The Other Side

Badaboom Boom baddoboom
here comes the world-so-beautiful-oyster
messages; through the smoke of madness,
Phat meets Zion, through the smoke of angst,
through the fine tuning of life…

Flaming arrows
killed the lil’ crab,
the explosion was so big
it looked like a starfish

Smokey eyes
blue rays killed the red ones,
lil’ kid on the see saw
sat and broke his crown; retard!

Retard; spoken, ousted
said to be the autumn child
fields of sunflowers and mustard
prisoned and volatile; wild child!

She watches on
an innocent vouyeuristic mode,
the smile of satisfaction on her lips
tears, a scar…a hidden sense

Eggs and horizons play rocky raccoon
grips of linen; nothing
she screams; come by tide, come in me
em’ surfers don’t know your strength

Memories of life, the past
The hurt inside the heavy cast
Trying to suppress them
In life I’ve passed

I don’t know why
I even pretend to try
I don’t belong here
I belong in the sky

The pain would be gone
The tear ducts run dry
I’d served my purpose
No more would I have to lie

Faltering dreams
crumble to my feet
body counts
mirror my remains

Invoke my trust
i’ll never blame you
helpless fuck
is all that remains…

Dementia setting in…
just leave me by myself!!!

Glistening crystals
under a lava sky,
leather imprints
the cost of a lie.

Before; finger picked guitar
my favorite tune’ escaped snigger,
of want and need
complimented with a tear.

After; spent and at peace
vibrations of a flood
alas; the fat lady sings
purple scars turns blue blood.

These days and nights,
they’re crawling through my fingers
long lost memoirs flow out
the present and future get distilled..

Yesterday I was searching for yesterday
today i search for tommorow
chemical traces stains the sofa
yet it gets tucked under a cushion…

…neatly!

Oh oh oh got a set of wheels
goin thu the mills
oh oh got a set of mills

Under a riverful of moon
heart willing to be dead
hickory stick come by
dickory doc see you lie

Rains of acid see me smile
finally free sounds like a cry
droplets of joy, not
spirits restless on drought

Memories leaves a soul
body left to rot on the bed
wet with the thick syrup
cielings a new found friend

Power to the break of thought
eradicated souls of landmines
wish for death; yet wish for peace
price to large; a life gone abegging!

Pulse sets a heart beat
energies wasted – hatred
pit stop for a breathe
overview; a man by the fire

Keys to life; a will to survive
a pair of gloves and a tattered jacket

Second chances don’t exist
the night brings new questions
dancing for the next meal
was the man; by the fire

Keys to life; a will to survive
a pair of gloves and a tattered jacket

Debate over eradication; routine
needles of purification; an exit door
exit doors killed by a needle
need for dawn; said the man by the fire

Keys to life; a will to survive
a pair of gloves and a tattered jacket

Now, a walk down the past
lies a memoir carved into a spine
a scar; slowly healing
garbage-can found cold and dead

Nonsensical wastes replaces of warmth
warmth of an innocence stolen
a voice of warmth and a match says;
there used to be a man by the fire

Keys to life; a will that survived
a pair of gloves and a tattered jacket
…and a pervert dead!

Watch out cat
hold your bone dog
scoodle off rats
this is my land…

Home for the giant squirrel
head west and you’ll find me
munching on a tree
or the odd evil cat.

Squeak-a-here
and squeak-a-there
Rat-scoodler’s here to stay
in its own…

Laziness personified; sleepin’ on me
grains fallin’; colors stuck in deep,
pleasure; don’t forget the heart
animals; don’t run wild on the yard.

Burning on the ship; hypnotized
worms; creepy – crawling – disgusted,
see the day; fist to mouth
mouth to fist; it don’t mean shit!

Built shelters; lying for dead
dead for lieing; crazy world made,
apples of gold; realize a dream
children; forever and ever was an age.

Burning on the ship; hypnotized
worms; creepy – crawling – disgusted,
see the day; fist to mouth
mouth to fist; it don’t mean shit!

Drawing circles; doodling around in a womb
knots in shoes; brave straight to a tomb,
store room becomes a backdoor passage for a nap
tequila come around and bite me in the back.

Burning on the ship; hypnotized
worms; creepy – crawling – disgusted,
see the day; fist to mouth
mouth to fist; it don’t mean shit!