some people are SO
determined on their course
of death
they must remain ignorant

of their own logs in their eyes

as i say over and
over, in anger or "peace"
maybe it's all small stuff

people are getting mad about

don't sweat the small stuff

easier said than done

some people just hate to
admit through their sheer pride how
they themselves really feel

this fear becomes fear
of exposure and tabloid murder
we all die though

we're all rotten to
some degree, some more than others
to this is so

machiavelli just codified it
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff
just said it was all small stuff

frustrated, I turn my
gun on the crowd and shoot
wildly, then shoot myself

like the old diss rap
contests saying who will do who
in, words, words, words, words...

John 3:16

it's a wild world you
say, people paint pictures of
others, and that's their pics

some like it hot so
not really sure what to think
serve it to me cold

you're just mad I know
never did you make it to
tootsie in the pop

boy walks home at night,
someone shouts "gis your hat lad..."
steps coming closer...

someone is like a
vampire enjoying the
taste of my dread fear....

how to fit the words?
at least i abide with it
this is not good hai-

i denied myself
those nine years of blissful light
to have your darkness

i

the average person
fears being extraordinary
sometimes...fear

faith versus fear one
man wants me to have faith in
his fear, and lose me

looks like a lot of
folks take out madness on others
rather than keep it...

well, I can't think of
anything to say because
some guy prayed for me

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curious ant,
pushes a domino...
which way will it fall

i have framed copy
of that painting at the back
(see above logo)

A cacophany
From the coffins of zombies
Behold their clamor

"Let my hair air dry,
Thereby getting more hairpie..."
Best couplet ever!

hey, you are to me
a fascinating landscape.
what am I to you?

life goes on despite
the emotions faced within
such strange unreal things

two glasses of wine
woke up to a sunny day
and I feel like shit

should I glue or nail
these floors take my breath away
I now know of nails

who the hell wants to
blow up coyotes with a
state of dynamite

I tell you some folks
just need to learn to use a
.22 to do the job

nippress your lips and
um, thank God for romantics
at least someone's glad

big interview looms -
neurons ignite volition,
nervous twitch remains

Mesmerizing eyes
Desire for your so soft lips
Drives me crazy

To feel you yielding
Stroke, lick, kiss and bite your hips
I long to taste you

To be one with you
For your soft lips I wait
You are my desire

I go willingly
Taking me places unknown
You so naughty girl

Happily. Eager
Accepting the unexplored
Bedtime adventure

religion's a funny
thing but, how it's lived is a
sad joke on us all

if you cut me
do i not bleed
fry by the fireside

temptation,
my eager desire, for you
to come closer.

love 'hello darling'
your long-unheard voice-caress,
love in my mailbox.

surging energy
urging, bursting bud-breaking
green living passion

it's all about me
thinks the shallow egotist
deluding himself

Deny our urges
It's not human, ask catholic
American Priests

Priests should be allowed
To live as Homosexuals
Leave children alone

Long long legs, great breasts
French bought up in Spain
Bottom to die for

Dancing in Eden
Laughter, fun, style and rhythm
Costas for coffee

beautiful stuff you
all wrote, I love it, that's my
critique, I think

"what you doing today?"
"going the cinema..." "why?"
"...its dark inside"

Eyes of vivid blue
eit's a brave man who looks deep
You may lose your soul

I'm compelled to look
Temptations abandonment
Spirit and body

For too brief a time
Pleasures on many levels
Uninhibited

All of our senses
Foretells bringing together
A meeting of minds

Share willing bodies
Share the safe haven of bed
Share the spring flowers

Worship the Goddess
Pleasures to give and receive
Self-denial spent

Captivating me
Wind swept and tanned all over
Dee Plee Fab is back

even tomorrow
it might still be yesterday
twenty-five years past

our paths split today
harsh opportunity cost
will miss you so much

Nordic phone calls
What do you look like
Berit Svenson?

breath escapes red lip's,
drawn deep down the abyss -
breathed back to her slowly

the old gate,
creaks open at dusk -
mornings journey begins

a crust of bread
flys high in the air -
pigeon trys again

cold wind blows -
empty can of bud
crosses the road