When you’re not really sure
Of the words to explore
Or the reasons why you just cant forget her.
When you’re angry or sad
Or just plain confused
And you don’t really know the weather.
When you’re calm and composed
And find it easy to see
The truth in the lies and the lies of the free
Then give us a call
‘cos we’re really not so small
And for fuck’s sake, we can handle the weather.
If all you could say is
That’s not the way
Would that really do us any good?
If all you could do is
Sing a little blue
Would that really hit us like it should?
Tell us you bloody heathens, tell us
Tell us oh mighty martyrs, tell us
It’s clear to me now
The difference between how
And why we are who we make
But I say when I'm certain
And I'm certain when I say
We can handle the weather for fuck’s sake.
And then it hit me. (5th June 2008)
Good morning, he said, as he walked across the beach
A beautiful island completely out of reach.
Hey everybody, she cried, as she looked around
The house of mirrors hardly uttered a sound.
Oblivious and charming and intelligent and more
A large built man with a voice of proud
The mind of many, I’ve lost all score
No one’s allowed, no, no one’s allowed.
Hues of pink and purple and marks of black
Like that dog in the manger who’s never in danger
We trap it and grab it and occupy our sack.
Oh the joy of killing, the killing of joy
As that beast sodomizes fifty girls and a boy.
No this isn’t what I wanted, this isn’t what I planned
Concepts banned and ideas rejected
I grow indifferent and swim on the land.
And as I trudge along, it still seems connected.
Can I have another glass of cranberry juice?
Tick tick tock tick tock tick tock
Turquoise pajamas and a hefty tool
A fist the size of a twenty pound rock
And all that’s left is a crimson pool.
When the sound of a gun and the sound of a guitar
All seem to hit you and stir you and fix you
Thoughts mix threat and remorse and regret
Our eyes pop out and your mouth turns blue.
And then it hit me.
A beautiful island completely out of reach.
Hey everybody, she cried, as she looked around
The house of mirrors hardly uttered a sound.
Oblivious and charming and intelligent and more
A large built man with a voice of proud
The mind of many, I’ve lost all score
No one’s allowed, no, no one’s allowed.
Hues of pink and purple and marks of black
Like that dog in the manger who’s never in danger
We trap it and grab it and occupy our sack.
Oh the joy of killing, the killing of joy
As that beast sodomizes fifty girls and a boy.
No this isn’t what I wanted, this isn’t what I planned
Concepts banned and ideas rejected
I grow indifferent and swim on the land.
And as I trudge along, it still seems connected.
Can I have another glass of cranberry juice?
Tick tick tock tick tock tick tock
Turquoise pajamas and a hefty tool
A fist the size of a twenty pound rock
And all that’s left is a crimson pool.
When the sound of a gun and the sound of a guitar
All seem to hit you and stir you and fix you
Thoughts mix threat and remorse and regret
Our eyes pop out and your mouth turns blue.
And then it hit me.
X (5th June 2008)
It’s a wonderful feeling
To be free.
You are you and I am I
And that plane is where it is while those shoes are here.
But we are all under the blanket.
And outside of this blanket is more blanket.
We are but one and perception is the flaw
Consciousness is the assumption while reality appears dual.
Welcome to infinity, my friend.
Smile as you like and frown when you mean it.
For it all matters but nothing matters, so you see-
It depends on how you look at it
Illusions come about for many reasons
And perception allows for illusions to exist.
Time and consciousness and death and life
Are mere words and classifications that hold the weight of the world
And this weight is nothing.
But we tread on.
And we must... so go forth my fellow traveller
Go forth on this journey of none
Come back when you will or move forward to the end
Make oil and water and enemies, dear friend.
Be who you must, for you are free. You are condemned to this freedom.
Let us all tread on, with our heads full of dignity
As I said before dear traveler, welcome to infinity.
To be free.
You are you and I am I
And that plane is where it is while those shoes are here.
But we are all under the blanket.
And outside of this blanket is more blanket.
We are but one and perception is the flaw
Consciousness is the assumption while reality appears dual.
Welcome to infinity, my friend.
Smile as you like and frown when you mean it.
For it all matters but nothing matters, so you see-
It depends on how you look at it
Illusions come about for many reasons
And perception allows for illusions to exist.
Time and consciousness and death and life
Are mere words and classifications that hold the weight of the world
And this weight is nothing.
But we tread on.
And we must... so go forth my fellow traveller
Go forth on this journey of none
Come back when you will or move forward to the end
Make oil and water and enemies, dear friend.
Be who you must, for you are free. You are condemned to this freedom.
Let us all tread on, with our heads full of dignity
As I said before dear traveler, welcome to infinity.
Moral View (4th May 2008)
I stared at him as he stared back
His eyes weary and his face worn
The skin on his face exposed his age, or should I say fatigue
But there was something about his eyes
Something clear and true yet subdued
It was hard to describe, but easy to perceive
It talked of life and love and meaning and futility
It spoke, uttered words of wisdom
The truth flowed down his face and over his scar
These scars, he said were more than superficial
But then are scars more than that? If a scar is a symbol of healing
Why is it that we talk of pain? Because it’s a process, alright
But then it is still a mere modification, physical modification
People call it deformation, but then doesn’t that imply a modification still
Why did we give it this negative angle? Why did morality even come into the picture?
How tainted are we? How impure? What is it that we’re all striving towards?
He stared at me and his face was cold and stern
I couldn’t help but submit to the power, the strong and hard power
Within his eyes. It was almost divine. Haha, divinity, I thought to myself.
Ok, morality, come at me. I’ll open my arms, I swear. What choice do I have?
Haha, choice, I thought again. I am but a victim. And I accept it. Because there is no other way.
Deny consciousness, I thought to myself... but all the man would say were unspoken words
He told me unseemingly, “don’t concern yourself with these trivialities. Don’t concern yourself at all.”
I’m hardly bothered, and I’m doing great. “Indifference is virtue?” I ask.
Virtue and vice aside, indifference is intelligence. If all we are is nothing, or if all we are is everything
What difference does it make? Are we not ‘condemned’ to death? Are we not ‘condemned’ to ‘freedom'?
These concepts are fleeting and eternal and this duality is apparent
But still, concepts are concepts and within these human constructs,
We are aware of the end. It comes to all, without discrimination
Nothing is discriminate, at one point of view. Come here, my son, and I will show you.
And then it all became clear, as though it wasn’t before.
I sorted my business. I finished with purpose. I left for my family the world and more.
I walked away from the glass, and walked out the door.
I walked into darkness.
His eyes weary and his face worn
The skin on his face exposed his age, or should I say fatigue
But there was something about his eyes
Something clear and true yet subdued
It was hard to describe, but easy to perceive
It talked of life and love and meaning and futility
It spoke, uttered words of wisdom
The truth flowed down his face and over his scar
These scars, he said were more than superficial
But then are scars more than that? If a scar is a symbol of healing
Why is it that we talk of pain? Because it’s a process, alright
But then it is still a mere modification, physical modification
People call it deformation, but then doesn’t that imply a modification still
Why did we give it this negative angle? Why did morality even come into the picture?
How tainted are we? How impure? What is it that we’re all striving towards?
He stared at me and his face was cold and stern
I couldn’t help but submit to the power, the strong and hard power
Within his eyes. It was almost divine. Haha, divinity, I thought to myself.
Ok, morality, come at me. I’ll open my arms, I swear. What choice do I have?
Haha, choice, I thought again. I am but a victim. And I accept it. Because there is no other way.
Deny consciousness, I thought to myself... but all the man would say were unspoken words
He told me unseemingly, “don’t concern yourself with these trivialities. Don’t concern yourself at all.”
I’m hardly bothered, and I’m doing great. “Indifference is virtue?” I ask.
Virtue and vice aside, indifference is intelligence. If all we are is nothing, or if all we are is everything
What difference does it make? Are we not ‘condemned’ to death? Are we not ‘condemned’ to ‘freedom'?
These concepts are fleeting and eternal and this duality is apparent
But still, concepts are concepts and within these human constructs,
We are aware of the end. It comes to all, without discrimination
Nothing is discriminate, at one point of view. Come here, my son, and I will show you.
And then it all became clear, as though it wasn’t before.
I sorted my business. I finished with purpose. I left for my family the world and more.
I walked away from the glass, and walked out the door.
I walked into darkness.
Acceptance (13th March 2008)
A little humour please, he said, as he stood on his knees
Don’t chop my head off just yet
Something funny and light, perhaps lacking insight
Nothing dark or morbid or full of satire
Four more sticks were added to the fire
Before you begin, let me propose a toast
Time’s a-wasting, shall I start to roast?
Oh dear, he cried, but his cry was unheard
Almost dream like, this seemed plenty absurd
Pain unfeeling, his skin began peeling
He looked up at the sky
The smoke filled the air as the clouds were burning
Third grade, he said, while honing his blade, was all about learning
He agreed and sighed, as a corpse he lied
Poignant verse amiss, ignorance is bliss, and the words did ring
‘Pain is temporary, experience is everything.’
Don’t chop my head off just yet
Something funny and light, perhaps lacking insight
Nothing dark or morbid or full of satire
Four more sticks were added to the fire
Before you begin, let me propose a toast
Time’s a-wasting, shall I start to roast?
Oh dear, he cried, but his cry was unheard
Almost dream like, this seemed plenty absurd
Pain unfeeling, his skin began peeling
He looked up at the sky
The smoke filled the air as the clouds were burning
Third grade, he said, while honing his blade, was all about learning
He agreed and sighed, as a corpse he lied
Poignant verse amiss, ignorance is bliss, and the words did ring
‘Pain is temporary, experience is everything.’
Intellectual Property (13th March 2008)
My body shivers, as my lips, they quiver.
Streams of notes join to form the river.
As the water ran down his sinewy throat
It quenched his thirst and salvation did burst
As he sailed on the magical Slice of Life boat.
As it entered his mouth, he couldn’t help but exclaim
Thine divine but mine sublime for Arganoff is my name.
Words stolen, he kept them in bags and it felt quite risky
He moaned then scoffed, as he sipped his whisky.
Purpose is yours for I have your toil
Your brain is futile for I am the soil
And we’ll grow together and we’ll sail together
I am your alias and you will lie silent
Beware, I tend to get violent
Patent and right, might I add, I expect full loyalty
I will earn as you will learn that mercy is your royalty.
Please understand as you have urges, so do I
So what if they’re different, at least they exist
He tries, but in vain, to lacerate his wrist
Give up, said the killer, don’t begin to test me
After all, this is merely a matter of intellectual property.
Streams of notes join to form the river.
As the water ran down his sinewy throat
It quenched his thirst and salvation did burst
As he sailed on the magical Slice of Life boat.
As it entered his mouth, he couldn’t help but exclaim
Thine divine but mine sublime for Arganoff is my name.
Words stolen, he kept them in bags and it felt quite risky
He moaned then scoffed, as he sipped his whisky.
Purpose is yours for I have your toil
Your brain is futile for I am the soil
And we’ll grow together and we’ll sail together
I am your alias and you will lie silent
Beware, I tend to get violent
Patent and right, might I add, I expect full loyalty
I will earn as you will learn that mercy is your royalty.
Please understand as you have urges, so do I
So what if they’re different, at least they exist
He tries, but in vain, to lacerate his wrist
Give up, said the killer, don’t begin to test me
After all, this is merely a matter of intellectual property.
Memory (13th March 2008)
The eyes are precise and the face is concise
The nose and the ears and the lips are the same
The smile is broken but the name remains
As I stare into the dark iris of my pupil
I tell myself, ‘Little did you know’
He looks up at me, almost innocently
Saying, would you rather have known?
You stay in your world as I will mine
Leave me to a life of my own
Buddy, leave me to a life of my own.
The nose and the ears and the lips are the same
The smile is broken but the name remains
As I stare into the dark iris of my pupil
I tell myself, ‘Little did you know’
He looks up at me, almost innocently
Saying, would you rather have known?
You stay in your world as I will mine
Leave me to a life of my own
Buddy, leave me to a life of my own.
Smoke (6th March 2008)
Thick black smoke is what fills your air
Monsters that terrorize, apparitions that scare
You see anguish and remorse and all the while hurt
As the blood red pain makes a stain on your shirt
The stains may go, but the scars remain
Blurring the line between crazy and sane
Death seems appealing, conformist almost
All balance is lost, burnt bread and toast
A yellow umbrella in a sea of black
The burden is heavy and weakens your back
You lose the will to cling onto hope
Find more use in that dirty old rope
It’s when even the glass that reveals your eyes
Lets you see yourself, but can’t help despise
It’s the end of the world, and you know it.
You sit in splendour and the birds are tweeting
Your mind is quiet but thoughts repeating
Hate and despair, pathos and waste
The least I did was have my taste
Now let me go, enough of this ride
Plummet to depths of suicide
But time drags slowly and so do cigars
Eternity fills just a couple of hours
And once that bloody smoke blows clear
Solace and comfort is found in fear
Imagination manages to keep you alone
Exquisite notes exist in monotone
The world is filled with graves, my friend
In spite of the fact that you know it will end
When the point of futility stares at your face
“Embrace and endure. Endure and embrace.”
Monsters that terrorize, apparitions that scare
You see anguish and remorse and all the while hurt
As the blood red pain makes a stain on your shirt
The stains may go, but the scars remain
Blurring the line between crazy and sane
Death seems appealing, conformist almost
All balance is lost, burnt bread and toast
A yellow umbrella in a sea of black
The burden is heavy and weakens your back
You lose the will to cling onto hope
Find more use in that dirty old rope
It’s when even the glass that reveals your eyes
Lets you see yourself, but can’t help despise
It’s the end of the world, and you know it.
You sit in splendour and the birds are tweeting
Your mind is quiet but thoughts repeating
Hate and despair, pathos and waste
The least I did was have my taste
Now let me go, enough of this ride
Plummet to depths of suicide
But time drags slowly and so do cigars
Eternity fills just a couple of hours
And once that bloody smoke blows clear
Solace and comfort is found in fear
Imagination manages to keep you alone
Exquisite notes exist in monotone
The world is filled with graves, my friend
In spite of the fact that you know it will end
When the point of futility stares at your face
“Embrace and endure. Endure and embrace.”
Flow of Harmony (6th March 2008)
I know what digs underneath my skin
Even the shape my head is in.
I think about where I think I belong
I’m not quite sure it fits in a song.
So I know what it does and I know what I do
But something about this just doesn’t feel true.
I guess what I’m saying little buddy mister man
Can you work out the system and make me a plan?
Introspection reflection collection rejection
Dejection suggestion I don’t really know
The frame of my mind that I leave behind
So it’s all harmonious flow.
A circle of questions that move all around
Negligible content is what I have found
Thoughts of ethics my soul surrounds
Resonance? Or just plain sounds?
If I could perhaps stumble or subtly fall
Deep down inside a large rabbit hall
And it showed me creatures I never could see
And it showed how all them creatures were me.
Calculation circulation elation cremation
Station creation I can’t really tell
To be free of mind or mind of free
So it’s all harmonious spell.
Even the shape my head is in.
I think about where I think I belong
I’m not quite sure it fits in a song.
So I know what it does and I know what I do
But something about this just doesn’t feel true.
I guess what I’m saying little buddy mister man
Can you work out the system and make me a plan?
Introspection reflection collection rejection
Dejection suggestion I don’t really know
The frame of my mind that I leave behind
So it’s all harmonious flow.
A circle of questions that move all around
Negligible content is what I have found
Thoughts of ethics my soul surrounds
Resonance? Or just plain sounds?
If I could perhaps stumble or subtly fall
Deep down inside a large rabbit hall
And it showed me creatures I never could see
And it showed how all them creatures were me.
Calculation circulation elation cremation
Station creation I can’t really tell
To be free of mind or mind of free
So it’s all harmonious spell.
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