pleasant lyrics

"If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain." Herbalist Carol McGrath as told to her by a Native-American woman.

Sunday, June 5, 2011


detrimental, to bring harm and sadness and an unlimited way of stopping all smiles. the only thing that kept it going and the only thing that stopped it from working. when anything could have been possible and the fact that the possibility was lost. at a loss for words, this cliche makes me sick, but appropriate in that it so is - i don't care. there isn't much to care for now, be that an exaggeration but see if i mind. i don't. so tell me again without speaking, tell me again without looks at me. tell me again without even being here. tell me everything with only your smile. don't let me see it, but keep it public and encompassing. if ever there was cause for concern i found it, but so couldn't believe. i wanted. honestly, this turned out to be.

this is the way i wanted it, and you best believe it. second page now, not even. it's a new book, novel, lies for chapters - can i even find truth in the glossary. let's see how this looks without chapters. if i take out every page and we see only a cover. looks good from the outside doesn't it. don't answer. look. calm and relatively happy, yes? okay, not happy but without discrepancy. if ever you knew how much non-discrepancy pained, i'm sure you wouldn't react. trust me, i'm sure and don't believe i'm wrong. it was wrong. even though i knew right, washed and cleaned put back in the sink for someone else to clean. unfair. unfair. not fair that i knew of the wavering light. the fragile link that connected. the type that born, i hadn't seen before. something unique that proved some freaking frail and pathetic. it's no wonder expiry came within a few breaths. a few salty pellets and unnatural liquids of wholesome discontent and ultimate Sade.

what now when we only see halo. what now when all anyone knows is nothing of all that was. how do we decipher where we came to rest. why did we rest and are we resting. resting implies waking, and one would assume from waking that it would be fresh. it being whatever it would be. that's half of the problem though isn't it. what are we resting from and waking to. funny, neither understand. and i can't make out any of this vocabulary, but there's something here. and it's more than i thought.

Thursday, June 2, 2011


so, it was goodbye with words
where, who called this forth
when did any of it become
it was when i knew, wasn't it?

funny, because ignorance proved totally not bliss
more than this kiss

loathing is strong
but so is vodka and that helps
so to loathe is to love
but do not mistake this love as i did
mistaken love is a mistake
costly and glossy, it's shiny like brass
the biggest kick up the ass you'll know
i know

finished with everything
not wanting anymore
suffice to say it's complete
nothing more than that
all but nothing
everything is nothing
it seems like anything could be better than this nothing

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what's this nothing nonsense
i've everything and more than this
more than what i thought was the most
even then, the most can further and beyond
more than anything everyone expected
everything is ready to everyone's
and everyone is going to feel everything i've got to give