Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A Slow Burning Night

Wind blows smooth
Faces in awe
Just like droplets
Of mud water
On a shattered screen
Of a ruined car
Rain
Wiped out

The harmonica sounds good
A hundred miles an hour
A cheap hotel
Real bad service
But the waitress
She looks so good
Smile
Bills paid

A confident loner
He weighs in excess
Feet smell so bad
Socks are clean
I want to feel heaven
I want it now
Home
Far away

Magical eyes
Sleight of hand
Gloves are torn
Remarkably well
Just the silence
Shapes around
Circle
Calculations Postponed

Catapult dreams
Like a wave
A force of nature
Not much to say
Bring in these thoughts
Like a formal gift
Photograph
Memory Ruined

Reincarnate me
A fairy's tale
Lost my steam
A sense of belief
Linger in currents
Push me out
Sand
Bury me in

Now, a six mile ride
Bicycle seat
It hurts so bad
The chains feel free
I would be there
If only i could
Ocean
Pacify me

Me and you
On a hill
Biscuits and tea
Snakes and tents
Climb back down
Not much to feel
Love
Please speak



Friday, October 15, 2010

Seasons

Summer tan comes crawling off

Her lotus skin which peels

Seems like they are burning

Every heart beat that feels


Winter black freezes slowly

Her dark passion which cries

Seems like it takes a message

To make everything all right


Autumn rains make heavens wreak

Of suicide that never wanted to be

Now lingering is the faint smell

Of turbulence and disease


Fall falls like the dead that it is

Pretending to be the face

Of the beauty so misinterpreted

Like ambience and vanity




Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Black Low Fat Blues

Johnny was only 16
He worked down at that burglary store
He sold them boys at gun point
Things like gummy bears and smack

One day the sheriff made a raid
Sacked down an underground cellar
He be down there pulling his scams and what not
They found a dead horse, a half finger and a creepy soft toy

His mama, she was a sweet old gal
Made the best pancakes on the block
She was like Mother Teresa but just the Teresa part
Thats right, her name was Teresa and she was a nun

The sheriff, he had lost his partner
Johnny had perfected the crime
He was out to seek some blood
When he was suspended for bieng a drunk

He vowed for vengeance anyhow
Threw his badge and polished his gun
Revved up his 1972 Ford Gran Torino
When an engine rumbled and he was out on the road

The county relected the man
For what was the best crime to be resolved
He married the wrong woman, and set off to travel
Where his lost his leg and all of his new earned dough

Rhombus was his name
He was sort of a squarist
He liked to live all alone
He wrote suicide notes for them who wished to leave

He never had made love ever
He wished to do so before he died
He grew them plants and had lots of pets
All of them were just fake and made out of plastic

He liked to paint and draw
And he did it pretty well too
But only things no one would understand
He wrote his final note on a bright sunny day

Sandy was a pretty lady
She worked the night shift on the street
Sometimes she would come during the day
Yea she made a good deal of bad money

She had a heart of gold with a silver lining
She was kind, sweet, gentle and full of smile
She loved coffee, but just the Black Low Fat
She could never ever find it anywhere

She had no one left to love
Her boyfriend was in jail
Johnny was his name
And her brother screamed as he went to hell


Monday, September 27, 2010

Motor City Blues

Chocolate fudge in an antique shop
Changing colours, just like the fall
Battery plant and Amy's smile
She said she is sorry for i am leaving now

Diamond ring, straight down the sink
Her hair blows wild in the savage wind
She loves her kid, she calls him Sage
She'd like to hang out, if she could free her cage

Sister love, some garage tools
Playing Euchre on a pizza stool
The grill is done, the smoking wood
The radio's on, CCR and The Who

Motor City, where is my drive
College town, i wanna get done by five
Grizzly bear, a plate of Polenta
I am back home, could you please open the door

The job is done, just on time
Load the stacker, load the line
Sing one last song, before you close
Play many songs, before i doze

Peace and quiet is all we want
Injection molds, close in and out
Sing a song, sing it loud
It don't matter who and it don't matter what

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Puff Cake And Moth Ball Saliva Stew

He be worse than a rattlesnake
He a snake that rat you out
She a stone fox moonlight drive
She a puff cake merry go round

He a dark room spook light rain
He a motorcycle hurricane
She a sweet cheek dessert plate
She a late night movie date

Gotta give it to them
To see
How long does it take
To be
To be
To be together
Lost Forever

He a slam dunk four point shoot
He a moth ball saliva stew
She a yellow custard fruit and pie
She a bubble wrapper disco light

He a black bird wingless flight
He a belong to nobody's tribe
She a pancake on a maple leaf
She a butterfly on a rolling wheel

Gotta give it to them
To see
How long does it take
To be
To be
To be together
Lost forever

He a torn eye crooked grin
He a spot face holes within
She a dream smile cowbell ring
She a flute tone melodic string

He a sun burst bleach of hair
He a grease ball key to spare
She a honey baked cookie dove
She a long lost mountain of love

Gotta give it to them
To see
How long does it take
To be
To be
To be together
Lost forever

He a smoke rage whiskers creep
He a death wish dug too deep
She a vapor smooth drama steam
She a pudding on a candy cream

He a fire breathing oily sack
He a wall scrape crawling nail attack
She a blue ripple in a pool of sand
She a purple moon in a tale of this land

Gotta give it to them
To see
How long does it take
To be
To be
To be together
Lost forever


Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Footprint

Looking down the hill

Wild cherries with a footprint

Lonely as a window sill

Burning smoke and a flavor mint


Swing sky high into the song

The rope that holds you tight

The birds have taken rather long

To kill the angels with all their might


Descend slowly back into the joke

The ropes that you are freed from

The birds hold the gun as he spoke

Speechless as he lets go of the gun


Looking up into space

Melting stars with no name

Starving to win the race

The footprints are to blame

Monday, August 09, 2010

Easy

She takes your throne

You are ignorable

She eats the cake

The candles don’t matter


She is in love with you

That’s what she says

You are not deaf

But you are you


Turn around

To the sound

It is easy to forget

That you’re dying

You’re dying


I was here

I was there

Took control

But lost it all


Made through the day

In a pretentious way

Now I am here

Knowing myself


Turn around

To the sound

It is easy to forget

That you’re dying

You’re dying


Ohh

Getting lost seems so easy

Easy

Ohh

Breaking knots isn’t my way

Not my way

Ohh

Soon you will relax on a bed so cold

Thorns of pain

Ohh

I am here and far way

Far away

Sunday, August 01, 2010

A Love Called Seattle

A song would be genuine
To show my love
But these "goosegumps" (TM)
Say it all

I could'nt find the right food
Damn those Sesame seeds
I could'nt find the directions
To where i wanted to go

Build a Truck Engine
Watch a TOOL show
Meet some girls
With Seattle glow

Meet your sister
Walk through the trees
Steaming hot soup
At the top of a hill

Mountains and Ales
Guitars and screams
Manufacturing Air Planes
Rain and sun

Grunge turns me on
She was your creation
She lives here
She lives foerver

Fish market
Alki beach
The weather's good
You look so good

I just walked all over you
Thinking you are my long lost friend
You said you were, and it was cool with you
And that i am welcome anytime and hopefully soon



Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Could

Dead fly in the jacuzzi
Burnt twigs and some leaves
Oh, i don't want to leave
Right now

Blink in my eye
Marble balls and some white
Oh, i don't want to see
Right now

I could be walking over sand
And still feel the snow
I could be sleeping in her walks
And still feel the dream

Heads in your nooze
Scream out a bruise
Oh, i don't want to
Hang on

Taste in your buds
Spill blood on the mud
Oh, i don't want to
Ever play

I could be dancing with a wolf
And still hear the lake
I could be howling at a lotus
And still hear her sing

I should be
I would be
I could be
Doing any of these things



Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Inch

A quarter inch of sunshine
Flung into the ocean
A tiny drop of water
Flung into the sky
A huge sheet of cloud
Flung into the rain
A loud splash of water
Flung into the mud
A damp piece of earth
Flung into my shoe
A bitter part of my soul
Flung into your sight
A pretty marble of your eye
Flung into mine
A whole lot of us
Rode into the sun

Fried lillies in a hurricane soup
Getting lost in an irreversible loop
Inch by inch, deep and deeper
Ray by Ray, closer and closer

Friday, May 07, 2010

Rabbit In A Magician's Role

Spring and cloudy stars
Dark ale full in jars
Loud music from futuristic cars
Dreams full of water bubbles on Mars

Purple moonshine rain on trees
Spicy red beans and grated green cheese
Soft music from the windshook leaves
Dreams full of big black rocks in seas

Icy stones carved on a wall
Fiery yellow light strikes in from a hall
Groovy bass from a cello tall
Dreams full of a multicolored pool ball

Thick grey smoke blows in through a hole
Carrots never made it to a salad bowl
Dark music from a lifeless soul
Dreams full of a rabbit in a magician's role

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Negative Lice

Upside Down
Wheels in slow motion
Piggy town
Spiral sensation

Pouring bees
Stinging rain, it stays
Leafless trees
Bully crane awaits

She called me on the phone
The phone stops to ring
His aunt made her an ice cream cone
Outside, selling a wing

Melting ice
Tan machines, they spin
Negative lice
Managing lean, minds swing

Wingless bird
Daytripping soul unfolds
Flesh and mustard
On a plate with bone, so cold

She spoke to me so quietly
The wire starts to burn
His aunt was tripping soulfully
Inside , waiting for his turn


She called me on the phone
The phone stops to ring


His aunt was tripping soulfully
Inside , waiting for his turn


Cloudy sky
Bear shaped ballons in gloom
Vapor high
Out of the cocoon

Dreamy Eyes
Fly at me, they sing
Cuts the wire
Eats the cream with sin

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Grunge

Mother loves her bone more than me
She screams at her bush quiet regularly
Sound for the gardens, honey and jam for me

She goes to the temple just to feed the dogs
She feeds them stone, while a pilot comes crashing in
He is in chains, next to Alice who is malfunctioned

In a river so green we swim
Another mad season to play with
And Foo, he loves to fight with me
As i lie sound stuck by a screaming tree

She collectively gathers my soul
With pieces of pearl in mud
Alice and her pilot are now in the river
Seven years in and i am still a bitch for you

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Sides

Sleep next to shoes
The pillow's got ash stains
A dirty blanket with holes
Enough to see through

Got hamburger pieces
Scattered on my carpet
Breathing life , more than me
Exhaling whisky fumes

Called the maid up for a sweeping
She had to pick up her kid
She don't work on Sunday's
I sleep through the week

He is a fourteen year old kid yeah
Plays football like every other
Looks up to his mother
His daddy is in jail

He stole them fire hydrants
Said he could make some bucks
Bring flowers for his girlfriend
His girl, his girl on the other side

She works the day shift
In the mall selling perfumes
She wears them bangles and earrings
But never touches soda

She envies the wife
who also works the night shift
At the mansion where she services
The Man, her Man on the other side

The Man, he owns the mall
Hates his wife, loves his kids
Brings bagels for the perfume girl
His girl, his girl on the other side

She skiies with the wife's kid
After the movies
She talks about scents
And he steals her cents

Everyday, a phone call
To his daddy from a pay phone
His mother don't know that
She is busy with the Man

The Man, a Harvard graduate
Got good grades, drives a sports car
Bought some land, built a mall
That belonged to his wife

Now she takes the hate silently
As she slips off every night
For a visit to the jailhouse
To meet her boy, her boy on the other side

She offers him his love
He offers her his lies
She takes the lies, He rejects her love
This story has no more sides

She returns home to see
Her house in flames
Fire, burns, and ruins
but no fire hydrants

The kids are back from the ski trip
With the girl left a bleeding
The Man, now refusing to see her
As this too lost a side

The maid now losing a client
Moves out of the town with her kid
With her husband's photograh on him
As they steer off to a different side

Me, I woke up hazily
One by one, picked up the pieces
Sorted it out and drew it out
A story with no more sides

Alt Ending: A story with many sides

A River In The Sky

She came into town just the other day
She came a whole month late

She and another man
She found him in the storm

Look how old her face was
The scars she bore were new

All these letters that she wrote to you
The pencil's broken blue

Look how all the stars
They sprung up from the earth
A river in the sky

A tree he plants on the west side
A hole he digs in the south

In the north he builds a tower
In the east he leaves his dreams

In the center he creates his love
A moonshine in the sun

In the back of his mind he shivers
An icy chance of hope

Look how all the stars
They sprung up from the earth
A river in the sky

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Hit The Road (*)

Moved On
Back to belong
Dirty Laundry
Better than clean
Just a thought away from you
When you walked into the room

Blanket's wet
Bed is clear
Wallet Search
Gifts are thrown
Just a fight away from you
When you walked out of the room

No return
Empty chair
Air is dry
Smoke is in my lung
Just a song away from you
when you started to sing

Waving hands
Leave in faith
Chase no more
Trembling feet
Just a footstep away from you
When I was said Goodbye

Close the door
Bolt and lock
Airily
Roll and roll
Just a smile away from me
When you came back for the kill

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

LA to Bombay ( A Mid Summer's Dream )

Water trickling slowly down the screen
Pellets of moonshine beaming through its gleam
I could only see into the night it seemed
Black and gray and blue and green
She takes her coat off and flings it on the side
Tightly she pulls the belt, sets in for the ride
Once I'd seen the colours my eyes opened up wide
She was going home, she joyfully smiled

Soft piano strung keys into my brain
My frame of thought could not be cut off by another train
I could only see into the night, my past it felt slain
I gave in to the moment like the trickling water felt the rain
Wheels rolled on slow, dragging a whirlpool of soul
Endorsing a love affair with the sky, penetrating its hole
Plunging right into the clouds, time had hit the pole
She wore her coat on and asked "Aren't you going home?"

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Imagine

I got my water, soda bottle
And a box of pills
She got her sketch book, colour pencils
And some coffee bills
I took the long way
But i reached on time
She never came
On her way she died

Played in the sand
And we made some castles too
Watched the sun set
And some silly movies too
We fell asleep
But i woke up good
She never did
In my dreams she died

I got my Tee Shirt, skateboard
And my canvas shoes
She got her hippie talk, poetry
And some travelling blues
We sang aloud
And i was on time
She changed colours
And just like that she died

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Happy Decadence

Piece by piece
I fill the void
The wholeness, of which I fear

Knife by knife
I carve on the wall
The bricks, with which I built it

Sip by sip
I take the gulp
The ocean in which I drown in

Is there any more filth
That my greed can be with
Is there any pure dimension
That this brain can be in

Word by word
I fill this page
The joke of which I cry about

Hate by hate
I spread the words
The anger of which I joke about

Fear by fear
I frantically move
The feeling of which I rejoice about

Is there any more life
That my soul can be with
Is there any impure dimension
That this brain cannot be in

Step by step
I climb the ladder
The fall of which i rely upon

Song by song
I catch the tune
The rhythm of which I offbeat about

Day by day
I waste the week
The month of which I procrastinate

Are there any more years
Left to be calculated
Are there any more decades
Left to be manipulated

Happy Decadence '10

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Strawberry Girl

Isn't she the sweetest girl you've ever met
Yeah i fell in love right after she said "Hey"
Banged my head just like you do in a movie set
She took a cigarette and then she said "Goodbye"

Ohhh I wanna see you once more
So i could tell you who i really am
But more than anything, i really wanna know
Is that this ain't just another one night stand

She's got flowers for hair and marbles for eye balls
She's got feathers for hands and wings for soul
She's got tiny little ambitions and big monumental dreams
She's got everything, but what is really "everything"?

Ohhh i wanna take you around the world
So we could find out who we really are
But more than anywhere, i really wanna take a ride
Is where, this wouldn't be just another one night stand

Isn't she the most sweetest girl you've ever met?

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Needs

Human Beings are like animals
They need to be tamed
Politicians are like thieves
They need to be blamed
Peace pushers are always ignored
They need to be famed
I am like a wild beast
I need to be caged

Nature's so beautiful
It needs to be free
Amigos are like brothers
They need to run in three's
Flowers are so mighty
They need to be more like trees
I am like a prisoner
I need to find a way to flee

My confidence is so rusted
It needs to always shine
My direction is so overturned
It needs to be in line
My happiness is so boring
It needs to never whine
You are so real
You need to be mine

Friday, October 16, 2009

Settling Down

Are we settling down
I am your abused pawn
Are we moving slow
You shot me like i am a foe

You're my friend you say
Knives that we drew
At midnight we burnt out a new day
No, not much left of our crew

We ruled the universe together
And now its time to halt the train
Will bruise you dead forever
The bullet that hit my brain

Forever

Are we hiding inside
Tangled up in lies
Are we keeping the score
You enthrone what you adore

You're my master you say
Gun Man shows the way
At dusk, we burnt out another town
On the grave, place my crown

We ruled the universe together
And now its time to halt the train
Will bruise you dead forever
The bullet that hit my brain
We stare at the devil right in the eye
And i fell head first into the grave
You laugh hysterically at my fate
But you will always be a slave

I am settling down
Are you still in hiding
I am moving slow
Are you still keeping the score


--

Wrote this for a short film

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

A Girl Called Perseida

All along the watchtower
We waited silently
Waiting for her shower
And all her mysteries
Forget who you are
It's time to get high
There's a blazing fire warning
Advertised in the sky

She's trying to communicate
With what's left on this earth
Madness and confusion
is what we have become
Don't run in circles
Stay right where you are
She's a lava spitting dynamite
Her name is Perseida

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Of Daffodils and Unicorns

This girl i know, she likes just about anything
No, but she don't think she likes me
She wants to move away from where she belongs
In hope her life starts to get better
No, i ain't gonna try to stop her
Playin' around with nature just ain't my thing
I don't know how this song can sound so happy
When all i feel is sadness and grief beneath

Oh wont you turn around and stay right here
Where the daffodils bloom and the unicorns sleep
Oh wont you let me take you out on another drive
Where the roads are wide and never ending

This girl i knew, she once said she likes me
No, but later she said it was just a joke
She wanted money and things just like every other
In hope her life starts to get better
No, all i wanted was some real love
Things could wait and money just ain't my thing
I don't know how this song can sound so sad
When all i feel is joy and mirth beneath

Oh wont you turn around and walk away
where the sun cries and the moon quakes
Oh wont you let me shake your hands
Where the lifelines,they cease to exist

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Disconnected

Share the light with the butterflies
I draw circles on this wall
This wall, that closes in and out
As time draws mazes in my head
She sighs a dead tear on her cheek
I draw a smiling frown on mine

How we try to be who we are not
And yet we say we are nothing at all
How we wake up to find out we never really slept
And yet we dream all the time

Share the darkness with the ghosts
I draw walls around my door
My door, that is always closed
As mazes draw time lags in my head
She tries to strangle herself with wires
I draw knives to cut mine off

How we pretend to share all the time
And yet give nothing at all
How we try to stay connected
Though wires, walls and time

Friday, April 10, 2009

That Old Hag Down The Farm

On a green marshy farm
An old hag, she rants
About the surprise and alarm
Of the new war, the town cranks

Clearly as she remembers
When she was a little girl
Her daddy along with the other plumbers
Gave that broken shower knob, a twirl

Out sprinkled some drops
Many green coins flew
And soon all the crops
Were cut to nothing more than few

So the mayor, who recently was elected
Corrupt, but charming, a merchant of "change"
On the black marshy farms, a green mine he seated
Selling "hope" to them, whose minds were out of range

He went on expanding his new found glory
Earning popularity from the masses,a subtle way to cheat
"We can Change", "We can do it", oh what a story!
Using naivety, just like a butcher does his meat

Like midas of old, he went on to sell his soul
Along with pots of gold, a superpower he claimed he was
Soon the greed was invaded by those who were addicted to coal
Madness and riots were replaced by most of his flaws

And so the town, now just a flat piece of land
Dried up and forgotten and raised down to hell
All that remains is the old hag and a taste so bland
Who sips the water and spits it back, down that new wishing well

Clearly as she wishes
When she was a little girl
The masses and the classes
Had not given that broken shower knob, a twirl

Friday, April 03, 2009

Optimistic

In my dreams, i have seen
A wave of sunrays, gushing

In my dreams, i have seen
A pool of clouds, rippling

In my dreams, i have seen
A shadow of horizons, forming

In my dreams i have seen
A mirage of sand dunes, castling

In my dreams, i have seen
A mist of fogs, reappearing

In my dreams, i have seen
A flock of birds, orchastrating

In my dreams, i have seen
A shower of ice cream, raining

In my dreams, i have seen
A labyrinth of love, simplifying

In my dreams, i have seen
A landfill of black holes, shutting

In my dreams, i have seen
A race of ambitions, galloping

In my dreams, i have seen
A cluster of galaxies, uniting

In my dreams, i have seen
A freedom of souls, rising

In my nightmares, i have seen
Dreams of me, sleeping

Saturday, September 27, 2008

There There

Here, i feel so alone
Lost amidst closing in walls
Here, the lights dont shine no more
Gets dimmer every passing hour
Here, the war is on a break
Cold and silent like the night
Here, the ocean is a desert
Cactus and drought in every sense

Here, the dream is a ghost
Hoping to one day sleep to death
Here, the paradise is sleeping
Waking only to know it is still alive
Here, the landfill has risen
Replacing blood in all of the streams
Here, the virus will not heal
Infecting the mind to feel free

Here, i wanna get there



"I try so hard to forget us
Your memories just dont seem to fade
How i would beg for one more chance
Even i know i am far too late"

- Me, but i am sure its written before (not necessarily in that order)

Monday, August 04, 2008

The Saga Of My Driving License

DDGCGD

D

Got a Texas Driving License on a Tuesday

They draft the white trash here first by the way

Done four trips to the DMV, all my life

Came back home and i decided, i am done this time

Revved up my engine and i drove to downtown

Sat in my cubicle and i slammed it all down



GCGD

Now my manager, came along and he called me a slack

So i said, its all your fault and i gave him a whack

Put my feet, on the table and lit a cuban cigar

Stole his car keys and i disappeared into a bar

D ( 4X )

Solo on A and D

MP3s:

Pablo:


Pablo [Digitally Remastered] by Arjun:


Lazyeddy:



Ashtray on a Motorbike
:

Friday, June 27, 2008

If Looks Could Kill

The nurse turned around
And she looked at me
She said she aint got the remedy
To set me free
I said i dont need the pills
So let it be
I am a little blind but if you undress
Then maybe i can see

If looks could kill, then baby i am ogling at you
If you're in for the thrill, then i am runnin up the prison for you
Whew!

The teacher strokes her hair
While her clip falls down
Waves rushing out
Like a smile in a frown
I said keep smilin' baby
cause we're gettin out of this town
I will make you my queen
And you will wear a crown

If looks could kill, then baby i am ogling at you
If you're in for the thrill, then i am runnin up the prison for you
Whew!

Kickstart this love machine
Break these bars of steel
I am lying here, without your feel
And dont look at me, cause i wanna kill

Yeah i wanna kill!

Friday, June 20, 2008

Zilch

Listless Wait
Young girls screaming
Urethane skate
California dreaming

Bright Lights shine
Dull cricket game
Juvenile fights and whine
Its all the same

Ticking clocks
Traffic Jam
Dandruff socks
Expired ham

James Bond spoof
Add to the shopping cart
Stay under the roof
Learn this art

Get the job done
A shallow heart
A web well spun
Stab me with a dart

A lie here
A lie there
Everything to fear
Nothing to spare

Bulletproof your mind
Six barrel shotgun
i am not your kind
i am no one

Ear drums dry
Run to the hill
Its time to fly
Without a pill

All that we are, we are Zilch
All that we are, we are Zilch

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The pills dont work

2 kegs
Weak legs
Back hammered
Week shattered

Uninvited
Still late
Back Home
Keys are lost

Messed up
Drugged up
Internet tv
Snot 'n' Sniffy

Bedroom
Bathroom
Whatever you do
Stay out of my room

Look sick
Feel sick
Cheap flick
Masturbate it

No car
No house
No drive
Cant get a high five

Torn clothes
Dirt weather
Half friends
Dont change these trends

Head dull
Eyes red
Legs shake
For paranoia's sake

Fever thrill
Turmeric milk
Girlfriend's skin
Feels like silk

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Give me the Pills

Standstill shadows
Offbeat mirages
Locked up doors
Iron plated cages

Restless sleep
Unaccelerated drive
Wounds slit deep
Fingers less than five

Trusted Lies
Halted time
Malice rise
Organized crime

Plastic guns
Cant handle stress
Homeless bums
Light the gas

A baby's head
Oil for free
Father's dead
murder in first degree

Skinless feet
A cheating wife
Face the heat
A cosmetic life

A scandal today
Hall of Fame
A six dollar pay
Its all the same

We got the bombs
Sex with three
Give me the pills
I am not free


Wake from this daze
Where the horizon meets the sky
Sleep with this laze
Carried on from last night's high

Monday, January 28, 2008

The Wrong Edge Of A Diamond

Shadows
Cast Deep Inside
Fill up the restless void

Shivering while the tan creeps around
Bottled safe inside are my confusingly varying plans
Compromised by cold momentary reminders of my nonexistent past

Awake, she tried desperately to wake me from my disturbing sleep
Sleep, she still snoozes in peace on a violin’s dream
Dreams, an eddy of a sober hallucination

Circles in a lost diamond
Trick the shadows
Inside

Thursday, January 10, 2008

How very Iron Maiden.. I should have been their official songwriter

From the dark age of the icicles
The tyrant leads forward
Time decedes to hollow
The vulture takes on its prey
Darkness whispers a death
Cunning and sorrowfull
Day in and night out
Screaming crows and owls shout

Buried by sands of time
A new soul and machine is found
Engraved in the souls of men
Hell is perished and vitory is sought
The sword is raised, glory's unbound
Defeat is in sight, the Queen is crowned
The gold is taken, Satan is a mule
Evil decays, the brave are back to rule

"Any one can write songs
But that does not make him a songwriter"
.. Anonymous guy on 93.1 Jack FM ( Hell A radio station)

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Right Said The Joker

I'm a chaser, a snatcher, a grade A bomb so nuclear,
I drink at every bar; I sell my disease to every patient.
I'm a screamer, I'm a geezer, I'm a twenty thousand watt amplifier,
everything feels like my playground now.

I'm a transformer,an impostor, my own bomb dismantler,
I am a virus in disguise, with only my eyes to hide.
i am a penetrator, a sinner, a bone chilling comforter,
My mirth begins when you are in deep sleep.

I'm a liar , a craver, a carbon monoxide infiltrator,
Wherever i go, trouble follows.
I'm a striker, a biter, a Vampire Motorcycle Rider,
Hey, but let me tell you about my Alter Ego.

I'm a cracker, a toker, I'm the funniest story teller,
I make believe the skies are under my feet.
I'm a snoozer, I'm a "Kramer", I talk faster than Chris Tucker,
I'm right here but way out of your reach.

I'm a stalker,a watcher, I'm a "whatever i've got, a holder" ,
I am an SAP configurator and i am still unemployed.
I'm a smoker, i'll make friends even with a stammerer,
I am just a little faster than your average lawn mower.

I'm a mocker, a conner, I am a spoon fed eater,
I am shy and talkative at the same time.
I'm a pepper, i'm a sweetener,and i can even be sour,

You see, mostly i am a confuser!!

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Conspiracy Theories From The Garden Of Elves

Hey,

I know i dont have that many readers but in case someone's gonna read this post, please
listen to this song. Its a song by Pink Floyd, during the Syd Barrett years.
"Bike" from the album "Piper at the gates of dawn".
Here's the link:http://youtube.com/watch?v=AMbVtovh8sY

So i wrote a parody of this songIt goes something like this :
( I might be a little tone deaf but i think most of the beats are right )


I've got a theory
Thats kinda like a conspiracy
I only wanted inspiration
But i've smoked up all my motivation
I'd give it to you if I could
But i stole it from you

This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction

I think that Kurt Cobain
never really killed himself
But was shot down by some drunk
On the railway track
I told this story to the journalist
But she told me i was a crack

This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction

I know that Neil Armstrong
never landed on the moon
it was just a mutant mouse
who bought cat like features on lease
He's getting rather huge
And he ate up all that green cheeze

This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction

I realized that George Bush was really just an alien
With seven hands
Four pair of cockeyed retina
And peanuts the size of two brains
They are on the streets for sale
But they are way too stale

This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction

I believe that Kung Fu
Was invented by me
I can swing, i can nunchuck
I can get off even when i am stuck
I can take over the world
But i'll rather meditate

This is the kind of story that should fit in your world
I'll write anything
Everything if it has a reaction

I know a girl who likes to hear tales
some fake
some true
but most of them are conspired
Why don't we meet up
And we'll make them real

Friday, July 06, 2007

Lebanese Get Away Car Driver

Shoot me in my eyes
and let me know what you think

I am running out of words
And patience at the same time

If you dont wanna lunch
we can go to my place and have a drink

But if you're going to lie
Then you're commiting a serious crime

Whoa ho oo oo i wanna take you out
whoa ho oo oo somewhere far away
whoa ho oo oo we'll never come back
whoa ho oo oo from a secret get away

Ey Ey you're right!!!

You dont like the way i look
But you like the way i talk

Thats fine girl! cause when we kiss
You know we always close our eyes

Behind closed doors, up against the wall
we'll throw away the key to that greasy old lock

And by that time i'll be fine
with hearing absolutely no truth but only lies

Whoa ho oo oo i wanna take you out
whoa ho oo oo somewhere far away
whoa ho oo oo we'll never come back
whoa ho oo oo from a secret get away

Ey Ey you're right!!!

Monday, June 18, 2007

Ocean Girl

Ocean Girl
Hang in there
I know you can spot the land
But you cant touch
That's why you're down
And i am leaving town
Just to meet you there
So float in there

I am coming around
In my spaceship
I know you're scared of heights
But i'll handle that
Throw you a ladder
Made of rope
Fly you to my galaxy
Where we can be among stars

Scars, will all fade away
Like all the needles in the hay
Golden like your hair spray
Ocean Girl, wont you stay?

In a spiral escalator
Down the Black Hole
I know we'll get lost
But you know thats my point
Dodge the asteroids
Before we descend
In a Soar In Theatre
Watch the trilogy of "The Supernova"

Rising back
All the way to moon
I know its a bumpy ride
But i'll bolt the seat belts on
Start a business
Selling Stars'n'Cream
Build a house
All made up of green cheese

Breeze, will be blowing in
Like the scent of tonic water and gin
Silver like an electric lightnin'
Ocean Girl, this will be our sin

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Shades Of Dust

I got lost in your dream
Moving slow and breathing free
A cleaner love with a dirty feel
Like a moon thats nailed to a tree

And then i forgot
Most of what was Everything
And then i realized
That all of that was nothing

Wear this mask of misery
My face has split into three
My soul is advertised for a lease
You wont like what you will see

And then i forgot
Most of what was Everything
And then i realized
That all of that was nothing

Oh , in this feeling of you
Shades of dust and sun
Go round
Oh, i've tried to blend in
But i could not put my feet
In your shoes

I wonder whats your point of view
I am still stuck on you like cheap glue
I hate myself because these feelings are true
You are glad that we finally are through

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

A parody of Annie's Song byJohn Denver

You threw up on my carpet,
Just like eating a raw goat,
Like having eight hundred degrees of fever,
Like having a shower in a sewer,
Like walking for hours in a desert,
Like taking a nap in the gutter.
You threw up on my carpet,
Oh how i wish it was yours

Come let me get you high,
Let me give my drink to you,
Let me drown you in alcohol,
let me let you pass out on this carpet,
Let me lay you down in your own bile,
Let me always do this to you.
Come let me wrap you in this carpet,
Oh how i wish it was yours

Since 1974 we've been hearing this song
Of Annie
Annie?
Who the f*** is Annie?

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Blu Ray Burning!!!

Fast and picturesque
We store digital media
To be called as BD
That sets every optical illusion in sight

We are of high density
To produce high definition
For Whoever would
Be able to pay for its right

Born to lead
This digital universe
With short wavelengths
We spit blue violet laser

Blu Ray burning!!

With three interactive profiles
And a hard coating technology
Nothing can stop us
Not even Sony

With ongoing development
We have a base in paper
We have support from Java
Not caffeine but the software

Watch out HD DVD
We are the Killer bees
We transfer the data
At high breakneck speeds

Blu ray burning!!

Blu Ray burning!!

Monday, May 21, 2007

Because Ma Girlfriend's an MBA

Well, when I was only two
My mother dropped me on my head
I may have got the flu
But my right brain turned dead

Things were going bad
And they could only get worse
But it’s all right
Yea it’s all right

Well when I was in grade six
My voice began to crack
I was listening to guitar licks
But I sounded like a yak

(Chorus)

Things were going bad
And they could only get worse
But it’s all right
Cause
Because ma girlfriend’s an MBA
Yeay
You gotta hear what I say

About the time when I was seventeen
For the first time I fell in love
I was walking towards Halloween
For indeed, my heart she had to burn

Things were going bad
And they could only get worse
But it’s all right
Yea it’s all right

Wooh! Well, when I was twenty one
I started doing things illegal
I was getting higher than the sun
My body and soul slowly turning fatal

(Chorus)

Things were going bad
And they could only get worse
But it’s all right
Cause
Because ma girlfriend’s an MBA
Yeay
You gotta hear what I say

Around seven days earlier
I was drinking at a strip club
I was chatting up this girl
She used me like her cigarette stub
I told her I was a consultant
And I got lots of them monnnayyy
She said she loved that
And told me she was an MBA

(Chorus)

Things are going great
And they are only getting better
And it’s all right
Cause
Because ma girlfriend’s an MBA
Yeay
You better hear what I say




Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Cat People

There’s a ghost in the cat in my neighbor’s house
His wife, she’s a smoothie, never fails to arouse
His noisy kid plays the piano, has a room full of toys
His wife, she’s a girl, dreams of smoking with the boys

Me, yeah I am the mouse
Every afternoon within her blouse
So when the cat is away
The mice play a sweet game called “Which corner today?”

There’s a hole in the brain in my neighbor’s head
His eyes only see what I call a tribute to an empty bed
His avocado tree grows in the lawn and is big enough
His wife, she doesn’t care, she only lures for the rough

Me yeah, I am the mouse
Helping her break her vows
So when the cat is away
The mice play a sweet game called “Which corner today?”

There’s a black in the grey in my lifeless heart
My guilt, I buy from a magazine called “This Is How You Start”
My love, I steal from those who stand in a queue
My hate, is restricted to only a few

He, yeah he’s the cat
Not for the tits, but for the tat
So when the mouse sends shivers down her spine
The cats play a dull game called “That’s your corner, this is mine!”

Friday, March 23, 2007

A song for Bob Woolmer a.k.a " The Murder Of Bob Woolmer"

Bob Woolmer went to his hotel room
Shook his hands with the hands of doom
Slow dripping panic sweat, a cold embrace
Bats hurled, ropes twirled, your non Jamaican taste

Outside the Irish won
Beer mugs were on the run
The Kiwis were setting fire
While the crescent moon lowered

Chorus:
A "large man" they say he was
"Manual strangulation" was the cause
"No signs of forced entry" they say
Don't let the killers get away
No, No
Don't let the killers get away

Bob Woolmer left the World cup in disarray
Leading the super eight forecasts to go astray
While Indian media reports arrest in a haste
a murder mystery , a gossip theory, your typical Bollywood taste

A pity no one was there
No angels soaring in the air
No more days of match fixing
But the days of throat slitting

Chorus:
A "large man" they say he was
"Manual strangulation" was the cause
"No signs of forced entry" they say
Don't let the killers get away
No, No
Don't let the killers get away

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Mugged in California : A parody of Hotel California, a song by the Eagles

In a dark ghetto streetway,
me and two friends walking there,
torn socks of FILA
all lying under a strand of dandruffed hair

I camped my butt in a very small tent
and watched the extremely dim lights..
My twin brother said he saw a gangtaah ride being pulled over
"Hey KP, balls to the fucking lights"

"Sam" stood in the corner
He smelled like Taco Bell
And I was drinking by myself
My Tecate heaven and Amit "Paul" Singh's choice of ale

Sam said he was a vandal,
and he said he needs his pay
There was nacho sauce dripping down his corduroys
He failed in robbing food that day

Welcome to be mugged in California
Its the easiest way
such a cheap ass way
Such a fucked up way
There are plenty of streets to be mugged in California
Any kind of beer,
you can steal it here

The cigarette packet is simply unfit it's-
Not for your six friends
He said he's mugged a lot of greedy,greedy boys
Thats how he pays rent

Gaurav looked down at the ground:"Are,
theeeeeeeeese your pants?
Sam said:"I dont remember."
Fomra said:"You only forget"

So I called to the fat man:
"Pleeeeeeeease take these 1 ruppee coins"
He said:"I haven't had that intention here since
Dollars, cents and dimes"

And dead rat stink was coming
From Sam's giant large hands
They shake you up in the middle of the night
You better count your fingers then

Welcome to be mugged in California
Its the easiest way
such a cheap ass way
Such a fucked up way
There are plenty of streets to be mugged in California
Any kind of beer
you can steal it here

Toy gun in his back pocket
Loaded with warm Bud Ice
His bad breath
Kept us prisoners there
With a hell lot of spanish rice.
and in a nearby broken phone booth
He petended he's making ganstaah calls
We broke the chains and we ran for our lives
But you just can't kill these fleas!!

That Winter I remember
This guy was,stalking us in the dark
Had we the mind,had we turned our backs,
Our faces he'd knocked out to the floor.
But "Step back",said we...
"We are now going to leave...
You can mug anyone you like
But t just aint going to be me"

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Do you wanna get Mugged?

Well me and two of my friends got mugged and this being my 50th post, i thought this is the kind of situation I could write a song about

The Bill Lumberg Band

Gaurav aka Gaurav- Mug Victim 2, Vocals (Scott Weiland style), bass
Formaldehyde aka Sudhakar - Mug Victim 1,Vocals,Shoelace Knots, Dance Performace with The White Rabbit Band
KP aka Karan- Official Mug Victim 3, Vocals, So called Lyrics, chaotic rhythm
Amit "Paul" Singh aka Amit - Guitar ( Stevie Ray Vaughn Style)
Sidlekar aka Siddharth - Vocals, Harmonica, YO HO HO without a bottle of rum

On Hoover Street, we were strolling, it was 4 am
Along came this latino, we told him his name was sam
Damn! he said "i don care i juss want to see some money"
So i shelled out a dollar and said "Hey man have fun doing laundry"

But boy did we realize he also ripped us off our empty matchbox
A couple quarters, a few coins, and a pair of dirty torn socks
As he left he said "Peace out Braa!" and a smile on his sly, happy cockeyed face
He fell a couple footsteps away as the "rabbit" had knotted his shoelace

We decided to let him have the dollar and we made him pay for a "mug" of java
He said "I aint having Coffee with Karan", I'll rather sip on some lava
Now KP was angry so he punched him hard and forced the coffee down his throat
As he lay surrounded by a pool of bile as if he had swallowed a raw goat

Just when were heading back home, along came a cop and he asked "Whats our DPA?"
We got confused and decided to do the same, we told him "Osama's Being Laid and he ran that way"
The cop got out and roared with the looks of a bull and teeth full of blood "NO I MEANT DRUNK POINT AVERAGE!!!"
So we told him we dont drink, we only smoke grass, its an easier solution to attain mind leverage

The cop removed a wave motion gun, injected heroin and then started to sob
He said i'll give y'all a lift home but first meet my boyfriend Bob
Bob was stoned and rather quiet, never spoke a word, only moved his hands but pretty much all over
So i gave him a synonym from Puppy Manohar's blog and told him "You're better off being sober"

We were finally home, another 12 pack to go, and it was 4 pm
I had food at a latino cafe, i thought to myself : "What a cheap scam"
Turned on the tube to listen to Chef Haphazard's (Def Leppard) "Lets get Mugged"
I dont know what they were talkin about but decided to mug someone off Atlas Shrugged



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A room full of music we wander in
Beautiful sounds arouse us from within
Where an eagle and a dinosaur are best of friends
Where night falls, the moon sleeps but the music never ends


In case you guys are wondering about the name of the band : The Bill Lumberg Band
just watch the movie Office Space and y'all will know that he is the coolest character in the history of cinema.

Monday, October 23, 2006

San Francisco Girl

She drives a used Beetle
She likes to play soccer
She lets me polish her nails
She hates it when they cry

She wears a denim jacket
She likes to read x-men comics
She gets a new piercing every week
She hates the taste of maggi

She wears Calvin Klein framed spectacles
She's trying to learn Sanskrit
She does believe in god
She hates the gentle murmur of simmer

She'd rather a strip club than Starbucks
She listens to Floyd and Queen
She's going to live with her mother..soon
She's a graphic designer but looks more like a waitress

She's a stoned fox
She thinks she can bowl well but...
She's got a huge appetite
She is hell on two heels

She wants to study Buddhism
She wears Suede Platform Giuseppe Zanotti shoes
She's a disco dose-a-pede
She's truly a foxy sorceress' breed

Monday, September 18, 2006

When the Red Foxes Dance

You mesmerise slowly
Till the moon cant believe its eyes
Your haunting shrieks control me
As the darkness penetrates the bloodred skies

The killer awakes at midnight
On a rusty bed in a cage of destruction
Silver smoke blinds my sight
A fiery soul and a machine makes its evolution

Without warning you make your moves
Silently as your jaws tear up the earth
In circles you beat the devil's ruse
Merry is your dance, wicked is your mirth

You put me in a trance
Ecstacy rushing in every stream of blood
When the red foxes dance
Cant feel the ground, i lie here charmed in your flood

Inspired from this pic that I checked out on "Queen of Lght and joy's " blog
Its the last pic on that post : Bonus picture ( Red Foxes)
Aweome pic: Kinda caught my attention
Really cool blog

Friday, September 15, 2006

That Goddamn! "I" Virus

I am thinking about....
The girl I met last night

I wonder...
If ever anything will last forever

I wish...
I could'nt feel

I regret...
Absolutely nothing

I hate....
People who ask you say "Cheeze" while taking your snap

I said...
I am going to hell and am taking you guys with me

I am...
A dreamer

I dance...
naked in my locked cell

I cry.....
sometimes to get a peaceful sleep

I get...
high all the fucking time

I see....
what I write ( should have been the other way around)

I confuse.....
people i dont like

I can....
write and play my own songs

I cant
play already played songs

I think.....
whoever started this idea is lame

I cannot believe....
I still wanted to blog this

I dont believe...
In the wars we fight just to prove how real we are

I believe...
In heaven here on earth

I need.....
You!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Evil Tulips and Sea Scorpions

Amidst the fire, a lonely blaze appears
Cowboy hat, a steel horse, a gun unfurls
From scorching shadows, soaring with high octane
Dragon's wings, out from the silent void, spitting flames

Eroding earth,battles with the killer nameless
Emerging chaos, now starts to rack the ground
Out with the gun and knife,the captain of two souls
Blood stained sword, back into the scabbard it goes

Swinging through the forsaken, the dry and the parched
In quest of a land with evil tulips and sea scorpions
In with the moonless black, stops by the holy stone
Succumbs to the wild grapes and rests the night all alone

Awoken by a deadly screech, dead rabbit skin between his teeth
Sharpens his knife, shines his sword,prays by the stone
Musket driven to the thigh,ivory pebbles to remind him of his girl
Strokes his horse,an honest kiss,like a storm, he rides back home

Friday, September 08, 2006

Confidently Confused

Was Today necessary??
and is tomorrow ever going to come??
Should i wait for yesterday to happen again??
or am i already living in the day after??

Monday, September 04, 2006

In Heaven, a new Poison

A job that tastes like steel
Ripping power with a burning feel
Takes the heat, rushing fervor in
Mostly outsiders, mostly my own kin
An allegorical dream of a piercing iron jawed caterpillar
Clipped out wings, yet exploding with electric roars of thunder
Lazy sun turns bloodred, stealing the fight
Darkness slowly empowers, Mephistopheles shunning the light
Defeaning silence broken down by merciless haunting veils
A paradise is lost,in heaven technology slowly mediates
Smoggy rusty road, like a poison,sweetly begins to unwind
Even in utopia, the peril aint running too far behind.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Swing Life Away

The words lost in my head
Left with mud on an empty swing
In the wake of barking dogs

Tomorrow will be today just as the day after
While a pocket is filled for a fortune teller
A parrot, a tarot card, fake rings of heaven's demise

In a flower someone foresees a brick full of walls
Grim and tall, yet hidden by a shadow of ten thousand suns
A kid runs towards his ball while he rolls away under a drunk driver's truck

In a hospital his mother shrieks like a wingless eagle
Someone dead, but the feelings are stunningly alive
I've been all around searching for that feeling

Hollow sounds generate when she and i meet
Like a cascade of drowning sandcastles
Not a fall but like a rising smoke which now sticks in my ribcage

Hope is strange, a currency for the one's who are fading
Dreams are a state, a toxicant while the truth and lies become one and the same
Life is small when the freeways are so wide but your mind in so narrow

Friday, August 11, 2006

Here's the warning: Click. Click. ..Boom!.... As the War Machine keeps burning

A half British, half Israeli teacher, living in Israel was discussing the ongoing middle east crisis and the situation in Israel in particular. She is an english teacher teaching kids how to read, write and speak english. She had asked her students to make a sentence including the words "Fortunately" and "Unfortunately".

One of the kids volunteered to initiate the challenge and came up with "Fortunately the bus arrived on time".... and some other kid continued it with "But unfortunately a suicide bomber got inside and blew the bus up"

Just imagine you are living in the middle east. One day you wake up to find that you're out of toothpaste. So you dress up and pick up some change and tell your mum that you're going to the shop to buy some. You almost reach the shop when BOOM! No warning, just BOOM! You along with a couple hundred are just dead. Some have not even had the chance to brush their teeth.

It seems to me a nightmare
Becomes reality
The last days of the paradise
Are gone for you and me
But we're living in the crossfire
Where time is burning out
Why cant these angst driven War Pigs
UNDERSTAND: that we dont want to fight
UNDERSTAND: that we are all far too young to die

Damn all you War Pigs!!!
It is pretty evident that you guys are truly fucking angry
and i understand that anger is the most honest human emotion
but if you can channel that into music or writing or making movies instead of killing people then it is so much fucking better.

Here are some alternative things you fuckheads should focus on instead of grilling the war machine:

• Learn to play better pool or billiards
• Become a video game freak and play Counter Strike all fucking day and in the night drink beer with your buddies and discuss how many animated, fictitious characters you killed.
• Get a real nice beautiful girl , get her one of those really expensive flowers, then get her pregnant and have kids.
• Since you’ll are so emotional anyways pick up a musical instrument and start a band and talk about hatred, anger, violence. Just don’t commit it.
• And the best of all: Smoke some weed and listen to Bob Marley. It is going to make you wanna throw away that shitty AK-47, run to a shop, buy a water gun and play Holi.

God bless all who died without a cause.

Peace and Love.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Addicted to Cancer

Just saw the CRAZIEST thing on Dateline: This woman convinced her entire community, including her 5 kids and best friends, that she had cancer. She spent 18 months collecting donations and having her friends pay for her to take trips... turns out she was faking. She convinced her kids she was dying!!!! Meanwhile, they had a video of her going to tanning salons and Walmart while she was supposed to be getting chemo?!!!

Meanwhile falling way behind the dateline, a similar situation had unexpectedly taken place in a small suburb in Bombay ranging further away from the suburb boundaries to what is better known as non existant. A girl named Priya became my ex girlfriend's friend through another friend and somehow convinced both these girls that her non existant boyfriend was suffering from cancer and just had a nooze full of days to survive.

I was returning from playing squash and as usual decided to crash at her place where i felt more home than anywhere else in the world. I had already begun munching on two heavily pounded triple layered cheeze sandwiches with absolutely zilch morsels of any kind of vegetables, when she came out with the palest face any gorgeous looking girl could ever wear.Yeah you're right! I mean what else could have happened? Definately she had not started to smoke!!..I mean..

Anyways so she starts telling me the story about this cancer kid, and yeah i am listening, thinking how i should maybe add a few pieces of tomato and cucumber and mix hot sauce, sweet onion sauce and spicy mustard sauce. That will taste just awesome. So the story kept going somewhere right above my head when she started telling me that that guy was obsessed with her poetry and that she has been writing to him and that he even stalks her but only because he is too embarrassed to show his "chemotherapy" induced self

WHAT???????
"YOU WRITE POETRY, YOU NEVER TOLD ME???..... i mean.. FUCK THE CANCER!!!!!"

So she continued doing so, till the day the dawn took his soul away. Yeah she was upset about the whole thing. She had just realized what the end of life meant- "D-E-A-T-H". Thats how her extremely lame and totally fake friend Shipali explained the feeling inside to me. But the funny thing was none of them had ever met this guy. I mean they had been emailing this guy who really was just Priya. I mean they wanted to go to the hospital to meet him but she did not allow them and they still never understood. It turns out that this Priya was just looking to make friends and would just do about anything to do so.
She even told my ex girlfriend that that cancer guy had left her an embroidered purse and an acoustic guitar for me.
By the time she had discovered the truth, she did not really give a fuck about the purse, but hey! I never saw my fucking guitar.

Its a totally crazy, mixed up and an imperfectly perfect unbalanced world
In some other place and some other time frame, I could have been a marine biologist or maybe just a tractor driver.
but the most i fear is life itself and how it can so easily tend to unwind.

…..and here there are people who are faking death or even worse, someone else's life and death.

Evil wears many different Halloween costumes!

Sometimes I wonder why do I feel nothing when i have killed an ant or ants for that matter
but have to think thrice before swatting a moth?

Peace and love

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Access Denied

In like the dose that sticks in your bones
Out of reach, but you're out for more
In like the stone that grows in your soul
Out of time, but you've felt this way before

I've been stuck in mires
See the wars and crimes
I've been strangled by wires
We've been raised in dark times

In like the moon that creeps in the sky
Out to strike, but you cant hide tonight
In like the line in which you've longed to reside
Out with anger, but you've lost your strenght to fight

I've been blind
I tore out my eyes
You've turned away from my side
But i still feel the sounds of your voice inside

In like the pain that fuels up this game
Out of hate, but you cant feel love
In like the rain, that slowly infiltrates the tame
Out of freedom, but you've always had none

I've been dying
I choked out my spite
I've dreamt of flying
But my access has been denied

A rehab center for video games addicts???.... that too in fucking Amsterdam?? ..C'mon

ok
they dont have a rehab center for drug addicts, sex addicts and all other forms of addicts... i dont know maybe trannsexual addicts ..
In fact all of that shyte is fucking legal out there.


and now they have opened a rehab center for video games addicts.... IN FUCKING AMSTERDAM

HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Nicotine Man

Nicotine Man
Where are you
Thought i saw your face
But it was a silly mistake

Nicotine Man
Who are you
Thought you'll be my savior
But my soul's too late to save

So when you come around
I'll be long gone
Think you should get some sleep
You're filled with love and greed

Nicotine Man
How are you
Know you're brown from inside
But how do you feel otherwise

Nicotine Man
What are you
A sponsor for my torn boots
But do you even wear your own suits

So when you hang around
I wont even make a sound
Think i should get some sleep
You hurt my throat and made it bleed

Nicotine Man
Why are you
Sometimes with a hot blonde girl
Sometimes with me
But in a couple of deep breaths
You set yourself free

So when you disappear
How long does it take you to return
Think we should stay awake
And spit out all we fake.