Stew-ie

adieu, adieu
you bid me adieu
when you found out tonight
i'll be cooking stew.

Invisible.

I see you
under the moon
across the ocean
below the sea

drowned by moonlight
touched by star bright
kissed by fright

I see you
over the moon
around the ocean and
above the sea

I see
that you don't see me
at all.

Peekaboo I See You

Yes, I really do.

even so, she is not dumb

Thursday, May 4, 2006

you know it's cloudy within

when it is hard to breathe

i know it's time to prim
when i see me writhe
i know it's a beginning

when i marvel at the sun
you know it will soon end

if not where is the fun

or so i thought

Wisdom

"I'm an elitist scum. Welcome me to your hearts. Sorry, no time for hooligans. Readers and artists, they are my kind, but you ladies keep fucking the conservatives. You tell me about how oppressed you are by the awful men of this planet, and then you go for the lawyers, accountants, and business executives who hold you down. You date the bull neck, bulging vein, burr cut, water-head fuckin' idiots. They have two inch, piggly-wiggly dicks, probably can't even put it in you one time before they cum ... And then years later, you appear on Donahue, saying I wish my husband would eat me more, make love to me better. Eerrrrggghhhh, wrong. Sorry, honey. You had the artist who was willing to lick your butthole, you chose the guy with the bigger bank account. Fuck off! Get in the tub and reacquaint yourself with the spigot, there is your love. You let the poets jack off in the woods, in a circle. This is your penance."

- Bill Fucking Hicks.

I Swear To Tell The Truth, Nothing But The Truth

Do you realize that, we actually do not know anything for sure. Nothing in this world is for sure. They are all assumptions, or things that you choose to believe in. But it doesn't make them the truth. They are only true to you.

How do you know if someone is telling the truth? Why do you have doubts? How do you push them aside?

I have a friend who once said, that I would even trust a rapist. Because, I am too trusting. Was, still, now I'm not sure.

I can't think of a reason why someone would lie. I grew up reading fairy tales and Enid Blytons. In fairy tales, your nose will get super long when you lie, and in Enid Blytons, the witch of the west wind will mess up your face if you even make a face behind someone's back. To lie? Something bad will surely happen. Scary?

How do you know if someone is telling the truth? You'll never know.

Are we morons to believe in their lies? I don't know. You tell me.

Not that I've never lied.

Were they stupid to believe in my lies? I don't know. You tell me.

Bluish Blue

When there's no right or wrong
in singing our song
when it gets too cold
for each of us to hold
when humility cease to exist
amidst.