The One Who Does Not Exist

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

X-Ta-C


Tree energy with atomic vibrations, come to me, come to me
Tree energy from vibes so free, some energy, some energy
Troubled by icy water so livid, so wild
Troubled by enticement to be bathed, andcontrived 

Cumbersome delight takes to the sky
Beasts in boardrooms written and blind
 Justice to be, the feeling is nigh
Breasts so tasty and true find

Crimple with disgust the ailments to know
This kind of raucous is failing the show 

Sunday, January 22, 2012

X-Trap: U Late!



Attitude trickles into vacuous crave to be
Trivial aims to justify this plight
Lessen the pace by each decree
A desolate nature to get it right

Liberated yet insulate is this old boy
Disintegrated vision so hesitant and cool
Testicles busted with pain and joy 
Sentenced to life as a fool

Nancy complex, succumbs to brute like might
Corridors of justice: tormented like whore 
Insecure desire to get it right
Laughter without a need to withdraw

Saturday, January 21, 2012

B-Carb



Group sex in the back seat of mini
Clear as mud, read my name
Haste of some given to many
Fortuitous viewpoints all in vein

Cry through the rectum of distaste
Cucumbers had while travelling in France
All is blessed with eternal waste
Enter the circle for here’s your chance

Crippled by intoxicated dreams
Free to roam so eloquently

Friday, January 20, 2012

D-funked




A snake works overtime to wash dishes
Threesomes had by ex-nuns on heat
Livid dreams harbored by an orangutan begin to hatch
Forced sexual acts, flooded with pop-culture’s beat

Energy lost through anxious turnip-faced Koalas
Particularly subjective to troll like insight
In and out of sex-therapy’s pallor
Craters form on anal retentive plight

Acts of nature plastered and dormant     
Thrills that alleviate modernity’s stress

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Moon

The moon, bright and full does radiate


Pure glow of yellow beauty does elate

As a warmth of such delight comes here

All is well in my heart 'cos she's near



Free to be and live this way

All the dogs and wolves do stray

Yet in their soul they do howl

That chance to be close here and now



Longing for the thirst she does bring

All night long this wolf does sing

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Rudikuous

Internal thrust blows my mind
Hard right now and night long
Peculiar like action taken to hold
This plight I strike to be bold
Fright from some crusty not understood
Life a luxury so good
Sultry three feet thick
Love of life stubborn and wrong

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

In Sight

Wings from fingers engage in flight


Wings from fingers engage in flight

Settled in shadows to break free this and dance

Endless spasms of an empty like trance



Bounce in lightening flash clouds of madness

This desire to end motions turmoil for balance

Greet insecure wishes for everlasting grimace

Driven to blast out a wait for end to malace





Wings from fingers engage in flight

Wings from fingers engage in flight

Settled in shadows to break free this and dance

Endless spasms of an empty like trance



Colour lost in shades of grey

People see black and white anyway

To bring me life I need to die again and again

The body that conitnues to walk another day has no recolection

Unable to perceive a life not empty



Wings from fingers engage in flight

Wings from fingers engage in flight

Settled in shadows to break free this and dance

Endless spasms of an empty like trance



When dances in banana feels take offence

Errect that bossom child's brain-eaten plight

Just to never take solice on that Mountain of consequence

Rivers will take me out of here as long as I have you in sight



Wings from fingers engage in flight

Wings from fingers engage in flight

Settled in shadows to break free this and dance

Endless spasms of an empty like trance

Hell and Peace live in Harmony with Chaos!

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