Sunday, October 27, 2013

i was just lost then i found

I wish i could visit every home
see every face
feel every hand
but i do via the eye
hurts like hell
i could fix it all
one step at a time
i could give satisfaction
to insatisfaction
just to be.
is enough.
Or is it?
I am disappearing
fading away
nothing to say
a small dot
I sit on an empty stage
having nothing to say
no binary genius here
just me
human till the end.
Do you see where we're going?
When I come back again
I'll have a machine head.
problems of the poor
I'll have a chip to buy or sell
this is the future
this is hell.
cuz i like to be free.
We bide our time like we have forever
but we do have forever
back together you and me.
in another time.
Where do we draw the line?
Remember the snake is slow to react.
bureaucracy trap

all hail mighty beer

Freedom from slavery.
anyway I had a dream of demons and God
demons are real
who knew?
weight on your shoulders gun in your hand
knife in your argument
you'll see his small trench coat
fat bodied sausaged between
and smile on his gold teeth.
isn't life neat?
then you see god
sitting playing chess with the homeless
ready to tell
how the road leads to the sun
and then
we all become
not your fucking collective religion
your money grubbing guru and his bull shit.
marketing fuckers need to die
he had something to say
a lot of nothing to say.
Dubai needs to die
gomorrah is a palm city
in the desert
judgement is swift.
A tsunami is to come.
Muhaamad likes to fuck little girls
and we do not approve.
your tower of babel
needs to take a little ride
to reality. good times.
fun times
who do you think that you are?
Money does not matter
power does not matter
status does not matter
all that matters is the sweet whisper
of butterfly wings
in a dark night
under a full moon.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

holy shit my last post got censored.

I wonder who did the censoring...
if you want to know what it says look
up the Latin form of the word cretin.
lol welcome to 1984
leave your mind by the door.
thought police. 


What is it I own?
static perception machine
of my own acumen.
Freedom is a shuttered window
a closed door
metal casing closing.
the clanging of a metal cup
against bars
a gorilla's stance
in a cement room.
They never knew the orangutan
hid the key in his mouth
to pick the lock
and make his escape.
Good for him.
I'm with you buddy
though in your anger
you rip the heads from children
with no remorse.
Instinctual survival
of the most scared.
"A ride."
Your eulogy resounds in my head
the god's tool
broke the silence in the room.
I look but it's all gone, again.
we are not the orangutan.
Alexander shook his head
what to do
when "there are no more world's to conquer"?
We'll bake bread in clay ovens
thanking god for warm bellies
clay in clay
a catalyst for our fermentation.
drunk and satiated
till the sun rises again.
Pragmatic practical steps to the end
someone must keep a clear mind
while the cretins while away the time
Latin form christianus (christ's ass or )
an innocent fool. 
Modus of control.
Cognitive dissonance
creates static states 
between truth
and illusion. 
What does a walking perception machine own?
Only this moment.