ute settled nere the Yakka
drinking my Plonk
got me lid on
shading the eyes

Sometimes mates
U just gotta stretch
no fog...no rain..
outta my flat

Plonk..

got me weed brother
hope the rangers
dont sweep me in
I sleep in my
cabin on the box
behind
cool at nights
had me a combi
but a little traffic
ding
nabbed me the
fresh roll

Spark.

Luminescence leaked
from the cracks in my soul
like petals on the brink of Winter.

A state that given enough time
without hope of a glimmer,
would find even stoics chasing teardrops
down unbathed skin
to see them crash into pavement.
A thousand shattered hopes.

I watch days turn to weeks turn to months as
I sink further into bed,
I drown.

Paralysed on blood-stained sheets.

My configurations, maladapted.

I am free to be me cause that's all I can be.
You Live your life each day that goes by.
Never a thought about when you will die.
You think about going to this place and that.
You haven't a clue of whats coming next.

As life goes on and you start to think
where do you go when your life is through.

A wind that night had brought a friend
And with him he had fluttered by
A sheet of white a crystal snow
And dropped it all beneath the sky

By shield of night is how he came
And dropped each flurry flake by flake
Who dared not make a rustle sound
For fear the village would awake

But wind was blind to what i knew
That while he worked his stealthy thing
That was awake and watching, too
And by daybreak told them everything

I bet he wondered how it was
That all the men had known his ties
To all the snow was midnight dropped
Below the sparkled, deep black skies

And sure! i like the wind 'till now
(He'd help me run my way to school)
But thought his slyness was so young
And thought him since as just a fool...

Evil Minds That Plug Destruction
Who sets the standard ?
Satan
Who is the prince of the power of the air ?
The devil
Actions in which humans rebel against God
Miss their true purpose for their lives
Surrendering to the prince of the air more then God
Cause all their deeds were evil
Ozzy Osbourne stand of this with Black Sabbath
Many heads today are going to have to take a long bath
They bitch, pout & scream
Living in their darkened world of mean

In my own eyes
I cannot see myself again.
Every vision looms but a
coy and treacherous image of she,
born bright by the spirited moon
mad with beauty of the noon
and drunk with a wildness
many a menfolk are forced to knee.

Tranced in her melancholic abyss,
the sure peril of loss
amid the howling thunders
the echoes,
and the deafening silence
I can no longer hear myself.

The soul of my time and space;
of my sense of place and thought
are all but misplaced
into a meaningless naught

I am just a spec on society
There is something in me
that no one can see.

We look at are world
many worlds wrapped up in one.
We never see all the worlds,
cause we are second to none.

See, there is the human world
then animals, the bugs.
Little things so hard to see.

Dark Revolution

I read a sonnet, found it interesting,
The form is best used for proclaiming love
but this held naught about the joys of spring
or of that fondness fitting like a glove.
Instead it dwelt on questions beyond ken,
eternal strife does not begin or end.
As women stand one side, the other men,
can from such mire a victory ascend?

There is a love that asks for no return,
a giving thing that seeks another's good.
But as the giver's heart is left to yearn
the sacrifice is oft' misunderstood.