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The reason has failed
once again
Brains refuse to work it out
for the inflicting pain
This is the state that
needs to stay
As the head needs to
rest finally anyway

The leaf song

As I get higher
life turns clearer
Blue thoughts inside my head wander
and strange funny faces I see
across my beloved wisdom street
All I try, is to be free
All I want, is to be free
of all the failures and glories

It makes peace smile on my face
no confusions, clarity or daze
Now I walk on the sacred path
its this feeling I want it to last
creating a planet for us the high ones
All I try, is to be free
All I want, is to be free
of all the failures and glories

Not crazy in the head
as she pulls me back into the bed
pleasure blinds her
I know where this leads me
its going to be another of my favorite tree
and now I shall be
turning myself free
and to all the hicks and glories
I'll be free

S

Steep
is the cloud I wish to climb
Stuck
the creation at the last word
Sleep
it abandons at night
Silence
broken by a mere crept
Solace
shattered by your presence
Sequence
at disarray when at randomly shaped
Stray
when strongly on the leash

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Sex in the subway
And love in the streets sway
Sweet smell lingers in your hair
as death of small things stare
this chaos puts my mind to ease
this existence coming to a sudden cease
the fall comes in too late
when destiny strips apart the fate

SCRIBBLINGS BY A FRIEND OF zEuS!!

Its not what you want
its not even what you do,
its something in the dark premises of your isolated room.
What we saw as are sins
is all thats left in my doom,
it gives the pilgrim hope for a better COCOON.
Apple of discord is what they knew me as
but I live in Maison de Sante,
and I killed the fatted calf as a gesture of CONFISCATION.
I am in love with Lamia and a jump in the Avernus,
might take me to the world of HYPNOS.
Eros can live but I dont adore Him much,
'coz He just can't take me
to the left side of the CHURCH!!

Promethean

Splitting a bottle of some unknown wine
with a naked worm
in the middle of day

I rejoice
The bed is narrow
I long for squalor’s relaxation
fantasizing a dirty scene
& mopping the sheets with
an even more dirty rag
Tension in here
Mayday! Mayday!
The books look arranged
& of too many sizes and scales

Somewhere a step
A burglar has found & forgone us
Neighborhood is drunk
My woman desires me

Nothing happens
not even the obvious
but oblivion
Life can be too clean

Success like a screeching of brakes
pollutes the tunnel of my Silence
Thank you
even the dirt seemed a gift,
a continuity underlying
the breaking of leases...

Through Ghosts

I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone

On the streets outside my window
There’s this naked truth too
Leaning against my destiny so screwed
Then walking straight into the speeding bus
Just to find out how things work
Creating now a space for my madness

I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone

Entered in and alls well
In the striking river as I float
Sitting inside the wooden box
Going down in a series of lot
Around my neck with Om, Allah and the cross
Swift at times as the sparkle of a glancing star

Now taking the weeds and likeness of a swain
That to the service of this moment belongs
So who goes there with his ghost song?

I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone
I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone
I was following myself
When I found my shadow so alone