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blood poet

2009-01-12T04:15:00.001-08:00

we want life by the neck

we want that extra more

re-engineer the reward pathways

and short circuit the rules of delight

reinstate whats wrong and whats right

we are right

as contentment is a fable

contentment is but chemical lock and key

though dont take my word for it

i live a tale you see

i see all those shadows as ghosts

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well its a world

and it turns on us all

just the same

sometimes youre flush

and sometimes youre down

you may be on the crest

and you may be on the lash

it will take you where it may

that is known to us all

its all good

and it all passes

it never stops or waits....

for anyone

we many times took things

that were never ours anyways

things we never deserved or earned

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iam a lover closer to theft,

ill suck and leach

and leave you bereft,
a poet closer to blood than ink.

the shreds of being triangulate

tabulate.....whats left of my torque

my will's guns way out date..........

my uncarved fate

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yellow morning

2008-10-21T06:31:00.000-07:00

my baby in a beige light

i love beige

you know that right?

-
and that i love u in beige

and in all the shades of earth and sky.

-
the ones reflecting on waterscapes

makin them shimmery sexy and nice

do u know that?

and i love your cool skin

and how some parts yet reserve warmth

designing landscapes of contrast

on your back and shoulders.

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do you know that only with you

have i contemplated the structure of water,

and the fluidity of sunrise ?

i know you know

i have seen life and my self

departiculate and reassemble in magnificence

do you know that you have

reasserted my immense faith

in The way, The truth,

and the given breath of life

i know i'am rediscovering myself

finding what i know is mine,

things, people and ideas

i had left behind

medicina cerebra

2008-10-21T01:50:00.000-07:00

the new music sweeps my body and heals
the flood gates open
we all start to glide
we are on the plateau after all

this is the land where the pharoe died
and on this playground
he ritualised just as we are now

the remnants of past sessions creep in
as we are delivered comforting sounds
and sneaky under handed beats.

we revel and sway
all is in harmony
and the stillness seems unfathomable

the mind as many times before
is led to wonder
why the fabric of everyday life
is not as seamless as now

the magic is lost
as the clock ticks
and sleep invades
and you wake up with just glimpses

heaven gives glimpses

as if telling those who are blessed with those glimpses
"what are you waiting for, lift the veil, experience the truth"

showering conciousness (note and word)

2008-09-22T03:11:00.000-07:00

showering conciousness

sowered with drowsy jello,

play reptile and barely escape

the morph with sleep

a tough call

to dodge a bullet

before it is more than kinetic,

before it is more than a sigh

pregnant with exclamation

trepidation

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i send you this part

because it sums up and echoes

what i told u about not regretting (the experience).

and the deal i learned from it

how when i told u

that it taught me about primal instinct and survival

as well as patience.

about waiting out,

about depravity,

about the spectrum of pain and pleasure

about the gusty sands that separate them,

about how one flows on to the other and back,

about how to derive relief from everyday things

i never once knew that music was such this healer,

an enhanced creation

a turnkey door opener,

i do now

that and many other things

about and from different ends of the spectrum,

and of course the void,

i learned about nothingness

the serenity of its peace

and the darkness of its death

but there is nothing more to learn,

the mind, body and soul frequently talk of this

but who ever listens?

for long enough anyway ?

and that is why i think

it would be grand if u should read it.

it says something to the gist of ,

" i boarded at a time when it seemed

that all my sentience was thirsty for this,

from before i ever touched or knew of it,

and i quit at a time

when my cells could no longer

play host to it "

" i shall now look in to the real paths, never mind the shortcuts "

woke up to missing you

2008-08-05T01:39:00.000-07:00

now that the day has come closer

i cant help but muse

how times apart affect and change

............... shape the times together

shape your curves

in a mind crowded

with furnace noise

available items

and impatient clients

affect in the background

but come to the forefront

better and improved

like after taking a week long

break from exercise,

your body comes back

vicious and savvy

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now that the day has come closer

i imagine the ways

i will make you convulse with pleasure

and contort in delight

i fantasise about lying next to you

thinking of nothing

just letting void in

chemical keys unlock

with this beautifully laborious door opener ;

touching everything with everything

tasting life on your skin

will dream of you

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goodnight iam falling asleep

feeling you close to me

screaming inside from desire for you ;

the scenes from your day play in my head

and reel

will dream for you

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i dreamt of cats dressed as dogs

who spoke like men

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look at you, all there

in all your cream and blood

dark passages thumping inside

white with the light

of the everful void of absence and presence

its you and you're really there

under me you are lying ,

your scented realness, breathes on my face ,

the days apart fade

Dial 1

2008-06-12T03:35:00.000-07:00

i want hope and i want it to end
i want the penultimate to give way
i want to know it stops
that the ticking isnt real if it isnt incessant
i want to know the role this plays
i want to find out it serves a greater wisdom
that its part of a truth
that there is a channel

didnt think of that

2008-05-12T01:24:00.000-07:00

(stylish kids in the riot)

feeling out
spacing the narrows
finding sight

turning straights
erasing labels
hating names

what may seem like is just for now
could be all the heavens truth
a truth is a truth if it expounds extreme boundaries

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lets dress art up like a hippie
adorn it with pendants,oriental threads
scented oils, anklets and the works

lets take a trip to luck
fix its wrong doings
take whats ours and leave it longing
but not care or look back once

lets hold a burning gun
to our heads
and see who freezes first
who realises the ease of the situation
yet the heaviness with which it is carried out

lets look for signs
and be aware of the sounds
let us not forget to breathe
deeply and freely

let us not be scared of the fifth drive,
fugue states, or quasi permanent mind shifts
let us flow

left me feeling alien..........................numb

2008-04-15T08:26:00.000-07:00

on the creative process and such (inspired by jo and sim)

start writing ,
once you begin
and start spinning art out of your experiences
and start getting the satisfaction
that comes with accomplishing
something so beautiful
and knowing that that beauty
is in fact your own life,
there will be no stopping you
some are capable and destined even
for greatness through their writing
those who are talented and full of life

the pen can move whole masses
in any given direction
and can also provide
a source of inspiration for individuals ;

something enough
to awaken a person
from perpetual nod
it can help people
recognise their calling
as well as other things
that one hasn't taken
the time to discover

so start writing and let it flow
whether good or bad or mediocre
you will keep writing till you find your voice
only then can you truly start
being creative and play around ;

when you get to the "your voice" stage
all you have to do is think of good ideas/feelings/emotions/experiences
and put them down to paper
to the best of your ability
using your voice ;

they could be the perfect poems
or discordant and unapproachable essays
that are only perfect for the situation
and the people involved,
and so may not transcend
and may even leave some
feeling out-side
with no way to get in.

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yes my recent pieces
have been very personal
but they always have been
all that means
is that you need to take the time
to put yourself in the poet's shoes
if u choose to,
or if u have the time to

the last one you really liked
had been no different
as far as im concerned:
well, i guess maybe you liked the old ones
because you were aware of the context
and maybe because their vulnerabilty
was so apparent
and impossible to miss

but the way i see it
is that vagueness (to a degree)
and personalisation
are essential components
of good prose,
in my eyes.

you may sometimes relate to what i say
and find it beautiful,
but i may sometimes alienate you
and thats fine.

you may somewhere down the line
reread that same piece again,
only to find it
relevant and touching
this time around,
that too is fine.

when writing poetry delve deep within yourself
almost to the point of drowning
and then swim back up quickly
for a gasp of sweet life
and a glance at outer reality
then delve back in again :-)

for localism is the key
to the heart of universalism

Lucid Sign Dreams

2008-03-27T08:22:00.000-07:00

"i love every dot of you
every air molecule
that volunteers to make you up

and so i kiss u on the face right now
and smooth my fingers up and down
tingly sacred spots of your neck, base and torso

...oh and you're crazy
you know that right?"

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-open the windows
and let that new summer in

-lie in bed and scare one another
with dizzy heights of pleasure

-sing summin before
that intro starts to fade
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i look up at the sky
and its tinged in pink
but i guess its up to me
to know what i see
and feel if its real

my senses have heightened
and time has warped meaning
and meaning has opened to every and all
the doors have flung open
and widely so

im absorbing this magnitude
with all might i posses
like a sponge would breath air
when provided with less

im sailing through channels
and riding few crests
am letting all flow through
and easily so

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white back drops were always for me and tickled all id see,
but never like this................ they now speak my language
(exploding dizzy patterns and lush fountains of colour)
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and so that is the way of the ancients
and that is the road to thier hearts,
it takes us rides us swings us by.

my inheritance this is,
my calling is softly calling
and my flame impatiently roaring,
prophetically awaiting my discourse.
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Ubermensch (perfectly free)

2008-01-06T01:40:00.000-08:00

Be Ubermensch

She said,

I'll show you a picture

A picture of tomorrow

There's nothing changing

It's all sorrow

the white desert inspired epiphanies
surreal and hyperreal at once,
its purity had a cleansing effect
on all present,
as did the fire
and even the explosion,
exhibiting that one needs
be burned by their own flame
to achieve true self,
and that one needs be cleansed
of themselves to better that self
and strip it raw
till we only have core

thoughts came a' flowin
to the desert mind
and as i looked around
another soft revelation
was whispered
in my left ear,

.................and with the start of life

we immediately experience unease,

the lack of warmth,

the noise assault,

the vertigo,

and the impending,

pushy instinct to breathe

revelations aren't always angelic
they are sometimes the work of demons.
but let not that scare you
they are tests of might
they build character
and add to your plight

you've been following

your minds instructions

On how to just slowly, sharply
screw yourself to death"

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"When the child was a child, it did not know it was a child,
everything was soulful, and all souls were one"

night time fell after a long walk by myself in the desert
and an even longer walk in the dark depths of my mind
i took 2 shots of vodka
smoked a roach to my head
inviting Rumi to sing me better
he sang,

"When you are with everyone but me,
you're with no one.

When you are with no one but me,

you're with everyone.

Instead of being so bound up with everyone,
be everyone.

When you become that many,
you're nothing.........empty

free.

Dance, when you're broken open.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting.
Dance in your blood.

Dance, when you're perfectly free."

Be UberMensch

"man is something which ought to be overcome"

my gauntlet

2007-12-13T02:26:00.000-08:00

i wish i could be detached
like you advise me to be,
but life misses me
and is running towards me
like there is no tomorrow,
and as if id been gone for years
not mere months

i hope you conquer your shite
its so liberating
you have no idea
how good it felt
when i finally realised
that her deep rooted scar
had left me alone
and that i had finally healed

a real sense of freedom ensued
..........and i celebrated by dying

but dont take this the wrong way,
i never stopped pursuing life,
life loves me,
i just had been retrospecting
and finding my way,

you sometimes
have to lose it to reach it
and crease it to juice it

a prolonged derangement of the senses
is sometimes just what the doctor ordered

through the window open wide

i saw the emptiness inside

with which she just could not relate

go on and blame it on a simple twist of fate…

the party

2007-12-05T03:17:00.000-08:00

so what became of the likely lads?
what became of the dreams we had?
whatever became of forever?
what became of the unbreakable gang?
what became of the songs we so sang?
what became of forever?

yeah.... i know....
fuck forever....no ?
we'll never know

o radiant fuckery !
please grant us one more chance
to perform our malarky
and please let us go on
with our big party

for we know nothing else

arctic sunrise

2007-06-26T05:18:00.000-07:00

should i feel jealous ?
she asks

she is by far your muse
and sparks your fuse

you come to me full of primal splurge
but turn to her to fill a spiritual urge

i to you am the lives of mice and men
she angels and jubilant elves

with me you make love
with her you are love
you become it
you transform in to
a shameless, radiant being
of exalted order

with me everyone sees us
with her you are untraceable trails
inevident..........ghostly and divine

she is your arctic sunrise
i your decadent Mediterranean night

we complete you
we together have created an ageless opus
the saintly lover and the consummate hedonist

i will not allow myself to be jealous
i am one third of this brilliance

The Goods

2007-05-30T01:08:00.001-07:00

finally its down to the goods
the real stuff
down to essence
to sense and self
to all and else

2007-05-21T02:11:00.000-07:00

“Hate the sin but love the sinner”.

observant but just

2007-05-21T00:33:00.000-07:00

sabres flash before my eyes
and battle for existence
as i stand by watching
cuckolded by my sanity

lasting notes dissolve
whats left of my ego

as i retain my right to an awe inspiring end
and a peaceful past

and so i look longingly
at the trail i left behind me
to find a gaping entrance to a future untouched
but plundered by thoughts of selfish love

the hell

2007-05-21T00:21:00.000-07:00

nothing like a cold beach to make you dead again inside

are you sick of me?
sick of the whipping ice cold assaults on your person?

are you desperately wishing i was gone?

so that you neednt feel tempted to touch me?
so that you neednt keep stopping yourself mid sentence?

i know how hard it must be
because ive been there before
one too many times
and its all just all too familiar

its just not right
what will people say?
what will people think?

the hell

live forever

2007-05-10T02:31:00.000-07:00

......and you know its not forever
but who cares
when it feels this good
and this real right now

the one true thing in my life.
clearer than love
gentler than pain
true as rain

the most intense nothingness
you will ever encounter
on this ragged plain

like standing on the rock you know so well
at the beach you love so much
and having a tidal wave
of warmth ........of security
and of absolute death
come over you

it surrounds you,
it drives down your air passage
and deep into your soul.

and then first thing you realize again,
is the cold.
but you no longer care

its trying to do something to you
trying to make you uncomfortable
but it just makes you happy
because you know it just can't do it.

nothing can touch you
you are invincible
but without the arrogant energy

close

2007-05-07T23:52:00.000-07:00

are you close?

cause i could easily wait a while longer
i just wanted to waste time anywhere
till you came

because i know there is life still
at the edge of the world
and down by the sea bed

and i know there is soul searching still

even after dawn

and i know there is still finding
even after all has subdued

just like you know there was us
even if there wasnt

so are you close ?

honey flavoured poison

2007-05-03T03:14:00.000-07:00

how is it that every time i start to rhyme
its got something to do with you?

why is it that when i try to sleep or calm my mind
you eyes are there, and shining through?

when will i try for the extra mile
without you being my dragging mule ?

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you know everyone says they love the sea
but do they really?

they look at it
and its beauty and majesty even
captures their soul

spell binds them

but loving the sea
is only complete
if you love everything about it

the sea bed
and all of its inhabitants
as well as the treachery of a storm

a lot like adoration

i loved everything
about that ocean

not an ant

2007-04-26T05:37:00.000-07:00

i treasure all that
could we do that again? :-)

because it made me think about humanity
and that i don't want to be an ant.
you know?
I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another,
continously on ant autopilot,
with nothing really human required of us.
stop, go, walk here. drive there.
all our actions are basically for survival.
all communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner.

"here's your change."
"fill this in"
"finish on time"
"you want ketchup with that?"
and i dont want a fuckin straw :-)

i want real human moments.
i want to see you.
i want you to see me.
i don't want to give that up.
i don't want to be ant, you know?

bliss glimpse

2007-04-19T05:24:00.000-07:00

redirect your mind to that first glimpse of bliss
when revelation was your reality
when your soul prayed in tongues

do you recall?

this fascination with the beginning
is not new for me
i remember my first real memory

i remember it being so surreal
or actually hyper-real
the realest ive ever felt
im still chasing that reality

i was on vacation in cairo
in my dokki building
going down the stairs
running down with an enthusiasm that only a 5 year old can posses
until i reached the entrance of our building

and on my way out
there is a mirror to the left of me
and a few more steps
this is when i got a flash of what i can only describe as

utter conciousness

i was so in the moment and there
i looked at myself in the mirror to my left
and saw myself for the first time

i was astonished, surprised, happy and a little confused
it was as if i was marvelling God's magnificence in my image
and his generosity for giving me the capacity to experience all this life

i gazed at myself for some moments more
it seemed like forever though, at the time

then i looked down at the remaining steps
and again lifted my head but looked straight ahead this time
my eyes met the street outside where there is a mosque

the call to prayer for Duhr was ringing
and the afternoon sun looked magnificent to me

i felt a surge of joy
the best high ive ever experienced
im still chasing it

and i remember asking myself
"what is this?"
i had heard my inner voice many times before
but never like this

the rush of euphoria had me deciding then and there
to leap the remaining steps
as if to celebrate my coming to life

i love that moment
like i was telling the world "look out, im crashing the party!"

here goes

2007-04-18T01:54:00.000-07:00

i love you
i wanna say it
even if i dont mean it
i want it to have the strongest effect
i want us to stare in each others eyes after
i want us to feel it so strong, it moves us to tears,
and instinctly hug
i want us to fuse during that moment
i want that surge of emotion, to be our common plain
i want us to live there for the longest time

im not genuinely feeling all this when im with you
i pretend to, cause i desperately want to
but now that im writing it
i feel a warm tingling at the center of my chest
so here goes
i love you

Not sure - Not ever

2007-04-16T01:19:00.000-07:00

art
what a cheeky word
scary sometimes
when you think of it

im sure someone once said :

"bad art is more for me, it suits my taste
bad art is more tragically beautiful, it documents human failure
a most essential and integral drive-force of the human condition"

but im not sure whether he said it as an observation or as a cautionary tale

butter melt

2007-04-16T01:01:00.000-07:00

night-talk is smothered in butter
but then the sun rises
and melts it all away

only thing I know for sure
is that someone's always gotta pay

there ain't no saying what will be
it's always been that way

promises made in the dark
dissolve by light of day

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softly close your eyes
and let your soul unwind

inhale a breath of air
and listen to the colours of your mind

now listen closely
and see what you hear

envision it clearly
then open and peer

if it isnt vividly infront of you
then its all been a lie
and for a while

like a young boy who's lost his mentor
insights fade and the world seems colder

a blizzard of old questions that still haunt you

GRHS

2007-04-15T02:49:00.000-07:00

im obsessed these days with reading the final writings of Naguib Mahfouz
i bought a publication that has his last dreams grouped together in his own feeble handwriting,
they are beautiful inspiring and spiritually cleansing to say the least.

and if there's one thing ive learned from them
its that only once you have embraced death
will life show you the slightest of affection.
love, life and death are the elements that make up the fabric of our eternal continuum.

just months before he died he said:
"i like to believe that i lived my life on the premise of love
love of life,
love of work,
love of people,
and finally love of death"

Naguib Mahfouz
GRHS

2007-04-10T06:36:00.000-07:00

the moment longing was born i was there with it

glimpses

2007-04-10T05:02:00.000-07:00

i mustve changed quite a bit - huh?
it scares me a bit when i think of it
i hope i've changed to the better
and that my essence is the same
i love my essence
i wish it would shine through more often
i seem to only give the world glimpses of it, hehe :-)
we've all changed
and i like how most of us have changed
most....... but not all
i like how youve changed
because your essence is definitely the same
you also only give glimpses

once become

2007-04-10T02:38:00.000-07:00

when reading poetry one may attempt singing the words
to get a better feeling for it
to put one's self in the poet's shoes.
imagine how the poet's life is like
what drove him to inspiration
what did he dream of last night
we as humans are so generally alike
yet so very different
not one being is like the other
cognitive prints, sexual prints, attention,emotion and so on ..............
but talking about that will only lead us to talk about neuroscience and what not
i find this fascinating and thought provoking
as the beauty of Oness lies in that it is seemingly contradictory with the apparent individualism of all

the reader and writer should mesh and dissolve the defining line of their two separate entities,
it is better for us not to speak of entities at all
but rather of the light of life that celebrates its presence in all our hearts
we will then realise that truth and empathy are not so hard to attain
and that they are just elusive at times

an english teacher in junior high once sat me down and told me

"what you say you do not feel,
and what you feel you do not say,
this is what your writing lacks"

the brain was the seat of intelligence, and the heart was the source of consciousness

far and few (only light)

2007-04-10T02:10:00.000-07:00

between one person and the other there is only light

so when your vanity fades

i will be your sanity

and if God wills that it be your sanity that dies first

then so be it

i will bravely be your vanity

the world will decide

the world always decides

who knows what'll happen really

and who has the energy to care

i live with doubt it is part of who iam

it shapes my actions and reactions

i at times feel gratitude for having this gift

and at most other times i feel cursed

but hey...... defining moments are inherently sparse and scattered

the curse of the enlightened

2007-04-05T04:51:00.000-07:00

you can quit when you dont want to, but when you want to quit you can’t…

2007-04-05T02:41:00.000-07:00

We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell." -- Pablo Picasso

Mitzrayim

2007-04-05T00:39:00.000-07:00

(her own personal cairo)
im sitting next to my pen trying to avoid looking at the paper
im scared of scribbling words ive written too many times

i dont want them to taunt me anymore
i want them out, so instead ill just drive over

ive come to reannoint you
and wish you luck
a symbolic annointment
as you are embarking on a symbolic journey
be it to damascus or aleppo
or even west and home
before you do though, make peace with this kind land
this land like any good mother can be at times cruel and mean
but above all kind at heart and caring
this is where God chose to annoint the earth
so dont let the wrong doings of a few of its pharoahs
ruin its truth......... its essence
so make peace with it and forgive it
as it has forgiven and welcomed many before you
only then will you really be able to find
the stillness and quietude you crave
peace

"If we wish to be freed from our own personal “mitzrayim“, our own narrow place, our own internalized slavery, we must connect with the place within us that is willing and ready to go free. We must grow and nurture that part of ourselves, and not the quality of disconnection and cynicism."

lips dont lie

2007-04-04T04:00:00.000-07:00

S: "I know you are laughing, but you had better get used to life, because most of the time it is a fucking bitch and the rest of the time it is so highly entertaining and amusing that the rest of it feels worth it"

me: "beautiful- and speaking of beautiful, im gazing in to the red sea right now"

S: "lucky you,I want to come to Egypt"

S: "I have to go now. I am late already,bye my dear..... xoxo"

me: " french XO ?"

S: "up yours ya habibi "

just because

2007-04-02T03:41:00.000-07:00

...........................................how does love speak?

in the embrace where madness melts in bliss?

in the midst of the convulsive rapture of a kiss ?

love does not speak............. it does not need to

at the heart of love lies

the quickening of the senses

the thrill of touch

the perfume of passion

the taste and feel of love

the vision of the beloved.

you shall have your hug

but not because i wanna feel the warmth the sweater steals from your body
or because i crave a whiff of your hair after youve just showered
or because i need the sound of your heart beating against my chest
or because i wanna pull back from the hug to lose myself in your eternal eyes

not because i miss you
not because i still painfully love you

always mind III

2007-03-26T01:38:00.000-07:00

"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours.
It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell; as i t is a man's own mind , not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways. "

never mind - (buddha says)

the end is beginning is the end

a shimmer of light has started its journey
it has me in mind

a message to an honest messenger
"do his will" it says

i know iam of him
and that he is through me

my being just at the very beginning of the road
does not make this any less true

if i know i will, then i already have

"The world , indeed, is like a dream. Like the apparent distances in a picture, things have no reality in themselves, all that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world ."

What we think, we become

emptiness is form

2007-03-22T03:38:00.000-07:00

"Emptiness is described as an elusive feeling of numbness, the inability to feel anything emotionally, or not having any purpose."

The Pharaohs described it as "a situation of certain lack"

a fragment of the "Heart Sutra" - "Mahaprajnaparamita" :

Form is emptiness

Emptiness is form

Emptiness is no other than form

Form is no other than emptiness

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shiki fu i ku

ku fu i shiki

shiki soku ze ku

ku soku ze shiki

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its funny how one can get used to confusion and grief

and how pain can become great solace

how one will actually miss it

funny...... but not

as when joy doesnt come to the rescue
to quickly fill the gap that anguish has left
................................. emptines can be murder

Skyward

2007-03-21T02:03:00.000-07:00

no tickets needed for entry into the 'Wacky World of Sick People', its free.
(maybe just 300 pounds, some tinfoil and a solid "im a rockstar"
attitude,with a rolled 100 pound banknote dangling from my lips)

funky junky

i think i hear the meters singin Flavor…
i think i taste the flavor of bad Stella

the flavor of takin the right handful of wonder-drug anti-psychotics
wonder drug my ass i say.

might as well take some SSRI's to help.
yes the infamous zac attack

they do more harm than good, i say

go to the doctor, get your head explored and open your eyes

and when you do
realise that your in the wacky plain of sick people.

"you are not the doctor and you will not abolish suffering in all sentient life. "

but fuckin hell I am not so far out of the solar system - you know
my umph and communications skills are just frozen from lack of heat and sun is all.

anyways spring is coming on
and i can almost taste the heat im longing for to warm my bones
..................ahhhh the glory
................warmth cleanses

life goes on and i learn something new everytime i look skyward
life has gotten much brighter since i found some guidance in things other than powders and pills,

lies and deception

but then why does aldous huxley say ? :

"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution - then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise."

oh well, spring is near and the sun will shine…

somewhere undeniable

2007-03-21T01:53:00.000-07:00

(the voice i hear)

"where will all this take us ?"

"somewhere undeniable"

i needed to hear that voice ....................... that violin-voice
singing a bitter sweet melody ........... on an oriental tuning

it came

it was the hug i needed
the hug i longed for.............. and didnt even know it

only now do i feel its safe

we can now let the peninsula's peaks freeze in peace
and have them promise to call back for us, when all is spring and well.

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safe in the knowledge that the voice has never lied.
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but its unfolding too slow

ill have to either
die laughing
or learn to not ever get bored

once again the voice leaned in telling me to repeat after him :

"i vow to be less cerebral
and thrash open weak texts
to rewrite thier source"

what a way

Knowing Eyes

2007-03-19T01:25:00.000-07:00

"Ya salam 3al dunya we 7alawetha fe 3ain el 3ushak"

Morsi Gamil Aziz for Om Kolthoum
O all ye who have wronged, shamed and dissed love
what do you know of it ?

the fault must stem from either you or your loved ones
but as for love it is the light of the heavens and earth

how beautiful life becomes in the eyes of the love afflicted
how insignificant and petty worldly woes become

look into eyes filled with that unworldly light, and you will know what im talking about.

such eyes have a knowing calmness to them
they vibrate emotion and always seem but a step away from flooding with joyful tears

they fear nothing but longing
they gaze eternally..........and know

those eyes simply know..........................

bless'em

yes, i talk back to books

2007-03-18T05:40:00.000-07:00

jealousy ......................................i looked up the definition of it in the dictionary.

here is what it said:

"suspicious or fearful of being replaced by a rival; resentful or bitter in rivalry; demanding exclusive love. "

"hey!" i retorted to the damned know-it-all book, "you dont even know me. who are you to judge ?"

“He knows me mother, He sees.”

2007-03-12T04:17:00.000-07:00

"I’am The Truth. The Way, a hidden treasure, and I wanted to be known, so I created Creation”

Oh ! the negatives in life and how confusing things seem to get sometimes

life really is truly hard sometimes............................. lots of things may seem out of grasp

and sometimes God takes you to troubled waters, but not to drown you, to cleanse you.

there is so much beauty in life

so much................ its overwhelming even sometimes.

life and the nature of being has so many pockets of beauty and magnificence

...................................... we only need re-train ourselves to see and appreciate

beauty and purity are manifest..................... yet hidden to those who lack clarity

"The Truth is closer to you than your jugular vein, open the chanels and let The Way flow through you, guiding you and many"

as children we saw life with this clarity all the time

with wonderment and appreciation for the seemingly normal

we need to reaccess this clarity and sustain it throughout

" He is The Light of the heavens and the earth, The First , The Last, The Manifest and the Hidden,surely we are of him, and to Him do we return"

back to essence

winged love

2007-03-11T01:43:00.000-08:00

"There is as much difference between the counsel that a friend giveth, and that a man giveth himself, as there is between the counsel of a friend and of a flatterer. For there is no such flatterer as is a man's self."

Francis Bacon

i have a confidant that lives many miles away from me
Albion is her home

i tell her of my joys and of my woes
a very unique relationship
that i'am ever grateful for

her short concise advices
are priceless.....................
true heavenly gemmes

winged love from another continent

i have recently taken her counsel on many matters of the heart

i asked her the other day:

" when am i ever gonna find that deep connection with someone ?
is it bound to happen? or doesnt everyone encounter such bliss? "

she calmly and wisely says in the most sophisticated of british accents:

"ya habibi, i have always prided you on your intuitiveness and your gift of knowing what is real with a deep conviction as if touching it, and now you ask me such weak and astray questions,
tut tut mohamed, for shame"

stay out of that whole thing for a while
and love will come to you when you least expect it
is the traditional advice in this case
so cliche, yet so frighteningly real

and then comes a breath of fresh air
in the midst of all my self-doubt
and playfully tickles my innermost senses

she goes by lola

now gone

2007-03-11T01:07:00.000-08:00

my image of you has been slightly shaken

i look into your eyes and i see no one
nothing left but remnants of a just empress now gone

no insight left to reside nor the simplest most basic want for truth

all this has fled you hastily
never looking back

you have lost all surrender to a greater self
yourself

you now know nothing of the value of celibate kinship

the queen redback spider and her sacrificial males

2007-03-08T00:43:00.000-08:00

"It is a common belief that male spiders, which usually are significantly smaller than the females, are likely to be killed after or during mating, or sometimes even before mating can occur."

i was not angry at you
as with anger there is strength
i was but gashed, hurt and broken winged
............... weak

you.............
YOU had the strength
the strength to throw it all away and move on fast

and look at me with pity
and throw me crumbs of love

the strength to think you were guiltless
and believe it

the nerve to think we can still be best of friends
after the horror i endured for you

is she she stupid ?................. no
confused ?............. don't think so
evil in its purest form ?...... maybe

and by pure i mean evil in its most delectable and mouth watering of forms

....................but still no

she is a mix of cold hard-hearted and calculated selfishness
with a generous dash of basic uninhibited sexual implosion

resulting in the most ruthless of man-eating known to this sphere

______________________________

some would kill to have this problem of mine........you know
and call me petty

to fall prey....... and be chewed alive
as an offering
to this splendorous goddess of unbound pleasure and endless painful irration

i bow to thee
and contemplate the beauty of the web you have woven

"despite the supposed aggressiveness of the female spider towards the male, the male may live in the female's web for some time without being harmed, and It is believed to be rare for a fit male to be eaten by the female."

i barely escaped.............
so long...... high mistress

Upon Mount Horeb

2007-03-05T23:54:00.000-08:00

which one am i ?
weak or divine ?

ughh........... the questions i ask sometimes
.............................bring on the strong wine

am i to be easily forgotten
or will my will be etched in stone
and thrive for a couple thousand years

i have always seen and treated life
........as my visionary concubine
....... my heartfelt conquest of a truth

and with a deepest of longing for the source

never have i lusted for fear
nor enjoyed it so
for it is a solemn joy, at the best of times

but i will admit to having at one point fallen in love
with all the things in life that destroy men

but that point has infinitely spurred me

so here i'am once again looking into forever and all
but this time........... i will not trip, and i will not fall

i pray my dream will shine - on all - and enthrall

with Albion to the west of me
Babel to the east
and Amarna bravely south

i pray The Truth will be with me for the rest of the journey
as he always has

the strong wine is mine......... i will take it

"Turn on, tune in, drop out"

2007-03-04T03:32:00.000-08:00

its the cure in a sweet form of pure
you keep on trying it
but you're not quite sure

this new brand of sanity being marketed these days
i just don't like
its narrow, boring and honestly its just not for everyone -you know

its just plain vain
and designed for pain
not for the free spirited
or the hermits of bygone days

find yourself, tune out the noise and all the rubble
don't get lost in it - but if you do, love the journey out

i heard a guy once say

""It's like I've got a gun barrel in my mouth, with my finger on the trigger, and I'm liking the taste of the gun metal."

it could be a cure in satan's form of pure
you gotta keep on trying it

till you know you aint sure

'aint no thang

2007-03-01T00:25:00.000-08:00

all to the benefit

to yours to mine
till we know who's blind

for good for bad
but we're all benign

so when it comes to who and where we are
its all just days til we savour wine

we may fight
we may scrum
we may squander love

but who are we fooling
we had something loving
pure and from above

..............more than love

it was friends forever
with a romantic touch

love, lost love, God, life and hope

2007-02-27T03:30:00.000-08:00

take me to those safe waves where i lap easily on your shores

take me to where I'm free and hoping.. alive and open

take me to that raw inertia where longing is but a song
to where there is no right or wrong......

..............truth becomes my plight

take me to you, for i'am bound and broken

But let your will be done

2007-02-27T01:03:00.000-08:00

not as I will, but as thou wilt

And He went a little beyond them, and fell on His face and prayed, saying, "My Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me; yet not as I will, but as You will."

"Devil Magnetism"

2007-02-27T00:39:00.000-08:00

she came and whispered seductively in my ear

as a friend...... a lover of sorts....... and a partner in my latest crime

she said:

"you try and you toil.........but the pen tip has already dried-

it HAS been written.........and it SHALL be done
- so lets reset the clocks and have all the pendulums stop"

i stood dumbfounded and bemused as her words penetrated my being

and before i could say anything back, she asked me

"so who is she? was she all that?"

i replied stuttering:

" uhhh well yeah"

i was a friend when she needed one
heat when she needed some
and a shoulder to bleed on

a love forgiven
a dawn mistaken
a soul forsaken

"yeah that's what you were to her, but SHE who was SHE? "

she cant be alone
so she hunts and she swoons
with immaculate beauty and whats left of her charm

"so whats the attraction ?" some ask
"sympathy for the devil?"

i shrug....... i know.........but i wouldn't explain

"devil magnetism"

Karmic Convulsions

2007-02-25T02:58:00.000-08:00

she was the kind of person whom when you'd say "i love you" to
she'd say" you know......i dont really think you do"
shed say this knowingly..... "ha" as if ....... as fuckin if

it sounded like death if ever i heard it

it stank of doubt and and raw fear previously unbeknownst to me

and for the first time i heard my innards scream from karmic convulsions

Simple Precious Moments

2007-02-22T03:11:00.000-08:00

once every sad moon
i see her face

i remember touching her belly
as id approach from behind her

she loved that

she'd turn her head towards me
and roam my face with her eternal eyes

and lightly root for the perfect spot to plant a kiss

alive and tingling was the feeling

Too Proud

2007-02-22T02:56:00.000-08:00

pure

what is that really?

i know I'm partially to blame
always being attracted to doomed relationships
and hopes ajar........

I'm too proud of my masochism
letting it ring throughout my life - with a wounding resonance
that is manipulative, yet essentially pure....

i know that somehow, sometime from under all the noise
the gem will shine brilliantly
never to dim or be forgotten.....

my beautiful woes will reveal themselves as ecstatic beings of light and smokeless fire

... guiding many

Ressurections

2007-02-20T00:18:00.000-08:00

.......so here i'am

happy revived and ever forgiven

i tasted her the other day for the first time

her lips - literally sweet....... her tongue had a song and dance

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you know.... i realise i've always had a soft spot for resurrections

but never thought id live one

but here i'am savouring my saviour

my messiah of hearts and broken dreams

2 hearts forsaken intertwine

High and Mighty

2007-02-19T00:35:00.000-08:00

she made me doubt myself
my high and mighty self, she says

but i was always there for her
when she knew not herself, she said

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she said i never loved her
but rather love itself and all it brings

.............. such a lie such that wounds and stings

she said she knew she loved me
but never if quite enough

............. and with that, my poor soul exits with a cancerous cough.

Alive and Electric

2007-02-19T00:08:00.000-08:00

she wasnt like what i known them to be

she was a devil in disguise

she wasnt the one i thought she was

never...........mine

she wasnt what i thought to be truth

just a lying swine

she isnt what i need to feel right now

i need sweet and divine

but SHE......... is alive and electric

ive found my spine

essence

2007-02-14T00:38:00.000-08:00

freeze the moment try to save it and own it

rate the bait
and see if you'll catch it

save the wait
and see if you'll still want it

be the light
and find there is no place for spite

be anointed
and find your essence within the fight

freeze the moment try save it and own it

see the way
and be the clandestine

feel the way
the knowledge of ancient wines

Fight Like A Woman

2007-02-12T23:39:00.000-08:00

"forsake me baby for i'am she" she says this snaringly

but i don't find this one bit strange
for she always fights like a woman

tears sink deep and flow like rivers at will

whipping lips on my perspiring tender flesh
turn it to delicate pulp.

i gasp for air and find that im almost lost for life if she isnt with me.
i need that pain - it keeps me well and sane

i fear taking another step without her

where has my shadow gone?

does who i thought i was still exist? and do i still believe?

Hook Me Up

2007-02-12T05:24:00.000-08:00

pain has become my friend dear friends

so i can hook you up with a wound or two

as i now know all kind of heartache through and through

so what'll it be ?

a slight let down of a betrayal
or shall i rip your heart in two

Love hurts, if it is not really love, but longing, and losing…

Me Through You

2007-02-12T01:26:00.000-08:00

what I am to you, is not real

what I am to you, you do not need

what I am to you, is not what you mean to me

you give me miles and miles of mountains....but i ask for the sea.
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What I give to you, is just what I'm going through

not less loving to you, nothing new

just another phase of finding me through you

like a new disease.....oh Lord let this pass and ease

Soft Exteriors

2007-02-08T01:21:00.000-08:00

You keep using words like abuse and stuff like that, to describe the times when i confront you,
am i supposed to just agree with u? no.

You are a scary person to know , one never knows where he stands with you, one minute you are loving and the next you just do the most inconsiderate and selfish things.

I still love u though, for the good thats within you, you seem to forget to do that, one bad thing seems to erase all the good things for you, its not nice, compassionate or fair.
Try to remember the things that you first made you love a person and dont think of the last event that has smudged the image, it doesnt mean you were mistaken to love them warts and all.

I learned from knowing you though, i learned not to trust so quickly and to not be decieved by soft exteriors.

You of course will once again label this abuse. do so if u must.
But its not, its just my honest opinion.

Dance For Joy

2007-02-04T00:30:00.000-08:00

joy is a soul that knows no pain
its seen you clean its seen you small

and so you dance this once for pleasure
and let your grief out for a stroll

ultimate highs for ultimate downs
i thank the king for both - ive seen his crown

dimly bright, for he is the light

i whirled numbly for a few eternities

and when i returned i fell down to my knees - intensely sane, and ever forgiven

and i hear my love say:

are you dancing for pleasure or joy?

a tear escapes my eye and falls onto the ragged concrete earth
splattering in all directions into fragments of infinite light and madness - no sadness
but then they settle back down on to the ground again into dampness- and i forget thier essence.

2007-01-17T01:01:00.000-08:00

Dedicated to a woman with a big heart, that sometimes expects too much from mere mortals.

The King Of Fear

2007-01-17T00:36:00.000-08:00

Still skinning and smoking like an Egyptian

dont overthink i guess........

2006-12-19T05:11:00.000-08:00

When you're going through the weirdest feelings and you don't know what the heck is going on inside you, it's pretty scary. Just dont direct your mind to where the pain resides, let its auto-pilot take control and for sure the mind knows its way out and around.

hedonistica

2006-12-10T00:17:00.000-08:00

to the day that we part
from the beginning, right back at the start
there will always be that love for bliss
and unacheivable unfathomed euphoria
to where only you can take me
and yet only you can break me
you are my savior, my killer, nothing less
need a fix, need to fill that emptiness
you creep around with your scaly self
seething, burning, making me cry
screaming, drowning, I just wanted to say goodbye
but never just once, you’re too precious to waste
never satisfied by your vile taste
so I fill my lungs, cringe, and trail off into space
until I’m on the mountaintop looking into forever and all
slipped, and down I fall
but together we’ll find the ground
you are my rail and always to my avail
but please don’t leave me now
I can make it work somehow

Us and the sky

2006-12-05T05:21:00.000-08:00

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. . . .” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?” Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process.

-- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Sex life- Hex knife

2006-12-04T03:29:00.000-08:00

Picture by Hajimi Sorayama, i like to call it " As the little girl floats with the powers that be"

Head-Strong

2006-12-03T23:59:00.000-08:00

for inspiration comes to me in spurt like visitations

they take me over, and i channel them when i can

i follow the trickle, thinking it might lead the way

but does it really?

Once

2006-12-03T15:12:00.000-08:00

I'am a friend of the dancing one............ a master and child

nourishly loved and ever forgiven

for it is me who screams for laughter

and shuts the lid........... for fear of endless loss

and this once............ i'am again forgiven

The Warm End

2006-12-03T00:49:00.000-08:00

There is nothing more for me

Need the end to set me free

Yesterday seems as though it never existed

The end greets me warm...... now I will just say good-bye

Petrified !

2006-11-28T23:32:00.000-08:00

Of All elaborate plans, The End.
Of everything that stands, The End.
No safety or surprise, The End.
Ill never look into your eyes....... again.
Can you picture what we'll be ?........... So limitless and free
Desperately in need... of some... strangers hand..... In a... desperate land

In Other News

2006-11-27T23:53:00.000-08:00

As long as you feel like singing life within u will blossom and hurt will be but a travelling point which you only revisit to reflect and contrast the joy that now resides you.

In other news Another source confirms that troubled rocker Pete is having a rough time as of late, and says that troubled rocker Pete was "one step away from ripping the implant which helps him stay off heroin out of his arm and going back on the smack". On Friday there were reports that troubled rocker Doherty had checked himself into rehab in Portugal.... again

Further ramblings on Namaste

2006-11-20T04:36:00.000-08:00

In Fady Bahig's novel The Journey of The Fool, Sri Bakashananda, a fictional guru, talks about the word saying that..............

"It means that I salute the light of God that is in you. In fact, It means that the light of God in me salutes the light of God in you. But you know, there is no difference, for the light of God that is in me is the same as the light of God that is in you. And since salutations are made only between two separate entities, it is better for us not to speak of salutations at all. But to say that the light of God in us celebrates its presence in our hearts eternally."

so what fady bahig is saying is that namaste is infact a reverential salutation and adoration to your inner truth, or simply to Thee Truth........

hmmm..... conflictions conflictions

I dont exactly disagree with what he says but i dont really agree either, because in my humble view the beauty of Oness is that it is seemingly contradictory with the apparent individualism of all.

.....................but thats just me

Namaste Cafe

2006-11-20T03:29:00.000-08:00

"The spirit within me bows to the spirit within you."
The Divine in me recognizes and honors, the Divine in you.
'I bow to the divine in you'

The greeting "Namaste" is the divine spark in one person recognizing the divine spark in another.

"Nama" means bow, "as" means I, and "te" means you. Therefore, Namaste literally means "I bow to you."To perform Namaste, we place the hands together at the heart charka, close the eyes, and bow the head. This is an especially deep expression of respect.

Often the word "Namaste" is spoken along with the gesture.One can do Namaste to oneself, to remind one of the divine spark within.

The Divinity Code

2006-11-20T00:07:00.000-08:00

The divine in me greets the divine in you

for we are one and the same

let not lunacy drive you too sane

and let not freedom numb away all the pain

Sounds Bemuse

2006-11-15T03:56:00.003-08:00

Thoughts race as i drive

Nubian sounds bemuse me

Set me in a trance of life

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I give in to the feeling

let the ice melt lightly in my palms

And at once i'am forgiven

Or so i thought.........

2006-11-13T00:15:00.000-08:00

I can see 5 streets down

And a patch of grass

as i look down through my looking glass

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The patch drains down

Onto the lake

as my thoughts grill nicely at the stake

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Symmetry symmetry in all that i see

as the little girl floats with the powers that be

H Bombs

2006-11-08T04:42:00.000-08:00

A.K.A The Baggies

Wa7ed A7ad

2006-11-08T04:31:00.000-08:00

Finding Light

2006-11-02T00:59:00.000-08:00

Seek The Truth..................

See It Right.........................

Use A Finding Light............

Unreally Real

2006-10-02T01:28:00.000-07:00

.......And if this isnt what my heart yearns for
then its all been a lie
and for a while

if i cant grasp every moment and feel it
then its all not worth it
and wouldnt smile

they say life is for the living
but its also for the giving... i say
not in self denial

lovers and friends.... unreally real yet masterfully styled

i take it all in stride as id crack if i didnt

which i sometimes do for a week or two

thats when my head goes dangerously fast
and need a calmer
thats where the problem starts
and then i'll lose heart

never smart that

conditioned by language

2006-06-15T01:50:00.000-07:00

Mornning shot

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.

Prophetically - Entwined

Faith keeps many doubts in her pay. If I could not doubt, I should not believe.

Troubled Rocker

His face lit up and he shouted: "That was a wicked shot. That's going to make a cracking link that is."

The Moment

A long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.

Fly Easy

Saturday night astrology dictates that the stars will be in bloom and flight will flow easy.

aywa ya jimmy...... aywa....

2006-05-30T01:39:00.000-07:00

I’ll tell you this… No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused One summer night, going to the pier I ran into two young girls. The blonde one was called Freedom. The dark one, Enterprise. We talked and they told me this story Now listen to this… I’ll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat Soft driven, slow and mad. Like some new language. Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messengerLet me tell you about heartache and the loss of God.Wandering, wandering in hopless night,Out here in the perimeter there are no stars,Out here we is stoned,Immaculate.

"a cracking link that is.”

2006-05-29T00:07:00.000-07:00

Pete Doherty ended an interview for MTV News by squirting a syringe-full of his blood at the cameramen.
The crew were filming an interview with his band Babyshambles after their recent gig in Berlin and Pete initially refused to join them. Halfway through the interview, he joined the band, secretively holding the syringe under a towel.
After squirting the blood at the camera lens, he shouted: “That was a wicked shot. That’s going to make a cracking link that is.”
Bandmate Drew McConnell was not impressed. He told the MTV cameraman, “I think the interview is over my friend. I’m really sorry about that mate, that’s f***ed up.”

Guilt Trippa

2006-04-12T01:45:00.000-07:00

and whats worse is that by expressing these feelings, it seems to make matters worse......

i become a guilt tripper..............

what a dilemma, eh!.............. or dalai lama ........ he3

Commendable hurt???????

2006-04-11T03:26:00.000-07:00

Someone I feel very close to, is being very unprecedently hard with me, and hurting me so much.

I don't think this person realises I have feelings too, and that right now my soul truly bleeds.

What did I do to deserve this sudden harsh treatment ?

I'm at a loss, I cant grasp it, and I never knew this person was capable of such pain.

I thought this person to be an angel, i'm still hoping it is so.

I don't wanna seem obsessed, but the reason I'm acting obsessed, is because the situation turned suddenly from utterly beautiful, to extremely confusing and cruel even, over night.

I've never felt this way about a friendship, but just the thought of this person treating me this way is just hurting me in a way i never thought possible.

Right now im thinking that i really could be to blame for this storm of a situation, did I turn a beautiful friendship in to an awkward mess ?

I never meant to.

why is it, that I almost invariably succeed to do the wrong thing? Always!

I need this to be a happy ending, or beginning for that matter

2006-04-06T00:43:00.000-07:00

Happy endings don't bore me .........
happy endings they never bored me ........
they have a way....... they have a way to make you pay, and to make you toe the line ...........
Sever the ties..........
Oh I'm so clever But I'm not very wise ........
Fuck forever If you don't mind........... I'm stuck forever Stuck in your mind..........

Man This Blog Needs More Personality

2006-04-04T01:51:00.000-07:00

What a way!

2006-03-19T02:17:00.000-08:00

And there i was lingering, seemingly aimlessly, but i had her in mind all along, she was my attainment and she is now my dissolution, i float light headed as by now the scent has consumed me.

time stood still for a few eternities, and when i recovered my senses it was already time to leave.

I stumble out drunk from the mix of heavenly chemicals dancing in my head, and step outside to find that she is still within me and has not left, this fills me with joy, as i tip toe to my vehicle and drive right to up my own bed, but still i find i haven't arrived, i had left my withins there at the other end of town, melting at her sway.

what a way! what a way!

REAL INSPIRATION

2006-03-09T02:07:00.000-08:00

WENGER EXPECTS REAL INSPIRATION

Arsene Wenger expects Arsenal's victory against Real Madrid to inspire his new-look team to even greater heights.

Wenger could not hide his pride after watching his young players overcome the 'galacticos' to reach the last eight of the Champions League.

The Arsenal boss said: “I believe something is happening in the team. They are growing in confidence.

“They have shown character and to show such a determined attitude is fantastic. They have not only quality but character and when you look at the average age of the team it is fantastic."
The Gunners drew 0-0 at Highbury on Wednesday and went through on aggregate after winning 1-0 in the Bernabeu two weeks ago.

Dina The Babe uhhh.... the Brave

2006-03-08T05:23:00.000-08:00

You try and stop this girl but it'll only make her stronger

alive and tingling

2006-03-07T05:19:00.000-08:00

in this car i was born
from it i witnessed, in it i bloom

why do we waste without this supremeness
i feel as if i've been kissed on the lips......................... and nourished my soul
.....................oh sweet emotion that makes me

jules? say what?

2006-01-17T02:02:00.000-08:00

"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides with the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon those with great vengeance and with furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know that my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."

say say say

2006-01-17T01:15:00.000-08:00

2ool elli nefsek te2oolo we estanetak te-2oolo

dana ba7lam kol leila bel leila deya

TRANSLATION:

say all that youve wanted to say - and that ive waited for you to say

i dream every night of that night (when such will happen)

Wallahi !

2005-12-26T00:13:00.000-08:00

Wallahi !

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.

The Music Do

2005-12-20T01:46:00.000-08:00

The Music Do

Hey you, hey you, Devil's little sisterListening to your Twisted Transistor Hold it between you legs

Turn it up, turn it upThe wind is coming through Can't get enough

A lonely life, where no one understands you But don't give up, because the music do Music do

Because the music doAnd then it is reachingInside you forever preachingF**k you too

Your screams will whisperHang on youTwisted TransistorHey you, hey you, finally you get itThe world it can eat you if you let itAnd as your tears fall onYour dress, your dress

But when she's coming throughYou're in a messA lonely life, where no one understands youBut don't give up, because the music doMusic do

Because the music doAnd then it is reachingInside you forever preachingF**k you tooYour screams will whisperHang on youTwisted TransistorMusic do

Hey you, hey you, this won't hurt a bitThis won't hurt a bit, this won't hurtSays who? Says who?

I'm not the timeless bitchI'm not the timeless bitch, I'm not the time!Just let me be

Between you and them things
Because the music do
And then it is reaching Inside you forever preaching
F**k you too
Your screams will whisperHang on youTwisted Transistor

Lament for my Head

2005-12-14T02:26:00.000-08:00

Morbid thoughts arouse and query
Manipulate me, negotiate me

But into what? oh its a scam, i wont be taken over this easily

I'll cleanse my soul id really like that
Id love to recapture my baby dreams

oh how..... how were they? they mus've been pure but i know they'd scare me

Frito Bandito

2005-12-13T03:29:00.000-08:00

Frito Bandito

Aye, yii, yii, yiiii,I am dee Frito Bandito.

I love Frito's Corn Chips,

I love dem I do.I love Frito's Corn Chips,

I take dem from you.

(Especially for you.) Alt. verse used in later ads
Aye, yii, yii, yiiii,Oh,

I am the Frito Bandito.

Give me Frito Corn chips

And I'll be your friend.

The Frito Bandito

You must not offend.
Aye, yii, yii, yiiii,I like to eat FritosI like to I do.

If you have some Fritos,I'll eat them for you!