Saturday 27 November 2010

green on red




up to no goodness random happy party pics 2010

i didn't exhale?


Vnut n Bnut

check 1-2 can ya hear what i am sayin?

even cowgirls like bald men


classique dance dans la cuisine

Men Without Hats

fly me to the moon....with my ears in yourhands

2010






Thursday 25 November 2010

music and mass destruction...

this is just a nightmare, soon i'm gonna wake up, someone's gonna bring me 'round, running from the bombers, hiding in the forest, running through the fields, laying flat on the ground, just like everybody, stepping over heads, running from the underground, this is your warning... 4 minute warning. i don't wanna hear it, i don't wanna know, i just wanna run and hide, this is just a nightmare, soon i'm gonna wake up, someone's gonna bring me round, this is a warning, 4 minute warning.....

they've been at it since 1945... over 2040 known tests...thats one test every 11.5 days for 65 years...4 minute warning

this is just an ad-lib (sonnet 06)


Sever yourself from what you think you know,
just let it go and lay down on the floor.
Palms up, feet apart thinking your not smart.
As a matter of fact, don't smart at all.
When you are nothing no-one drags you down
cause there's nothing there to grab onto now.
You don't wanna live cause your not alive.
The more you isn't is the need to die.
Running from nothing, cause nothing is there,
running fields of beautiful nothing.
Nothing flowers blooming absolutely
nothing perfectly so non-assuming.
You lay on the ground or lay on the floor,
crash through the wall or go through the door.

Saturday 20 November 2010

101

never too early too late
clothes drying on the line
clocks ticking all in time
hands not turning nor making signs
they were all ready
class has already started and you are
never too early too late
never too late too early
better than never
better than ever
even better bloody battles inherit better bright
i swear you are going to be the death of me
even brutal beginnings beggings interpret breathing boring
i swear you won't remember in the morning
better than never
better than ever
better than ever

Tuesday 16 November 2010

Repetition (sonnet 05) thank you for deviant art




In life you can find whatever you want.
All the music in the world helps you out.
Images surreptitiously displayed
over and over and over again.
You find whatever you can want in life.
The world helps you out in all the music.
Images displayed surreptitiously
again, again and again and again.
Life can find you, whatever want in you
the music helps you out in all the world.
surreptitiously displayed images
again, overagain overagain.
Whatever music surreptitiously
always sees everything in the detail.

Monday 15 November 2010

proving itselfly (in haiku series)


habitual was
searching for a place to crash
beyond the mountains

awakening was
dusting the mountains with snow
to protect the trees

everything is still
instead of moving lightly
back and forth and fro

preservation was
awakening insteadly
proving itselfly

Sunday 14 November 2010

dreamoments (in haiku series)


sweetness holds my taste
a whole day while time stands still
with just one hour left

take me to into
in two more ways i fall in
too shady places

your eyes in my hands
see throughways through thouroughly
you are this moment

can't control be whole
all the moments share my wings
the wind has stolen

Thursday 11 November 2010

The Captain


Coming home after a long, long war. Coming home after a dozen of walks. Coming home after a long, long war. Coming home after a dozen of wars. We are out of wind. We have pock-marked chin. We have lots of water. We turn the other cheek and we win. One thousand stories and soon theres more. We've been offered one more lap to go. In my hand I hold a key, it's dear to me cause I know where it leads. We are out of wind. We have pock-marked chin. We have all this water, we turn the other cheek with a grin.


for remembrance day...

Wednesday 10 November 2010

self inflicted appreciation


hovering over intense events...appreciate your long moment...describe what you will provide...provide what you will do to survive...after you know how to fill in the empty...with something's intentions asking for interference...listening to your best interests suggestions...beside you flying on your inventions...souls you contacted into momentary lapses...where time stops and creates all the gap'ses...breathing's escape your lip'ses and touches your fractures...holding onto the air in the morning...dew on the eyes and heads of autumn trees of approaching winter...form the structures of meditated happenings...believing everything can happen for anything...makes it easier to heal and deal and feel.................

Tuesday 9 November 2010

Not Offenbach...

when i go out on a saturday night i always wear my spandex, it's such a delight, to match with my headband, don't mess with my spikes, my nice leather pants, sure i got sweaty balls, nice old patches on my jacket, all-over shirt stuck in my trousers, come on watch me being metal, more metal than you'll ever be, army boots in, checkin my spandex, leaving you guessing, what is in there, nice shiny balls, with an accept tattoo, Udod Dirkschneider eat your heart out.

Motorgrinding you can look up the paroles yourself!

Friday 5 November 2010

Offenbach...

Belle nuit, oh nuit d'amour, souris à nos ivresses. Nuit plus douce que le jour, oh belle nuit d'amour. Le temps fuit et sans retour emporte nos tendresses. Loin de cet heureux séjour, le temps fuit sans retour. Zéphyrs embrasés. Bercez-nous de vos caresses. Zéphyrs embrasés. Bercez-nous de vos caresses. Donnez-nous nos baisers. Bercez-nous de vos baisers. Belle nuit, oh nuit d'amour. Souris a nos ivresses. Nuit plus douce que le jour, oh belle nuit d'amour, oh belle nuit d'amour, souris a nos ivresses, souris a nos ivresses, nuit d'amour, belle nuit, oh belle nuit d'amour...

je ne peux pas écouter trop de cette chanson là.