"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Are you resting peacefully
or resting in pieces of eight
and what of four, three, two
one that has collected all things
finding, there are no things
in-between impossible and highly improbable mountains
traversed as if there was no sailing to be done
dentistry’s mistaken landscape of details
unattended until the pain is indicated
abscess riding the killer
leaving the undigested to rot and adhere
well worn patterns of yumminess in excess
excised only after infection passed through and burrowed its way
setting the canals to the end of our times
dug in by channeled waters, left for trains
trails to ride, the rails embraced
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
dismissed without understanding
brings on the desire to express further and then
futility in knowing we will encounter “it” again
the continual expression
remembering only passed on in lines
of inheritance continuously reinventing the wheel
familiar stories being those that lead us
looking for the novelty
relief of the familiar happy ever after
not today
Are you resting peacefully
or resting in pieces of eight
and what of four, three, two
one that has collected all things
finding, there are no things
in-between impossible and highly improbable mountains
traversed as if there was no sailing to be done
dentistry’s mistaken landscape of details
unattended until the pain is indicated
abscess riding the killer
leaving the undigested to rot and adhere
well worn patterns of yumminess in excess
excised only after infection passed through and burrowed its way
setting the canals to the end of our times
dug in by channeled waters, left for trains
trails to ride, the rails embraced
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
dismissed without understanding
brings on the desire to express further and then
futility in knowing we will encounter “it” again
the continual expression
remembering only passed on in lines
of inheritance continuously reinventing the wheel
familiar stories being those that lead us
looking for the novelty
relief of the familiar happy ever after
not today
teeth sinking in
her jawline's affection caressing like old black & white films
she has me down, tied to the table
so sad ever had & so digging in begins
her primal mother takes over
she bows acknowledgement
my internal realizations say goodbye
wish i could change all our lost years
when i bleed on her mouth
her hunger does not give a fuck
when i cry on her mouth
her pain takes mine away
when i beg in her mouth
she falls across me spread open
the alter we constructed leaves
reptile scales & feathers
candles & daggers
goblets & crystals
all smash to the floor
the signs are there
when we are in bed
you can feel something's weight
something's pressure
there is no body
there is only her
there is only i & what is left of me
Are you resting peacefully
or resting in pieces of eight
and what of four, three, two
one that has collected all things
finding, there are no things
in-between impossible and highly improbable mountains
traversed as if there was no sailing to be done
dentistry’s mistaken landscape of details
unattended until the pain is indicated
abscess riding the killer
leaving the undigested to rot and adhere
well worn patterns of yumminess in excess
excised only after infection passed through and burrowed its way
setting the canals to the end of our times
dug in by channeled waters, left for trains
trails to ride, the rails embraced
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
dismissed without understanding
brings on the desire to express further and then
futility in knowing we will encounter “it” again
the continual expression
remembering only passed on in lines
of inheritance continuously reinventing the wheel
familiar stories being those that lead us
looking for the novelty
relief of the familiar happy ever after
not today
what a incredible mind you have
that is rich
the whole thing is a delight to read.
some lines are just fantastic:
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
teeth sinking in
her jawline's affection caressing like old black & white films
she has me down, tied to the table
so sad ever had & so digging in begins
her primal mother takes over
she bows acknowledgement
my internal realizations say goodbye
wish i could change all our lost years
when i bleed on her mouth
her hunger does not give a fuck
when i cry on her mouth
her pain takes mine away
when i beg in her mouth
she falls across me spread open
the alter we constructed leaves
reptile scales & feathers
candles & daggers
goblets & crystals
all smash to the floor
the signs are there
when we are in bed
you can feel something's weight
something's pressure
there is no body
there is only her
there is only i & what is left of me
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
Oh please let it rain today. This city's so filthy. Like my mind in ways.
Oh it was the time. Like a clean new taste.
Smiling eyes before me and tears from my face.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah.
Sin for sale. Buying just a need. O who planted all the devils seeds?
And what's the truth? And the truth that lies at home.
It's on the inside and I can't get it off. Yeah.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah.
What's clean is pure. But hey, I'm white on the outside. Though I stray.
What she don't know today might kill us both tomorrow. Bring it back someway.
Bring it back, back, back... to the clean form. To the pure form.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love. Yeah
Wash my ...wash my...wash my love....yeaaaaaaahhhhhhh
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
that "oh shit!!" moment
where you run into an ex
that you loved...
things ended in an ugly manner.
you forgive her, but you are not sure
if she forgives you?
the moment where you see her,
recognize her,
and your sphincter puckers up
as you duck your head and
walk the other way
hoping she did not see you...
yeah that moment
just happened..
"You can tell the greatness of a man by what makes him angry." - Lincoln
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"Shhh", she whispers...
When they know, they run.
When they see, they know.
When they feel, they see.
When they touch, they feel.
When they want, they touch.
..."Keep to yourself and it will
All be okay"
"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
dripping candles went all over
the wind blew in november
you sustained an aftermath
of fractions, windows, numbers
(touch me when I sizzle like that)
birds at night fly so high
drizzle-driven puddles
it all at once makes sense now
coincidence, you, wonder
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
dripping candles went all over
the wind blew in november
you sustained an aftermath
of fractions, windows, numbers
(touch me when I sizzle like that)
birds at night fly so high
drizzle-driven puddles
it all at once makes sense now
coincidence, you, wonder
Restless
Unbridled tension,
Silent suffering
Words beckoning to cry out,
Thoughts scattered.
Numbness throughout.
Run away! Just run away!
You know you want to.
Peel some Potatoes,
Boil some eggs.
Make a salad.
What next?
Think of something quick.
Before it all comes rushing in again.
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Comments
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
or resting in pieces of eight
and what of four, three, two
one that has collected all things
finding, there are no things
in-between impossible and highly improbable mountains
traversed as if there was no sailing to be done
dentistry’s mistaken landscape of details
unattended until the pain is indicated
abscess riding the killer
leaving the undigested to rot and adhere
well worn patterns of yumminess in excess
excised only after infection passed through and burrowed its way
setting the canals to the end of our times
dug in by channeled waters, left for trains
trails to ride, the rails embraced
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
dismissed without understanding
brings on the desire to express further and then
futility in knowing we will encounter “it” again
the continual expression
remembering only passed on in lines
of inheritance continuously reinventing the wheel
familiar stories being those that lead us
looking for the novelty
relief of the familiar happy ever after
not today
what a incredible mind you have
that is rich
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
her jawline's affection caressing like old black & white films
she has me down, tied to the table
so sad ever had & so digging in begins
her primal mother takes over
she bows acknowledgement
my internal realizations say goodbye
wish i could change all our lost years
when i bleed on her mouth
her hunger does not give a fuck
when i cry on her mouth
her pain takes mine away
when i beg in her mouth
she falls across me spread open
the alter we constructed leaves
reptile scales & feathers
candles & daggers
goblets & crystals
all smash to the floor
the signs are there
when we are in bed
you can feel something's weight
something's pressure
there is no body
there is only her
there is only i & what is left of me
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
the whole thing is a delight to read.
some lines are just fantastic:
highly suspect philosophies are
quoted for their least understood lines
holy shit
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed".- Carl Jung.
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."- Paul Klee
Oh it was the time. Like a clean new taste.
Smiling eyes before me and tears from my face.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah.
Sin for sale. Buying just a need. O who planted all the devils seeds?
And what's the truth? And the truth that lies at home.
It's on the inside and I can't get it off. Yeah.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love, yeah.
What's clean is pure. But hey, I'm white on the outside. Though I stray.
What she don't know today might kill us both tomorrow. Bring it back someway.
Bring it back, back, back... to the clean form. To the pure form.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love.
Wash my love. Wash my love. Wash my love. Yeah
Wash my ...wash my...wash my love....yeaaaaaaahhhhhhh
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Mind
Full
Of
Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
The black and white fades
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
where you run into an ex
that you loved...
things ended in an ugly manner.
you forgive her, but you are not sure
if she forgives you?
the moment where you see her,
recognize her,
and your sphincter puckers up
as you duck your head and
walk the other way
hoping she did not see you...
yeah that moment
just happened..
"Well, you tell him that I don't talk to suckas."
see this doobie
let's cut it in half
one side for you
and one side for me
I am sick
so it will lead to sneezes
and coughing fits
I will cover my nose and mouth
Afterwards murmur Jesus
I am sick
But the doobie is still done
Since I cut it in half
We will decide
It's time for another one
I am sick
but the second doobie is strong
we cut it in half
but in solo rotation
we forget where each belonged
Sorry
That I think of you
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
you scan
putting pieces full on
mental meal
all cornerstones come while
keys leak
as you make me become you are fascinate
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
you stupid, stupid motherfucker.
you said you were done with that stuff...
:evil: :evil:
"Well, you tell him that I don't talk to suckas."
coming again for a closing scene
its the man of the hour
crashed again
coming again for a closing scene
may, may wait..
cus land down under can't wait for me, my love leaving now..
And once in awhile we'll get off the beat'in path.
But our moral compasses will always bring us back.
When they know, they run.
When they see, they know.
When they feel, they see.
When they touch, they feel.
When they want, they touch.
..."Keep to yourself and it will
All be okay"
the wind blew in november
you sustained an aftermath
of fractions, windows, numbers
(touch me when I sizzle like that)
birds at night fly so high
drizzle-driven puddles
it all at once makes sense now
coincidence, you, wonder
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
I like this.
Unbridled tension,
Silent suffering
Words beckoning to cry out,
Thoughts scattered.
Numbness throughout.
Run away! Just run away!
You know you want to.
Peel some Potatoes,
Boil some eggs.
Make a salad.
What next?
Think of something quick.
Before it all comes rushing in again.
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”