Ask yourself, Who am I, Then when you’ve tried effortlessly hard You’ll get a positive reply. Like, I am the last king of the universe, Which is an enormous lie, But you still see it as the truth, Even though it’ll cause your unfortunate demise.
I tell you about what life has in store for you, But you don’t seem to care So I will use my words of glue, To stick you up in the positive and cloudy atmosphere. Stay if you like Or let loose if you dare See if I’ll even bother to stare, Well who knows Maybe I’d save you, Or let you spill over the earth’s floor Like a helpless glass of beer.
So in the end I am still you, Since I’m inside your head Searching for ideas new, I’m still your ‘mind’ off course I will always stick in your head like glue. Nevertheless that phrase is getting old, So What’s new!
Abdicating the shadows; totemic. I return back to dig up the buried- moon from the ruins of poetry. It benumbs. No response was coming from cajoling the black secrets- of time-cast. A storm was raging in a pack of emptiness.
A monster from a tree jumps and runs around the bushes to mate. A blank statement is issued. The system groans and collective pshyche fails. A stark silence for the food for thoughts. I sit down to meditate- to find
Tonight the nectar will be spread to tame a random tormentor. Black and white, I never saw my father weeping. Lonely he was. I am my own creation today weather beaten. Confession to – confession, unread. When the- storm was
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The