do you hide now.

walk on now...
walk
walk on now...
dont wipe the tears i see
dont make me wipe them either
see the life in my life.

where do you hide
realize that i care.
realize that i dare.

where do you hide now.
where do you hide.

im secluded,
im eluding these rivers of emotion
for you.

oh now stand
take my stand
where....where do you hide

cut me open
sip me dry
cut me open
watch me cry
cut me open
cut me open

the world has come to see you
pure and pure at last.
forgive it now.

cut me open
hear me now
cut me open
see my vows

where do you hide
where do hide now?
Wait. Lie beneath these still waters.

I've learnt...

2004-12-11T04:39:00.000-08:00

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only
takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

It's not the years in your life that count ... it's the life in
your years.

this song

2004-12-09T15:52:00.000-08:00

lets sing a song......
lets right those wrongs...
lets fly away...
lets sing this song....
lets fly away...
lets fly away....
lets fly...away....today...
lets fly away today...
shes singing this song, shes singing this song...
im singin this song....
ive fallen from grace...
fell on my face...
but im getting up
im stepping up
im growing up
shes feeling
shes feeling
shes feeling
shes feeling this now...
im talking to myself....
im coming outta my shell
im ignoring hell...
shes walks..shes talking to me.....
shes talking....only to me
only to me....
only to me....
shes singing this song...
shes singing this song....tonight...
shes waiting...
bathing in a fountain...fountain...of eternal beautiful youth...
oh yeah.....
oh yeah.....
the fountain.....
like tears of joy from god...
and shes bathing....
shes basking in the sunlight....of my soul....
my soul is open now...
my soul......is is is is open now.....
i can see your soul...
in the mirror.....our mirror....

My name is Lucifer....please take my hand.

2004-12-09T12:25:00.000-08:00

Imagine you're staying at this hotel. one of those cheap hotels...dark, damp and absolutely smelly. You return to it only to sleep. You return one day to find it all dark. Not a light to be seen. Except in a window. The window of your room. A faint candlelight. Glowing yellow, then blue, then red. You walk into the hotel. Take out your lighter, light it. The flame turns red. The lighter drops from your hand. You pick it up again. Search for it in the dark. You feel a cold object touch your hand. A dead rat. Somehow thats the only comforting thing in that hotel. The cold, dead rat. You pick up your lighter. You once again see a red flame. And water starts dripping from the flame...no not water...blood. You hold onto the lighter this time. You're so scared but you continue to walk. You piss in your pants. It feels warm. You almost know what colour it is. RED. but you walk on...to your room. Your room in on the seventh floor. You are deafened by the silence. You feel as if your head will explode...as if its contents will spill out of your ears. You cover your ears...doesnt help. The silence is deafening. You begin to cry. The tears are warm...strange. you bring your hand to touch them...blood. You're on the 6th floor. Here you die. You see, in the dark a figure, hung by a rope from the ceiling. The rope isnt attatched to the ceiling...it hangs in midair...from its other end hangs a creature so pure. a creature so revered. a creature so respected. its large wings are hanging limp by the side. they're covering his whole body. Ofcourse....these too are stained red. The creature has a glow about him. A silver glow. You don't want to look at him...everytime you see him you can see the way he died. Gruesome images flash in your mind. So horrific that you go mad. You lose your mind. You have this urge now. An urge to kill yourself. Its almost sexual. You want to die now. Badly. You go towards the creature. Take him off his rope, and now hang yourself. You die. How calm you feel. moving on, you walk up one level. you look to the left. There you see your room. The door is open. You walk inside. The red glow is a faint one, coming from that very same candle. You see a figure in black with its back towards you, sitting on a high rotating chair. You're scared. The chair rotates...the figure is facing you. You panic. You recognize him. The room gets hotter...and hotter...and hotter. He just sits there. His head is faced down, but his eyes are on you. You stare into his eyes...you see it...you see it. You scream...but the silence is too loud...no-one can hear your scream. You feel like dying. You're already dead. His red skull glistens with sweat. His horns start moving. Satan. Satan's sitting there. He's smiling. He's smiling at you. A mean, vicious smile.

He starts singing..."Look into my eyes, you'll see who i am, my name is lucifer. Please take my hand."

"Please take my hand"

"Please take my hand"

optimism is a she

2004-12-09T02:05:00.000-08:00

why everything so dark....
why is everything we write about sooooooo glum....
let us just sing....this song......
cause she sings my song.....
i hope to sing, one day....her song....
i wanna hold my head...
and look more than just dead
shes takes a while to smile,
but when she smiles....
its takes a while,
to fade....away...if it ever does...
shes in the same old world...
that we have made so dark,
cant you see her, my friends
cant you see her, my lovers
cant you see her, you ghosts
cant you see her, you animals
you creatures...
you demons.
shes optimism,
shes pessimism
she finds it in me,
i find it in her,
optimism is a she,
let go of all you know,
kids, chimps,
lets follow her,
fuck the elders,
they think that she doesnt exist...
shes does just find her now..
lets find a way to love
to forget the sorrows..and the hate and the tears
i wanna fall away
and see how low they fly...
just for us...
see how high we fly...
cause we can surely fly...
if everybody tries
we can surely fly,
as high,
as they fly low..

Don't worry baby!

2004-12-07T15:52:00.000-08:00

You just get freaked out by the truth...dont worry baby...normal mortals do... i dont blame you *kiss kiss*, two for good luck and one for my pleasure...

an ordinary human's gotta do...what an ordinary human's gotta do...oh yeah...it's so in love with you...

Beyond life itself

2004-12-07T15:22:00.001-08:00

Don't fall now...let those wings steer you up...good ain't it...but we have no choice. we're here...u're there...we're here...not because we wanted to but because its the way our divine host made us. hey i got a question...what did you do...? i did the same i think before i was born....so did you...and i came here you went there...now thats sooooo fair...but i wont argue...cause i dunno nothing about it!! Thats what they tell me... so bye bye!! Have a nice time beyond the seven...while im here....beneath the 13. Have a nice life...let me have one too...because i think i wont be joining you...becuase of something i didnt want to...but was forced to do!!
im so happy...im condemed...you aren't! I am...why am i comparing myself to you anyway...Shoot me down ladies...men...those in between...u jinns...kill me... this is blasphemy....THIS IS BLASPHEMY.....FUCK ME...FUCK you...love me....i love you...You've changed me...i've brought a change in you.

Is she the mirror i take everywhere?

2004-12-07T14:28:00.000-08:00

The poem is about that one thing... could be that one person... or that one object... or that one flower...that one sentence....that one torn piece of cloth.anything...given it a feminine gender because it just suits the poem...

Is she the castle I've been building in the air,
Is she the mirror I've been taking everywhere
Is she the goddess that they talked about in greece,
Is she the fire in my room in winter,
Is she as close as my conscience is to me,
or the land...ive never seen
Is she my all, my breath,
my food,
my everyone,
my anyone at all
Is she the mirror ive been taking everywhere,
Is she the snow in winter-no
is she the leaf in autumn
or the blue rose in spring...that only i can see.
Is she the mirror i take everywhere?
I can feel suffering silence speak to me, as it speaks to her
Did God have the intoxicated poets pen?
and the beauty inspired artists brush when he made her?
Is she my caffeine?
Is she my nicotie?
Is she my amphetemine?
Is she my everything?
is she my anything?
Is she my happening thing?
Is she their only one?
Is she the extra knife in my back?
Os she one of those things?
Is she all of those things?
Is she my concience..fading
into God..invading
that's just...understating
it-too much.
Is she the mirror i take everywhere,
and not just anywhere
but over here
and under there.
beneath still waters.