Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Stupid world of the Dead

dead dog
dead fish
dead meat
thats all we are

dead mind
dead heart
no soul
thats what i am

dead songs
dead memories
dead hurt
dead world

dead thoughts
dead towns
dead minds
dead pathos

dead fire
dead wood
dead animal a worn mat
dead fruit a plant misses you

dead frog
virus alive
dead monkey
dead me

dead world
dead god
dead us
dead dead.

The Stupid game of dont's

dont touch deep inside
dont touch where it hurts
dont touch and bring it back.
dont touch and let live.

dont touch this
dont let it become part of you
dont touch the wet earth
dont let earth touch you

dont move slow
dont move him
dont think her
dont worry it

dont touch and fly
dont stay and bury
dont move and cry
dont be and become.

dont ever read thoughts
dont let thoughts read through you
dont mind that
that wont mind you.

Stupid Decisions

thinking dreams may come alive.
that was the mistake i made.
i never accepted what life was as it is.
but invented one as my own.

treading softly so no one would hear.
a somniambulent soul who knows no path
world sleeps on as time goes by.
i stand , i watch , and laugh at the irony of life.

shaken, stricken, driven by insanity
rising , falling with no road in sight
the only thing that moves like a broken record in my mind
is the thought of cutting a blade grass with a knife

the brook murmurs, draining life of its color.
painting the color of dark in the tip of me.
covering the vision of the mocking seer, the blue black veil.
still laughing at life's irony am I.

ah still one more problem isnt there?
the vision blurs slowly
slowly
and fades away.
only the distant echo of the riotious jeer echos on and on.