Thursday 4 March 2010

I laid a Brick

I opened up a wooden house
that the wolves could not blow
it too had straw to spare
and it was strewn on the earthen ground
where I also slept and ate
life had some simplicities

I learned how to make bricks
thus the mundane world was lost
and the age, the morn became
a construct of a new
it teemed
gave
glow

I laid a brick
the house was changed
not so much to not remain

a cocoon of stone
from whence
came a grown

I opened a website


I opened a website on Revolutionary Girl Utena on webs.com (formerly known as freewebs.com - I had a website there in 2003 but deleted it but then they made it US/Canada only so I couldn't use it. Now they launched it for the world again. THANK ALLAH ALMIGHTY)

It's called:


LOVE THE TEMPLATE!!!! MASHALLAH!!!! It goes with my topic! Might open another site.

Fountain Me

Rich caravans all emptiness forgave
shires and spires in endless catch
the heathen tongue ate a virtue=fruit
virginal alignment tips off complacently
decadent in a pity-empathy lust of all given verse
tired-trying in a caught synthesis

life's enigmas all cloud on a fountain borne
machine skeleton copulates with organic skeleton
a spirit unearthed in drawers

An Exchange

My product is not me
hence I am a medieval, ancient being
you can claw away surfaces
yet you will find no blood
that can melt your anxieties
blood is never endless

there was a door somewhere
it may have led nowhere
funny how you lost the key
funny how you never had a key
disappointingly

yet,
I do blame things
like you
or things and creatures
like myself
when the sore serpent plays a fluent
a fang does pierce the air



Spirituality Between

Somewhere between hope
a resurrection proceeds
my altar is forged

This Innocence

is not immortal
never perfect
wasn't meant to be
either
for that is
human estimates

yet they played a prank
hurt me
behind me
in front
daggers are so omnipresent

they think I'm retarded
and dumb
and talkative
and dumb
and childish
and dumb
and dumb
and dumb

they whisper and point
from a throne of free rights and humanity
of perfection
of chastities
of knowledge
of feelings
of all that is holy

they know me so well
they think I shouldn't be here
for I'm dumb
that's a fact
I'm dumb
that's treason
I'm dumb
that's a good logical reason
I'm dumb
they ordained it
that's law
so I must be encaged
fed some kicks and jeers
for
I'm dumb

it makes perfect sense
it's so innocent

I'm dumb
I'm dumb
I'm dumb

On some ideals

No world to choose in a lovers' paradise
they made some laws
they could not walk

they balanced themselves in a naive limb
toes cracked under pressure
breaths became tentacles
squeezing eyes and other arteries
putting life aside
in a box for Pandora to open one day

for some daydreams replace some valuable things
you get caught in some blind strings
your fall
is an armageddon of a universe