tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141102812024-03-13T07:26:32.813-07:00the abyss also gazes"Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.
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Free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world.
Was Rorschach."rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-39129331137003199492009-03-12T03:35:00.000-07:002009-03-12T12:44:57.943-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">This space is dead. I do not know if I will ever have in me to revive it again, I'm no fortune cookie. All I know is that now is a time for something else, a time to prepare for a new beginning. So to all who have borne these rantings with patience over the last couple of years, Thank You. I am sorry. Maybe some other day.<br /></div><br />May the force be with us all.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-24203264552298678232008-12-04T00:36:00.000-08:002008-12-08T02:28:16.749-08:00Of Hope and Misgivings III thought of you and where you’d gone<br />and let the world spin madly on.<br />Blinking through shades of time and memory;<br />so carefully I lost,<br />to the man I chose to be.<br />Now these ticking hands of a mechanical heart<br />move too fast to allow a new start.<br />There are no new days so long as there’s memory;<br />what’s left to say<br />is better unheard.<br />Unheard by the world and unspoken by the tongue<br />burnt inside a mind cursed to be on the run.<br />I cared about them rules but just not enough;<br />now its time already,<br />to save a last dying laugh.<br />A last dying laugh for all them teary eyed lies,<br />trading broken peace for too high a price.<br />I tell you it ain’t worth dying to an old cheap trick;<br />so long as you’re standing<br />on your two feet.<br /><br />ps : snatches of words and ideas and have been unscrupulously whacked from certain writings by The Comedian & Peter Pan.....aaaaaaaargh! the poets have been hunted.<br /><br />pps: also words have been borrowed from Meenakshi who hasn't been caught laughing for a really long time.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-20961209561009809232008-11-23T20:54:00.000-08:002008-11-23T20:58:05.123-08:00rainbow<div align="center">cool november drops glide </div><div align="center">down my window pane; to lie lazy</div><div align="center">at the bottom, never to</div><div align="center">feel this way again.</div><div align="center">little drops of water look</div><div align="center">like little offsprings of the sun; clinging</div><div align="center">to the cold glass, of my window</div><div align="center">in a city on the run.</div><div align="center">on the run and in the mud</div><div align="center">trip and fall and scatter; holding on</div><div align="center">to sunshine times, when </div><div align="center">the rest of memories do not matter.</div>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-53192334661740485542008-10-19T00:40:00.000-07:002008-10-19T01:55:49.462-07:00speedboat blues<meta http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 1.1.2 (Linux)"><meta name="CREATED" content="20081019;13133500"><meta name="CHANGED" content="20081019;13273000"><style> <!-- @page { size: 8.27in 11.69in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style><div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Oh lord won't you get me a speedboat,</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">a boat as fast as a boat can be; to take me</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">across this grey lake,</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">to a place where the sunrise I can see.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">I've been living under them dark clouds</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">which my evil baby tied to me, a prisoner</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">of soft spoken knots,</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">a free hobo I desire to be.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">My lord you know I can't cross this lake</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">that separates the night from sunshine; I've left</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">behind my walking shoes</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">with them beggars I've been wasting my time.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">So lord please hear me now</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">before it grows too late, my baby she sings</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">in the major scale</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">while I await my minor twist of fate.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">
<br /></p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">The village has grown real busy,</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">unkind in the darkness tonight, my baby </p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">she is a lame black crow;</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">watching my plight and crowing with delight.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Now I know the answers to them questions</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">and words uttered in a hushed whisper, and I know </p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">none of it matters,</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">unless you don't hear my prayer.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">So my sweet lord, I sit hungry praying </p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">while my baby slips me into the urn; to heat </p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">and feed her foolish pride,</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">on the stove she puts my heart to burn.</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Oh lord Oh lord listen to me now</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">and get me my speedboat please, so I can </p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">go find a kind hearted woman</p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">who would like to have my hand to squeeze.</p>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-84287906380158293692008-10-13T14:49:00.000-07:002008-10-16T02:11:29.191-07:00I remember I walked down this road,<br />a serious boy, a child I’m told.<br />Clean cut, wanting to save the world,<br />to the devil’s own I sold my soul.<br />The trade was simple; quickly done,<br />power injected, I was a son of a gun.<br />I shot everyone who dared come close<br />to the heart of a man that was tomb to a rose.<br />I clambered up them hills and over and far away;<br />I ran undaunted, the drug had taken its sway.<br />Lines grew blurred, my teeth clenched I looked<br />up into my vision, a smile was all it took.<br />I knew where I was, whence I came from;<br />I saw me burning in my own dream’s prison.<br />‘twas that smile, the wax on the bond;<br />my boon granted, the price to be exacted to the pound.<br />I, thinking its a sign, pulled the trigger<br />at the face staring at me, through the mirror.<br />I am not sure, maybe I got it wrong;<br />I am after all another dead son of god.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-19201025839124957032008-10-06T00:39:00.000-07:002008-10-06T00:58:32.530-07:00Navy Cut bluesEvery night when Ms. Slumber invades<br />the privacy of the master and mistress,<br />time finds me sneaking to the loo,<br />my comfort zone in times untrue.<br /><br />My cancer stick lodged firm in my fingers<br />I light away my midnight blues.<br />I breathe in deep to my lungs relief<br />as my heart slows down and smiles a bit.<br /><br />Its strange that I find you when I<br />got nothing to find and nowhere to go,<br />my oldest friend, my killer, my love;<br />I’d choose you over any other dove.<br /><br />The exhaust fan keeps our affair a secret,<br />And the window provides you with the surest escape.<br />I need you, I want you, I love you, I hate you,<br />and no night shall I end, without a kiss from you.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-23724576884971315202008-10-06T00:37:00.000-07:002008-10-06T00:38:45.552-07:00Trade PrayerFor every drop of joy and hurt,<br />love and betrayal, affection and pain that<br />would have been mine; give me truth.<br />For every grain of dust and sand<br />of every place I have ever been and would be<br />to, give me a shelter where I will not find you.<br />For every inch I have snatched and stolen,<br />fought and hidden, found and lost, give<br />me a defeat less low than now.<br />For every face I have wished to kiss and<br />every dream I have wished would stay; give<br />me a nightmare I know will not last.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-64620600790599313602008-09-21T01:44:00.000-07:002008-09-21T01:54:41.478-07:00'leaving town blues'tonight you sit, inside the rain<div>tasting a wine, I'll not visit again.</div><div>fog settles upon your window,</div><div>kisses the panes, hugs your self and</div><div>you recall, an old record, a boy once played</div><div>for you at his own expense,</div><div>where the man sang to the darkest hour</div><div>that comes right before the dawn.</div><div>But there is to be no dawn, not in this town,</div><div>not for me.</div><div>I'm homeless, unknown amongst them yokels</div><div>you despise so much, yet care more</div><div>about the foam falling off their mouths</div><div>to their feet.</div><div>and these streets blow, poison air</div><div>to me from you</div><div>as I swear I'll leave your town,</div><div>before the coming of the morning dew.</div>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-92232815131892750142008-08-31T00:12:00.000-07:002008-08-31T00:30:08.836-07:00Queen Marie Approximately & The Unholy Ghost<div style="text-align: center;">Come down from your high seat, Queen Marie;<br />you're a virgin no more.<br />You're hands they're painted by<br />the blood falling from the faithful who<br />followed the light in your words to the darkness of their graves.<br />And them bones of your young lover<br />who went to war,<br />lay washed up 'neath the rocky shores of your lonesome castle of love.<br /><br />Queen Marie, Queen Marie you look so fine now,<br />the saint of killers in a nun's disguise.<br />You wanted the world with your lopsided smile,<br />and now you watch from the sidelines of spent calamity<br />just how much pain a nun could cause.<br />Why so silent now, Queen Marie? (And forgive the audacity<br />but you're vultures don't scare me)<br />Are there no more chances left to be taken?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The Ghost Prayer :<br />The powers that be,<br />let me see.<br />Don't claw out my eyes,<br />even if you don't let me feel.<br />I want to see how it all turns out,<br />though I know I'll still be dead.<br />I know what she wants, I know wat she needs;<br />But doesn't she know, what she already took<br />from me, isn't mine to give anymore.<br /></div><br /><br /></div>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-78249236785885143642008-06-26T01:00:00.000-07:002008-06-26T01:11:03.863-07:00rest house road<p align="center">there are all kinds of love</p><p align="center">available in the cool summer wind,</p><p align="center">carrying the scents of the night crowd</p><p align="center">in this drunken dusty alley.</p><p align="center">'tis here that poets wait</p><p align="center">for the stiffness of a hit, and the young </p><p align="center">and broke dream the cheapness of liquor.</p><p align="center">'tis here that Ms.Propreity takes a back seat</p><p align="center">to Mr.Passion, driving the soul</p><p align="center">truckin' down the sordid hours</p><p align="center">as the city drags to its close.</p><p align="center">'tis here that i wish to waste my every summer night's dream.</p>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-25550642100697981472008-05-31T08:36:00.000-07:002008-05-31T08:38:04.598-07:00i will not say goodbye,<br />and i cannot stay the night.<br />i only wish i could keep out of sight,<br />if only for a while, to sit and cry.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-1613220291460196042008-05-31T08:27:00.000-07:002008-05-31T08:29:37.186-07:00old boys, young men;<br />heat boils growing on their scalps,<br />sip tea upon a pavement,<br />wishing this time would never leave.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-36016392692759306042008-04-19T23:38:00.000-07:002012-06-26T02:39:41.110-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB">Big boy blue blows his horn<br />to please, and maybe squeeze the swinging black girl;<br />an artist of the trapeze at the circus of his heart.<br />Black girl stands outside the joint</span><span lang="EN-GB">waiting </span><span lang="EN-GB">perhaps, to win a rich night with a passing genteel;<br />her hunger masked by beauty real.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Time finds itself lost in his sound<br />spilling out onto the pavement where she stands, wondering<br />who will pay for her meal in the morn.<br />They call this love a foggy evening;<br />with a lonesome trumpet blaring, in vain<br />to charm them clouds away. </span></div>
</div>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-72011683323843640542008-04-06T02:42:00.000-07:002008-04-10T06:41:41.326-07:00are we through?<br />with our pretenses of being true,<br />in the face of madness<br />of a sea in which you cannot drown unless its time.<br />and time devours you, every floating minute<br />with slowness only time may conjure.<br />what if we escaped?<br />ran away to a place painted golden with the mirth of the sun.<br />would we be cowards then?<br />would you still think me a hero?<br />homer told of the prince fleeing beneath his own walls,<br />as young lochinvar dropped by to pick up his lover.<br />and the jack of hearts who always knew where he was headed,<br />played a twisted con,<br />upon the evil king who had himself a lonesome queen<br />to clean up the mess for both of them.<br />maybe her sentence mattered as little to her as it did to the jack.<br />they were heroes to me still,<br />lending me their sleepless nights;<br />even as they built their little tents in my heart,<br />and used my imagination<br />to build their lives within myself.<br />now they flee me, and their despair<br />in this time of weakness,<br />leaving me alone yet alive to pay my dues;<br />my only companion, a collection of songs<br />by a guitar player from half a century back.<br />'<span style="font-style: italic;">the trick</span>', said lady goodman, '<span style="font-style: italic;">was to not take it seriously;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">if you didn't take it seriously, you never got hurt,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">if you never got hurt, you always had fun,</span><br />maybe thats why she changed her name.<br />would you change yours for me?rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-26981854807013141162008-03-13T06:30:00.000-07:002008-03-13T06:31:34.093-07:00the sky conspires a surprise for your mind<br />as you walk down the alley where the lovers hide.<br />they play their games, makeup for the past<br />while you look to the sky, searching promises that last.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-65944587346555574332008-03-10T02:18:00.000-07:002008-03-11T08:47:26.729-07:00livin' life blues<div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">brush your teeth well</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">wear them shoes,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">must wake on time, even if you’ve got the blues.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">a dozen and more</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">sleepy minds in a box,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">where the fool speaks, of the alligator and the fox.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">see them younger ones</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">travellin’ on long legs,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">they’re so sure o’ themselves, till they down a peg.</span></p><span lang="EN-GB">the days go by</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">still prisoned in your cell,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">you tried to stay right, but the axe just fell.</span></p><span lang="EN-GB">you say you love her</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">she says she’ll love you best,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">by the end of next evening, she’s with someone else.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">call her at noon</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">and call her every night,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">she’s gotten your heart, now she wants your time.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">pretty girls here</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">and pretty girls there,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">you wanna grow some balls, but all you do is stare.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">you do the rock n roll</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">try to save your mortal soul,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">by the end o’ the year, you’ll still be in the hole.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">so I just sit around</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">and get real high,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span lang="EN-GB">write a line o’ poesy, till my time draws nigh.</span></p> </div>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-65294621221082298012008-03-10T01:59:00.001-07:002008-03-10T01:59:29.547-07:00They are the young and they are the wild,<br />too busy being divided, into wrong or right.<br /><br />I sit and stare at the crescent in the sky,<br />searching a kiss, from my maiden of the night.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-68820704857260213672008-03-06T22:01:00.001-08:002008-03-06T22:03:59.756-08:00they watched him go,<br />all wrapped in white and ready for the last show.<br />their lives still paying out their dues,<br />the death of a son smeared across their faces.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-39024022042720292902008-03-06T22:00:00.002-08:002008-03-06T22:01:18.348-08:00sister deathits the nearest thing to rock 'n roll,<br />a soothing balm to a rotten soul,<br />when the time is blue, it looks to the african sunsets;<br />a living experiment in human kindness.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-15878221543647459602008-03-06T22:00:00.001-08:002008-03-06T22:00:37.987-08:00ronnie came and broke me heart,<br />rita just couldn't get me up,<br />me lying wasted in the dark,<br />dreaming of me sara tart.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-5724959140613055282008-03-03T08:37:00.000-08:002008-03-03T08:38:01.670-08:00i wish the snow would come,<br />come from sunrise and wait past the yellow moon<br />and leave everyone as cold as i.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-36361361543875975332008-03-03T08:35:00.000-08:002008-03-04T04:49:56.276-08:00verses of human life<br />sketch sweet harmonies within the twists and the bends,<br />repainting reality;<br />as an angel reads the book of the devil.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-4850579923388879152008-02-21T06:48:00.000-08:002008-02-21T06:55:36.335-08:00a sea of stars flood them green fields,<br />across from a life boat they call shankar's<br />remembering dylan<br />i wish i was with you, all tangled up in blue.rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-84523643969497489292008-02-17T10:08:00.000-08:002008-02-17T10:09:08.432-08:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">He was born a raven,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">unkindness, the unity of his kind.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">He looks back now, an angel of the dark;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">at the suffering that led, to the place with no hurt.</span></p>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14110281.post-7278930037323854462008-02-16T08:35:00.000-08:002008-02-16T08:39:50.321-08:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">She picks her tune with ease,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">on a violin drunk with pain</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">she sways, flays, and cascades down the sound,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">an ode to her death.</span></p>rorschachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14283033169098280402noreply@blogger.com0