Sunday, October 30, 2005

imploding to self-destruction

hazarding poetry X- an ode to the big players

Distracting news required, an idea new fangled
3 explosions in busy markets, bodies mangled
indeed, very distracting from the real news

Money corrupts to the extent that dispensable become civilians
so cook up bullshit upon bullshit to fool millions

Hyenas and vultures unite,
face the press and camera at the site
blame a terror outfit - tell them we'll fight

Control the media to control the people
homicidal politicians, drooling blood
everyone wants a piece of the pie
so there's more shit than what meets the eye

imploding to self-destruction

hazarding poetry X- an ode to the big players

Distracting news required, an idea new fangled
3 explosions in busy markets, bodies mangled
indeed, very distracting from the real news

Money corrupts to the extent that dispensable become civilians
so cook up bullshit upon bullshit to fool millions

Hyenas and vultures unite,
face the press and camera at the site
blame a terror outfit - tell them we'll fight

Control the media to control the people
homicidal politicians, drooling blood
everyone wants a piece of the pie
so there's more shit than what meets the eye

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

hey girl

hey girl
pick up that head...
no tears but the angst can be read
you got loads to learn and way to fly
if a man couldn't measure up, let him try or say bye
but you straighten up and fly right
coz the love of you, for gods sake the love of you is the sun for a thousand plants,
the million saplings that i am
I need that light,
that warmth of you or i wither...
jeez girl you are my weather
something i take with me,
where ever i go
i only pretend to be the pillar
after ages i put together the words extinct from the terrain of my mind
i love you

hey girl

hey girl
pick up that head...
no tears but the angst can be read
you got loads to learn and way to fly
if a man couldn't measure up, let him try or say bye
but you straighten up and fly right
coz the love of you, for gods sake the love of you is the sun for a thousand plants,
the million saplings that i am
I need that light,
that warmth of you or i wither...
jeez girl you are my weather
something i take with me,
where ever i go
i only pretend to be the pillar
after ages i put together the words extinct from the terrain of my mind
i love you

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

nothing




an aimless thought zipped by and I was like- what was that?! music we listen to create electrical impulses in our brain which spark with abstractions in the mind that germinate into a cluster of thought entities which fuse together to make a comet-like ponder ball blazing past the crust of the cranium out into open limitless... ... sorry! i wont do this again... really... i shall blame this one on floyd's division bell.

Wordpress it is!

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