Stuff. hope someone likes them.
Raindrops
Down in numbers we drizzled,
In a suicidal spiral.
Pulling all stops,
Taking no heed,
High as the sky on speed.
Enchanted by promises of how high we’ll rise,
Never telling us about that fall.
Like fucking idiots we bought the dream,
A thousand pieces, we were creamed.
On the pavement now we lay,
In total disarray.
Regrets thinking back;
Least the fall was great,
We evaporate…
__________________________________________________
Do you believe in fate and rabbit holes,
of looking glass mirrors into lands unknown?
Are poems enough tattoo for your soul?
This is all I need to know.
The rain came down on me,
with the gentle staccato of a prowling cat.
Fingers chilled unto a wet cigarette,
its all coming down...
haha, damn funny,
someone has been a bit grumpy.
With a start and a yolp,
he hastened himself out,
now all we're left with is a second rate tout.
Good cheer dearies,
why should stupidity make your pretty face frumpy?
all we do is try...
Oh horrors couldn't you tell?
But horrors of terrors hide treasures!
hordes galore! And you know what's more?
This can be where the rainbow ends.
Where the broken and wounded come to mend,
taking ammunition, once more, unto the breach.
'Cos things are always slightly out of reach-
only if you'd try.
So once more dear brothers unto the breach,
bite down, dig in, no pain nor fear, agony apparent.
Our parents may not be wise with nothing left to teach,
for someone of them, thank god they're rich.
The world is only what we put into it.
Your madness can be your fountain of strength,
where even the fiercest devils fail to rent.
Then you will realize what is the jugular,
as you feel their pulse against your lips,
and you will realize you don't need to bite.
Outlasting, far and away,
has more dignity and pride.
Power corrupts only when it’s kept.
Maybe then will we come to know,
what value there'd be sleeping out in the cold,
as the light melts the flesh against your soul.
I have stopped appearing in photos,
epic is but the magnitude of the soul.
Thusly I surrender my teeth, my throat, my mouth, my lips,
and that little bit of that with the shake of the hips.
For I need them not if my words are upon your lips
I was chosen by the Valkyrie while dreaming with my eyes open,
body listless on a couch.
This I tell you brothers, that all words are left at the gates.
Beauty so pure, it rends away your eyes,
wrenching blood from your heart into tears.
All I'll ever need for you to know is this;
I dreamt of Americas, I bear the skin of Asia
I think in Europe and have Africa in my veins.
I've drifted to Australia to draw these rhymes from the earth.
My hands are empty and there's nothing more I need.
All I ask is courage and to fight with your hearts.
I share the metaphors that many have had,
for us is one and two is not more.
All this I'm sure you have always known in your core,
it's you who sit of the throne in judgement.
Hence, we have no need to speak of this evermore.
__________________________________________________
Fellow Ape,
The news of your imminent return has been met with great anitcipation and simple joy. We in the Land of Oz will be engaged in mortal combat with our own demons 'till the last days of June. 23rd July has been chosen by the Fates to mark the start of the Winter Wars of Rage. Followed by 5 days of briefings before the start of engagements against baffling metaphors and subtle madness.
The battle has been hard, our souls weary. Screaming with such speed against the acid rains, I bear the marks of impertinence upon this borrowed visage. Poisons have painted my liver, peeing out hard fast sins. Mine mind and my brothers', surrendered our minds to witness blinding terrors. That we may understand light-giving in-sight and hind, piecemeal aspects of beauty.
Thus I beseech you my brother, send us but a word. And I oath you upon the anointed date, our valkyries will sky a wake across oceans, with Thor beating out the cadence of our gait. The isle of moisture and starless night would start a bit. As it recalls the passion of our past battles and carnage. As it readies for the coming with our hands around it's heart. My, my, my...what awaits...
It's time enough to invent new words. For we are legion, we were alway one and I am nothing. Nothing matters if matter is a metaphor for light. I have learnt to fall off buildings and grow wings. I have swimmed through so many colors I sometimes came out white. Existence is lean. Tattooed scars from manufactured battles should have a name.
Still, it's the sum of you marvels most endowed. For remember a fairy tale told? How of different colors all we were? So, lend me thine eyes in exchange for mine. That we may look through each others resting on an isle by the tropical waters edge. It's the year of the snake. I am shedding.
The snake that will be dragon,
Gronk!
"Pearls are from dirt, diamonds pressure. Why do I smoke? 'Cos I dragon."
Raindrops
Down in numbers we drizzled,
In a suicidal spiral.
Pulling all stops,
Taking no heed,
High as the sky on speed.
Enchanted by promises of how high we’ll rise,
Never telling us about that fall.
Like fucking idiots we bought the dream,
A thousand pieces, we were creamed.
On the pavement now we lay,
In total disarray.
Regrets thinking back;
Least the fall was great,
We evaporate…
__________________________________________________
Do you believe in fate and rabbit holes,
of looking glass mirrors into lands unknown?
Are poems enough tattoo for your soul?
This is all I need to know.
The rain came down on me,
with the gentle staccato of a prowling cat.
Fingers chilled unto a wet cigarette,
its all coming down...
haha, damn funny,
someone has been a bit grumpy.
With a start and a yolp,
he hastened himself out,
now all we're left with is a second rate tout.
Good cheer dearies,
why should stupidity make your pretty face frumpy?
all we do is try...
Oh horrors couldn't you tell?
But horrors of terrors hide treasures!
hordes galore! And you know what's more?
This can be where the rainbow ends.
Where the broken and wounded come to mend,
taking ammunition, once more, unto the breach.
'Cos things are always slightly out of reach-
only if you'd try.
So once more dear brothers unto the breach,
bite down, dig in, no pain nor fear, agony apparent.
Our parents may not be wise with nothing left to teach,
for someone of them, thank god they're rich.
The world is only what we put into it.
Your madness can be your fountain of strength,
where even the fiercest devils fail to rent.
Then you will realize what is the jugular,
as you feel their pulse against your lips,
and you will realize you don't need to bite.
Outlasting, far and away,
has more dignity and pride.
Power corrupts only when it’s kept.
Maybe then will we come to know,
what value there'd be sleeping out in the cold,
as the light melts the flesh against your soul.
I have stopped appearing in photos,
epic is but the magnitude of the soul.
Thusly I surrender my teeth, my throat, my mouth, my lips,
and that little bit of that with the shake of the hips.
For I need them not if my words are upon your lips
I was chosen by the Valkyrie while dreaming with my eyes open,
body listless on a couch.
This I tell you brothers, that all words are left at the gates.
Beauty so pure, it rends away your eyes,
wrenching blood from your heart into tears.
All I'll ever need for you to know is this;
I dreamt of Americas, I bear the skin of Asia
I think in Europe and have Africa in my veins.
I've drifted to Australia to draw these rhymes from the earth.
My hands are empty and there's nothing more I need.
All I ask is courage and to fight with your hearts.
I share the metaphors that many have had,
for us is one and two is not more.
All this I'm sure you have always known in your core,
it's you who sit of the throne in judgement.
Hence, we have no need to speak of this evermore.
__________________________________________________
Fellow Ape,
The news of your imminent return has been met with great anitcipation and simple joy. We in the Land of Oz will be engaged in mortal combat with our own demons 'till the last days of June. 23rd July has been chosen by the Fates to mark the start of the Winter Wars of Rage. Followed by 5 days of briefings before the start of engagements against baffling metaphors and subtle madness.
The battle has been hard, our souls weary. Screaming with such speed against the acid rains, I bear the marks of impertinence upon this borrowed visage. Poisons have painted my liver, peeing out hard fast sins. Mine mind and my brothers', surrendered our minds to witness blinding terrors. That we may understand light-giving in-sight and hind, piecemeal aspects of beauty.
Thus I beseech you my brother, send us but a word. And I oath you upon the anointed date, our valkyries will sky a wake across oceans, with Thor beating out the cadence of our gait. The isle of moisture and starless night would start a bit. As it recalls the passion of our past battles and carnage. As it readies for the coming with our hands around it's heart. My, my, my...what awaits...
It's time enough to invent new words. For we are legion, we were alway one and I am nothing. Nothing matters if matter is a metaphor for light. I have learnt to fall off buildings and grow wings. I have swimmed through so many colors I sometimes came out white. Existence is lean. Tattooed scars from manufactured battles should have a name.
Still, it's the sum of you marvels most endowed. For remember a fairy tale told? How of different colors all we were? So, lend me thine eyes in exchange for mine. That we may look through each others resting on an isle by the tropical waters edge. It's the year of the snake. I am shedding.
The snake that will be dragon,
Gronk!
"Pearls are from dirt, diamonds pressure. Why do I smoke? 'Cos I dragon."
