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This will be my last post on this blog. I may or may not start another one at some unknown time in some unknown future. There are many things I didn’t post on; sex, drugs, rock and roll, the church, everyday happenings. But thats not important, in fact not too much of anything is too terribly important. What is important is Life. People forget to live sometimes, they get involved with everyday and forget to look up, look around and… fucking smile just to smile, laugh because the world is there running in its little gerbil ball around the sun and we’re along for the ride or cry or just stand there and feel your heart beat. I’m talking about being alive not just living, people all over just live, its boring and it kills. There is a quote that floats around, says “live life to its fullest” we forget the important part of that sentence ‘live life’! “Be here now” “Live in the moment”, once again the beginning of those sentences is the important part ‘Be’, ‘Live’. People need to pull their head out of their collective asses and smell the fucking roses! I guess my last post is to be a rant and not a very good one at that. Life is all we have on this earth, its Gods gift that we, of all the animals, can recognise it and enjoy it, sadly we can also destroy it or worse forget about it.

There was a man standing there with a far and distant stare I asked him what he was looking at at and he said shhhh so I took a silent step back, in time he bowed to the horrizon turned and walked away, I smiled, I didn’t expect to see God today.

And so ends this wonderful experiment/experience thank you for your patients.

Masqurade

Comedy/Tragedy
You laugh and I smile
It was funny I swear
Then we cry,
Its for us
Falling apart
And we Lie
Because it was
not a surprise
But we cry

My Muse Attacks

My muse attacks!!    I cannot say no; She overwhelms me.
I loose control, I can’t think or do but what She tells.
Then She leaves me.  Drained, wanting more, needing more, thirsty
for more. She leaves me. A drained husk a parched man
crawling through the desert desperate for a drink.
Reaching, Grasping; hating the sand, the heat, the air, Life!
I curl up and cry. I am left empty,
a Vessel waiting the return of Usefulness; of the the glory of the Muse…

Absurdity

Don’t Be. …Absurd
It’s only… .a word

A musical rhythm
Set in time. …Pentameter
Or Anti-matter; rather.

It’s in your head
You dance, You dance
Round and Round
In bed.

It takes 2ow or One
It takes 4our or more
and lets not forget 3ree.

Don’t be absurd though.
Think it through now.
Is it false or Is it true?
Silly, you don’t even know:

What is it? it is                        is
Absurd? Absurd.

My Catharsis

If I write everyday It keeps demons at bay.

Livin’ a lie
Hopin’ to fly
Away
To a place called home

Information is God… …or is it Knowledge?
…Is Knowledge Wisdom or is Experience?
What is God.

Nervous Tick (le)

Bad Habit=Lewd Nun

Scribble Scribble
Seems the same. From up here.
Well down here. It’s better.

Ideas/Thoughts on paper are so much better than in the head; they don’t jumble about as much. On paper they reach a steady state, immobile & clean. A specimen that can be examined and corrected.