Random Ramblings

Oh lord have mercy, oh lord have mercy on me
Where many had never gone before
This is not a good place for you to be
Steak and kidney the Professor needs me
What harm the fire is so warm and cosy

Vibration...hammer me into the ground
See them studying your technique like demented sex geeks
Current and batteries ding dang dong ...aagghhhhhhhh
Since the box is closed, why not spaghetti?
We have it boys whipped cream through satandard vents of passion
An italian beauty in the kitchen and a ballet dancer on lamp lit tables
The upright bass and the tinkling piano and the ooh lah loo
This is real ,just a robot chicken when the shoot was good
You inside me , me inside you stuck together this passion glue.

The pressure is on to pug the leak
For months the inner spirit has threatened to explode
Its a comin folks the dread is near
Put away your hate, put away your fear
The horror that for millenium nay would speak
Is about to make you him her me weep.
Gotta to go , its all about to blow.
Hold inside your love , and let death flow.

This callous and perfunctory attitude
This savage tempo of fighting
Not always feel inclined to let the killing stop
Strung up the SS by his wrists and clubbed him to death
He was in charge of killer kids
Couldnt lt that be unanswered
We are prepared to lose ten milion lives
They were not perceived as human beings
Machine gun fire in the sea bouncing off bodies
I could see his chest rise and fall
Didnt want to take him any distance
Took out the forty five.
no japs left alive.

reply to post by Dr Conspire


In the gathering
madness, I think
of your body and
that necklace you
always wore.
I remember you
that Autumn we
drove down to
Mazatlan and drew
hearts, in the sand,
on the beach and
listened to the
mariachis sing of
passion and pain.

It was so long
ago, but I still
think of you.

The waiting room lasts forever ...feels like my Lord is gone
Didnt know this incarnation would be such a long dream
Images of purgatorty are burying my heart
Gotta see it out, cause suicide returns us to the start.

reply to post by Dr Conspire


Mighty powerful images there Dr. C.

Tough act to follow but I'll try, when and if the muse strikes tonite.

reply to post by whaaa


Here comes the Muse, and she ain't happy...

This is an
empty age,
singing the songs
of sick cities,
sick children,
sick minds
humming a
dischord of a
dieing epoch.
Listen...
is that the wind
in the willows?
Or Satan's breathing?

We have smeared
our mother
with greasy filth.
And no longer is
there any clean
water to wash
her.

The evil one's
know. Soon the
ritual of blood and
pain,
will begin in the
grove where
the owl God
Reigns.









[edit on 7-6-2010 by whaaa]

reply to post by whaaa


Oh Moloch,
thank you for
kindness past,
speed passion
of my phantom
body demands.

Your history
is settled now,
your greasy
kiss
falls upon
the beach where
lovers once
played
and sang
about a
bright
future.

Begin now
your year of
carnage and
grief.

Reach out
and kill the
fishermans
dream.

Touch our
hearts,
listen for
the
scream.






[edit on 14-6-2010 by whaaa]

Scream from deep inside
Scream with all your might...and you might
Will it away
Make it go by the wayside
But there it is...
Suicide

Rhyming words and playing with words
Rapping words...wrapping words around a topic
It's good to get one's words worth
Say a few syllables
Something filthy...hillbilly
Or by rich theologians
Perhaps Trojans...maybe a French Tickler
I can do that you know...I'm Protestant
Save your protests and privilege
For your own personal Jesus
Don't tease us with your nonsense
There's consequences
And truth...a gift of youth

I did find
censor's on
Rip roar
megalithic
I want it higher
i want it better
The way I want to use it
can't play for today
It's random
decay
Go away
five-eighteen
Awake
leaning guitar
Basic
the hour
Alone
the dream
Tomorrow

All these things are killing me
Breaking me some more
Careless and uncaring
Death, destruction, despair
Everywhere is the same
Fool and freak parade
Gruesome awareness of reality
Hardly wanting to live
Isolated from everyone
Jealous of the simpletons
Keep it up world
Lead me to the leap
Mother might ger her wish
Nothing ever lasts forever
Oh the humor in it all
Poor me, oh pour me another
Quit messing with my head
Rid me of the anxiety
Save me from the life I made
Teach me how to live again
Unless I should disappear
Vagabond destiny
Will Your will to be done
XYZ, everything ends
You decide when
Zero hour

I like bleeding
Reminds me that I'm human
Still alive
My blood is red
Like everyone else

I like pain
Also reminds me I'm alive
Wouldn't know pleasure
Without it
Can't live without it

its unreasonable to imply we all sit back and comply,
when every version of doom we're foretold is now nigh,
the flags fly high in these chemical filled skies,
while the times all entwine woven threads asking why?

the land is bloody the people warn our economies torn,
descendants of cartels mock & scorn the forlorn,
for the lives that we mourn most of them are still unborn,
to a world lead by puppet folk chained up like slaves
by invisible hands, dirty, from a freshly dug grave

See Guy Fawkes?
Die government die!
Dead: Guy fawkes.

See Oscar Wilde?
Gay Oscar Wilde!
Dead: Oscar wilde.

See Elvis Presley?
uhthankya very much!
Dead? Not likely.
~~~~~~
Extra terrestrial being?
What? Who? Me!?
Shh… don’t tell.

Above top secret?
Denial IS ignorance!
ATS paradox revealed.
~~~~~~
Broken nonsense words,
Surely mean something?
No, they do not.
~~~~~~

This one will make me feel happy
Then there's ones that make me sad
I'm concerned about the ones that make me feel nothing at all...

I'm so tired of it all
I'm always up and down
Never even...I don't understand people that are always the same

Life is a game
And it's beating me
Beating me to within an inch of my life...not that it's worth much

reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy



Yes, the Beats
the new Beats
the Beat Generation
still lives
Now it's the time
to reecho the words
of Ginsburg, Corso
Ferlinghetti, Snyder
all the Excitable Boys!

Originally posted by whaaa
reply to post by The Motorcycle Boy

 

Yes, the Beats
the new Beats
the Beat Generation
still lives
Now it's the time
to reecho the words
of Ginsburg, Corso
Ferlinghetti, Snyder
all the Excitable Boys!

I wish I could understand the lingo but to me its all noise
grown up children playing bingo smashing pots like they're toys

and I can't help but feel that all this keepin it real
kept me so lost I couldn't meet eyes to kneel
so I buckled under the strain of trying to make a name
without any dollars its all the same had the time but nothing to blame

so I sink one for bill hicks for carlin & the new kids
not the ones on the block but for rumi's fine chops
one for edgar lennon & joni,
van, & zappa but not the phonies

because deep down we're all lonely
but we're all the same and that's called I-ROH-KNEE

Peace 2 ur moythas
-Bob

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Eileen

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Irene