Spinin to the Toss
There was no call for a heads or tails
No winner no loser
Nothing to win or lose for
So the coin was hit in the heart
And up it started its journey for no cost
The first twirl made the horses talk
And soon it infected the intellectual froth
They all cheered at the spin
What a bunch for loosers waitin for nfin
And then the moral police came to force
Objecting to the purpose of the toss
And while all this happened
That poor coin waited
All twisting and turning
And spining and twirlin
No choice but to race the wind to the top
And then wait again to get caught
Only to hear its fall
Winning or loosing would all come late
So the crowd got together to hear the news
Little of which had any use
It would all be just a matter of time
Before the result and then the wine
As the coin followed the rules of gravity
It still struggled the wind
The sun and the humidity
There was no crib
Cuz it went with the flow
And little did it know
That even though it could have stepped on a toe
It was funny how eager everyone was first to see it go up
And more eager
To watch it come down
It couldnt even get lost in the way
So it decided to enjoy the time anyway!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
REALITY CHECK
Ridin the Bullet
Awoken by the voiceless nightmare scream
Struggling with a plainful silent cry of a broken intestine
Shaking to the current of a hyper electric bolt of current
Caught off guard by the ugly black fat cockroach
The numbness of it all
Makes the ride and the fall
Feel like a crawl
Yet the feeling in it
Is like ridin on top of a speeding bullet
Everything looks so normal today
But why was it a whole different world yesterday
That huge manhole
Could'nt have been filled in a day
That thing that looked unbelievably awesome just a while ago
Looks so plane and ordinary and nfin like before
Is the fantasy all over
Or is this all part of the ride on the bullet?
What if the blast is still waiting to happen
And the reach is just a few miles to come
Would everything still burn
If it lost a glance in the turn?
It was all maddening black
How could it suddenly turn yellow?
Is this the smooth on the silvat(wrinkle)?
Or just part of the sights on the ride on the bullet
Awoken by the voiceless nightmare scream
Struggling with a plainful silent cry of a broken intestine
Shaking to the current of a hyper electric bolt of current
Caught off guard by the ugly black fat cockroach
The numbness of it all
Makes the ride and the fall
Feel like a crawl
Yet the feeling in it
Is like ridin on top of a speeding bullet
Everything looks so normal today
But why was it a whole different world yesterday
That huge manhole
Could'nt have been filled in a day
That thing that looked unbelievably awesome just a while ago
Looks so plane and ordinary and nfin like before
Is the fantasy all over
Or is this all part of the ride on the bullet?
What if the blast is still waiting to happen
And the reach is just a few miles to come
Would everything still burn
If it lost a glance in the turn?
It was all maddening black
How could it suddenly turn yellow?
Is this the smooth on the silvat(wrinkle)?
Or just part of the sights on the ride on the bullet
Just some crap that came out from nowhere
I'm Thinkin Thats what You're Thinkin
So when i was lookin outa the window the other day
Outa nowhere it struck me, that you were on your way
So just to check up I dialed you
And all you asked me was "So what the fuck's new?"
Did i just make that up in my head
That you've made plans to come you had said?
And as i spoke you were thinkin...
"Whats wrong with her? She must have been drinkin!"
Thats just what i'm thinkin you're thinkin
And then i walked though the ends of the earth
And through the thunderstorms and all noisy forms
Just for that warm feelin i get when you're by my side
And you turned around and said
"What the fuck are you doin here at this time of the day"
And i gave that embaressed glance and you were thinkin
"This galz totally lost it and i see no hope,
she made it through half a million miles for only God knows what,
what the hell is wrong with her, is she high on all of the dope?"
But thats just what i'm thinkin you're thinkin"
Oh and there was that time I was walking through space
And that one star i saw fit perfectly on that spot near your window
So i picked it up and sent it to shine
So that every time you look outside you look up at it and smile
And to save myself that goofy feeling
I told the moon to shine extra brightly
So that you dont find anything out of the ordinary
When you come to look outside your balcony
And that idiot moon couldnt carry the disguise
And you knew somthing was fishy
It so easily caught your eye
No matter how hard you tried
You couldnt help wonder why
I could easily have had a hand in it
No matter how much i denied
"Aikaramba! She'z crazy!"
That probobly what you thought
"Could she really have done that?
"But why? and how? and why?"
Thats what you must have been thinkin
Or atleast whats what i thought you were thinkin
Well i must be right
Or you must be wrong
Which ever way you see it
It might just all fit
Because at this time in my life
You put the moon in the sky
And told the stars to shine
And the both of us know that its only a matter of time
When the fantesy breaks
Everything will loose its rhyme
So we might as well enjoy it for as long as it lasts
"Tis beter to have loved and lost" Shakespeare said that
And who knows if this time would ever come again
Thats what you should be thinkin
Or should i say its what i think that i wish you'd be thinking
So when i was lookin outa the window the other day
Outa nowhere it struck me, that you were on your way
So just to check up I dialed you
And all you asked me was "So what the fuck's new?"
Did i just make that up in my head
That you've made plans to come you had said?
And as i spoke you were thinkin...
"Whats wrong with her? She must have been drinkin!"
Thats just what i'm thinkin you're thinkin
And then i walked though the ends of the earth
And through the thunderstorms and all noisy forms
Just for that warm feelin i get when you're by my side
And you turned around and said
"What the fuck are you doin here at this time of the day"
And i gave that embaressed glance and you were thinkin
"This galz totally lost it and i see no hope,
she made it through half a million miles for only God knows what,
what the hell is wrong with her, is she high on all of the dope?"
But thats just what i'm thinkin you're thinkin"
Oh and there was that time I was walking through space
And that one star i saw fit perfectly on that spot near your window
So i picked it up and sent it to shine
So that every time you look outside you look up at it and smile
And to save myself that goofy feeling
I told the moon to shine extra brightly
So that you dont find anything out of the ordinary
When you come to look outside your balcony
And that idiot moon couldnt carry the disguise
And you knew somthing was fishy
It so easily caught your eye
No matter how hard you tried
You couldnt help wonder why
I could easily have had a hand in it
No matter how much i denied
"Aikaramba! She'z crazy!"
That probobly what you thought
"Could she really have done that?
"But why? and how? and why?"
Thats what you must have been thinkin
Or atleast whats what i thought you were thinkin
Well i must be right
Or you must be wrong
Which ever way you see it
It might just all fit
Because at this time in my life
You put the moon in the sky
And told the stars to shine
And the both of us know that its only a matter of time
When the fantesy breaks
Everything will loose its rhyme
So we might as well enjoy it for as long as it lasts
"Tis beter to have loved and lost" Shakespeare said that
And who knows if this time would ever come again
Thats what you should be thinkin
Or should i say its what i think that i wish you'd be thinking
Burnt eye lashes
The ballerina turned out of the legs
And tossed and floated around like a rhythm machine
And just when she twisted for her pointe work
The clouds assembled in front of my eyes
Stung my pupils and burnt some eye lashes
And that other woman just stood and laughed
rolled over and laughed
At the sight of the one in a trillion
The look of my burnt eye lashes
Then just as i checked
To see of they were all there
The lovely dancer got back on her feet
And threw enigma in the air
Refection was still deceiving
And my callused fingers too numb
damn why couldn't i see
If i had burnt a few eye lashes
Lost in the orchestra
It slipped off of my mind
The air still infected
By the grace of her step
And then it struck me again
And I touched to see
If what had happened really did
And the burnt eye lashes were no kid
Turns out that the floater
Really did take em away
Makin me look freaky
In a very unique way
So laugh all you want punk!
I still got a story to tell!
With the ballerina doing her moves so precious
Even though at the cost of my burnt eye lashes
And tossed and floated around like a rhythm machine
And just when she twisted for her pointe work
The clouds assembled in front of my eyes
Stung my pupils and burnt some eye lashes
And that other woman just stood and laughed
rolled over and laughed
At the sight of the one in a trillion
The look of my burnt eye lashes
Then just as i checked
To see of they were all there
The lovely dancer got back on her feet
And threw enigma in the air
Refection was still deceiving
And my callused fingers too numb
damn why couldn't i see
If i had burnt a few eye lashes
Lost in the orchestra
It slipped off of my mind
The air still infected
By the grace of her step
And then it struck me again
And I touched to see
If what had happened really did
And the burnt eye lashes were no kid
Turns out that the floater
Really did take em away
Makin me look freaky
In a very unique way
So laugh all you want punk!
I still got a story to tell!
With the ballerina doing her moves so precious
Even though at the cost of my burnt eye lashes
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Ruined with a happy endings
When things get ruined by happy endings
God dear God what would have happened to Romio and juliet
If they would have just got eachother, as how easily it was said
And what about all those meeters and met
Who couldnt come together for whatever reason or circumstances they felt
Who would they relate to in their time of mess
If everything was perfect, what use would life get
It would all be predictable
And everyone would know
That the hero would walk off with his grand price
Without the lesson of his life
What about all those paintings and poems
And songs and books,
and films and all the rest
That came to being because of a broken heart
A loss for the world for sure
To us and the likes of us
Sometimes its a wonder to me
when i’m young i read happy stories
not knowing there was more coming
Not knowing i would probably miss out
Eager seekers sometimes mess it up
By showing everything beautiful
a white lie for a conversation with the tea cup
So much fiction and fantasy out there
how can noone see it
how can noone not get
That it would all be ruined by happy endings
a beautiful thought
Thankfully not put to rest
And what about when you get old ugly and sick
what would you look upon to lessen the prick
And those thankless souls
who would learn in time
what it is they should be looking for
what it is they would find
And have I forgotten God himself
Where would he send his earthquake
the erupting volcano’s
the hurricanes and the works he’s made
where in the world would he put it
if there were no unhappy endings
What were they thinking
when they said it was so beautiful?
It was so perfectly beautiful
that words cannot explain
The ugly is pretty and thats for a fact
Its just waiting for you to see it through
Coz what would you compare the pretty to???
Black lips and ugly moles
weird growth on the body and skinny toes
And the first ugly design of the Mercedes benz
Before it came to be for what it is meant
The niggers and slavery
it was all an ugly time
But the great wall of china, beautiful you still find
It was a pretty ugly time (pun intended)
When Nusrat Saab awoke from his dream nightmare screaming
Man he must have been freaked out
But look at the awesome time he brought even after dying
And what about the pretty Greek monument
And the Italian cathedrals
The Czar’s and the Mughal’s
And Chengez khan marvels
Once they were pretty ugly and they still are
At the cost of ugly wrath and personal spat
So ugly kid joe may not be ugly
They still call themselves that
Isnt that pretty
And me i wear glasses
So what? Who said that cant be sexy
Coz when you take em off
everything is still pretty yet ugly
And what about the thorny crown that christ wore on his head
I still see tattoo’s on so many passing backs and chests
And the goth that once freaked out so many
Is now a trend that cost more or less than a penny......
God dear God what would have happened to Romio and juliet
If they would have just got eachother, as how easily it was said
And what about all those meeters and met
Who couldnt come together for whatever reason or circumstances they felt
Who would they relate to in their time of mess
If everything was perfect, what use would life get
It would all be predictable
And everyone would know
That the hero would walk off with his grand price
Without the lesson of his life
What about all those paintings and poems
And songs and books,
and films and all the rest
That came to being because of a broken heart
A loss for the world for sure
To us and the likes of us
Sometimes its a wonder to me
when i’m young i read happy stories
not knowing there was more coming
Not knowing i would probably miss out
Eager seekers sometimes mess it up
By showing everything beautiful
a white lie for a conversation with the tea cup
So much fiction and fantasy out there
how can noone see it
how can noone not get
That it would all be ruined by happy endings
a beautiful thought
Thankfully not put to rest
And what about when you get old ugly and sick
what would you look upon to lessen the prick
And those thankless souls
who would learn in time
what it is they should be looking for
what it is they would find
And have I forgotten God himself
Where would he send his earthquake
the erupting volcano’s
the hurricanes and the works he’s made
where in the world would he put it
if there were no unhappy endings
What were they thinking
when they said it was so beautiful?
It was so perfectly beautiful
that words cannot explain
The ugly is pretty and thats for a fact
Its just waiting for you to see it through
Coz what would you compare the pretty to???
Black lips and ugly moles
weird growth on the body and skinny toes
And the first ugly design of the Mercedes benz
Before it came to be for what it is meant
The niggers and slavery
it was all an ugly time
But the great wall of china, beautiful you still find
It was a pretty ugly time (pun intended)
When Nusrat Saab awoke from his dream nightmare screaming
Man he must have been freaked out
But look at the awesome time he brought even after dying
And what about the pretty Greek monument
And the Italian cathedrals
The Czar’s and the Mughal’s
And Chengez khan marvels
Once they were pretty ugly and they still are
At the cost of ugly wrath and personal spat
So ugly kid joe may not be ugly
They still call themselves that
Isnt that pretty
And me i wear glasses
So what? Who said that cant be sexy
Coz when you take em off
everything is still pretty yet ugly
And what about the thorny crown that christ wore on his head
I still see tattoo’s on so many passing backs and chests
And the goth that once freaked out so many
Is now a trend that cost more or less than a penny......
Reality of the unreal
Look at the water on a moonlit starry night
or through a glass, it changes all shapes and size
Blow a bubble and see how colourful
the world looks through it.
Look through the tears in your eyes
or just when ur so hammered
It all looks so hazy clear
And the babies eyes are the luckiest lot
to see so much newness and wierdness
turn upside down and look at the world
all in their inverted form
And the calm before the storm
and the world after the rain
the look of food when you’re super hungry
the feel of water going down ur thirsty throat
The first gust of wind when you sweat like a horse
And the first ray of sunlight in the fucking cold
Its all just the momentary real
Yet the reality of all thats unreal
or through a glass, it changes all shapes and size
Blow a bubble and see how colourful
the world looks through it.
Look through the tears in your eyes
or just when ur so hammered
It all looks so hazy clear
And the babies eyes are the luckiest lot
to see so much newness and wierdness
turn upside down and look at the world
all in their inverted form
And the calm before the storm
and the world after the rain
the look of food when you’re super hungry
the feel of water going down ur thirsty throat
The first gust of wind when you sweat like a horse
And the first ray of sunlight in the fucking cold
Its all just the momentary real
Yet the reality of all thats unreal
Love on your roof top
She sat in solitude, sweet and painful
she was a poor lonely girl
with a few memories in her pocket
she looked at them
saved them with deep care
coz it was all she has to keep her from her dispair
The love that she had with him on the roof top
she could never forget
the music played all around
and the wind make her stare
she knew it was the fantesy she ran after
she loved to be in the unreal
but she trapped herself
and now there was no way to go
the love that she made on the rooftop
was a life time ago
yet she sat to get it back
barbed wires all around
yet she touched it to feel sound
they say they would always be there
she believed in them but they all backed out
reality kept striking
and she kept denying
coz the love she made on the rooftop
was more precious to her
than the turtule dove that never forgot his mate
if only she realised
all that was at stake
Her illusion had her stuck
on something she would never get
so much inside her
yet so hard to get out
And the love that she had on the rooftop
made her hope that it was all okay
but destiny had its mind made
and she couldnt escape
Her wings were made of wax
and the sunshine tried to take them away
she knew she couldnt have her way
but she still held on
for the love she felt on the rooftop
taught her it wasnt wrong
she didnt wanna hide anymore
she made herself believe she was strong
she kept hoping and wishing
for all she wanted to come
but time passed by like the slowest song sung
it was the love that she held on the rooftop
that she never wanted to forget
coz it made her feel so special
that she wanted to hold on as long as she could
she knew all that was to be
yet she denied it
for that unreal faith
she held so dear
for that love she made on the rooftop
and the fantasy that she rode
she was looking for peace
that she once had
but the winds on time picked up her leg
and kicked her in the ass!
And dont feel sorry for that girl
who dwelled on the love she made on the rooftop
for she would soon see
the foggy road that would lead
to the way she was before
The love that she made on the rooftop
would change her forever
and now she will decide
the path on her own
Let her bleed and cry
there’s no reason why
no right no wrong
she’l probobly have to make a new way
A new way that leads to a new home
she was a poor lonely girl
with a few memories in her pocket
she looked at them
saved them with deep care
coz it was all she has to keep her from her dispair
The love that she had with him on the roof top
she could never forget
the music played all around
and the wind make her stare
she knew it was the fantesy she ran after
she loved to be in the unreal
but she trapped herself
and now there was no way to go
the love that she made on the rooftop
was a life time ago
yet she sat to get it back
barbed wires all around
yet she touched it to feel sound
they say they would always be there
she believed in them but they all backed out
reality kept striking
and she kept denying
coz the love she made on the rooftop
was more precious to her
than the turtule dove that never forgot his mate
if only she realised
all that was at stake
Her illusion had her stuck
on something she would never get
so much inside her
yet so hard to get out
And the love that she had on the rooftop
made her hope that it was all okay
but destiny had its mind made
and she couldnt escape
Her wings were made of wax
and the sunshine tried to take them away
she knew she couldnt have her way
but she still held on
for the love she felt on the rooftop
taught her it wasnt wrong
she didnt wanna hide anymore
she made herself believe she was strong
she kept hoping and wishing
for all she wanted to come
but time passed by like the slowest song sung
it was the love that she held on the rooftop
that she never wanted to forget
coz it made her feel so special
that she wanted to hold on as long as she could
she knew all that was to be
yet she denied it
for that unreal faith
she held so dear
for that love she made on the rooftop
and the fantasy that she rode
she was looking for peace
that she once had
but the winds on time picked up her leg
and kicked her in the ass!
And dont feel sorry for that girl
who dwelled on the love she made on the rooftop
for she would soon see
the foggy road that would lead
to the way she was before
The love that she made on the rooftop
would change her forever
and now she will decide
the path on her own
Let her bleed and cry
there’s no reason why
no right no wrong
she’l probobly have to make a new way
A new way that leads to a new home
If i let you have all the pie
Lets not get hasty here
even if you could have it all
try to give a second thought
and reason with the call
If i let you have all the pie
would you let me take a slice
i’m no greedy ass
i’m just taking a chance with the dice
when the lepricons surrender their pot of gold
and ask you to wear the green suit
dont ignore their little cries
coz they’ll smooth those wrinkles
and dust those lies
If i let you have all the pie
would you atleast let me have a sliver
or would you like always
let me watch you savour
Like He promised He led you to the glittering valley
There was even a choclate fountain
A magic wand and a diamond mountain
And all He wanted was a moment
But the ice still melted on a sunny day
If I let you have all of the pie
And you just dont want anyway
Would you atleast let me treasure the look of it
Instead of throwing it away!
even if you could have it all
try to give a second thought
and reason with the call
If i let you have all the pie
would you let me take a slice
i’m no greedy ass
i’m just taking a chance with the dice
when the lepricons surrender their pot of gold
and ask you to wear the green suit
dont ignore their little cries
coz they’ll smooth those wrinkles
and dust those lies
If i let you have all the pie
would you atleast let me have a sliver
or would you like always
let me watch you savour
Like He promised He led you to the glittering valley
There was even a choclate fountain
A magic wand and a diamond mountain
And all He wanted was a moment
But the ice still melted on a sunny day
If I let you have all of the pie
And you just dont want anyway
Would you atleast let me treasure the look of it
Instead of throwing it away!
FUCK its a trap
A wave of spark rushing through the blood
MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!
your hormones are outa control
Your juices flow like waterfall
Get the hell outa here
Fuck! its a trap, fuck! its a fucking trap!
How are you still okay
when the bullet hit your heart
how are you still alright
when the angel was killed during the night
you saw through the haze of flowing everything
when the devil sent his troops
to surrender your empty nothingness
and it walked through the door
with its head held up high
taking all you had
without the batter of an eye
Stop it now!
Dont just stand there
Fuck its a trap! Get yourself outa there
Fuck its a fucking trap!
The baby just cried for its mama’s touch
and the rusting guitar cried for a single strum
the dead man called from his grave for another start
and the dope all cried for another rub
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