Past time smokin a blunt....yeah smokin the weed im smokin the blunt....yeah im supportin a weave findlin the doobie...yeah im about to heave hittin Mary Jane...yeah hittin her nice cannibis my friend.....attiva my vice lazy sunday yeah.....sunny 2'0 clock im the only one weezin on my block yeah im smoking a blunt.....alone and bored smokin a blunt yeah ....so peaceful and nice. :m:
A ballad --- She rode on a monster, she rode on a star shining every night when she smiled. A princess in black, a princess in white, just look at her dreams! ever changing and ever riding through the skies of paradise, of the world of the mortals and hell. She's a princess in fires, she's a princess in ice sitting on a rose and weeping and laughing, tearing her hand open for blood to flow to the earth, to your heart - she lay still and cried. You went mad, you went ill, you became her prince swinging in gallows, rotting in meadows full of flowers. The truth is she couldn't love, she couldn't understand what's so special in human beings when there are roses, dragons and the sun. --- © 2004 by Avatar
1. she was an icecream, she was.., she was needed this summer, but when it started to rain people wanted to lick something else. 2. she was a pill, she saved a lot of men, but they were no chemists, they were no doctors, she wasn't understood and was left alone. 3. she was a cardboard box wrapped in silk, fancy cloth, she was sleeping under a fir tree and waiting for the magic moment to come, but the fiest was not needed anymore. 4. she was a spring flower, she was a sun of her own and didn't need anyone. --- © 2004 by Avatar
Our Land A suited man, waiting in a queue Slowly tapping his fingers on his stick The other hand on his belt, feeling his gun His lips are rapidly moving The government has no clue, he says People have work to do, he explains Two more hired cashiers eases the wait, he tells And between each delivered thought, The pocket check… Yes, it’s bulging Yes, the package retains its weight A family man, suited, waiting in a queue His tapping fingers trail his tapping feet His forehead dampens with each passing minute My family, he tells himself, needs it The other man, he says to himself, had money to burn My son, he justifies, deserves the best education I haven’t had a good drink in quite a while… And between thoughts to the self, The smile on his face as he delivers his lines Belie the anxiety in his wait for the good drink. A suited family man counting his bills, A cashier ignoring the gold band in her flirtatious Smile and hand caresses at the man with the bulging package An understanding man with a show of sympathy An understanding cashier in a show of acknowledgement: Yes, the bloody government has no clue; two more cashiers eases…
You’ve worked 9 to 5, Twenty years and counting Own a big house and a vacation home, Five years to truly own Owned five cars in total, All new, three of which you are driving You’ve hated our job, Twenty years and counting Hated your boss, Fifteen years and counting Been promoted ten times Passed over thrice for a bum You’ve been on twenty vacations, Acted the same on each one Tried a hundred delicacies, Sprinkled a like amount of salt one each one Fucked five women in the twenty years, Four of which were prostitutes You are timid You are insane You are content You are fat You are hardworking You are responsible You are docile A calendar on legs And still you wonder why the fuck I can’t be like you. Here’s a warm bullet! Say hello to Christ when you see him for me, shall you?
Three nights and three days I crawled through the streets and water and trash were my pillow and bed. Three nights and three dreams did a bite in my cheeks and all my blood and memory spilled through the swelling wells. Ah, the sweat, the smell, the dirty cats on their knees pleading I leave! And I crawled and crawled and dared not to sleep three weeks and seven more steps till I crawled back under my sheet. And all this crawling from great heights looked like a drawing in dirty sand pointing a finger at the sky. It whispered, it laughed, it assured, it mourned it kissed without a choice: you're next! --- © 2004 by Avatar
there are some very good, and some very bad poems here Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! below are three of mine, two I just tossed together, one I wrote a couple months ago, and have edited a few times. ----------------------------------------------------- East and west touch wrap together the center revolve and keep turning disapointment to ruin. Momentus, this moment. grey soup blanket with chunks of solid colors. you can only keep yourself whole and understanding for a short time. we fall out of ourselves, we find those around us; here we have created universes here was have destroyed them all here I birth a new world, cut off and purposely seperatist here I birth the next world. I do not compare, I do not relive; though I drink. I am not going to try and change you, for I might as well ask a bush to walk for me. I will instead teach, and wait for you to fall. Once you do, I will step in. I am not hoping for that day, indeed I hope against it, but it will come. Just as my day to fall will likewise come. I expect you to provide a child to replace me. ------------------------------------------------------------ Trees bonzaied sprout sunshine branches uncared for ------------------------------------------------------------ Poem for the Ancient Cultures For the Terosn and Unistan the Great Song was Sung of fallen leaves and flakes freed by branch legions bared. The earth heard, as it had done. Of clouds from which rain flung saplings grown tall and new shoots sprung from moist marl between rocky fare. The sky listened, as it had done. The passage of time, as if begun anew with societies creation make, dwindles in the eve the sun to brake and aware. While the stars set, as they had done. The fight passed crown their hatred cooled memories ache, lying still and stunned forsaken now both declared In children and stories, as they have done. For the Terosn and Unistan the Great Song was Sung carving a path to follow as the path they follow runs.
]a chant for the new generation of the sick[ Come, little children, come with me, let us go out, let us leave. Ah, there she is lying on her back, like a dirty chocolate she is sweet, but nobody wants to touch her skin. Come, you little girls, let us rip heads from the dools and people from their toys. Poison on her lips, she touches and you feel sick; like a mirror, like a shrug her laughter echoes in your screams. There he is, self proclaimed antichrist sulking in the dark like a wanting kiss, but the faithful slap his wrists and point with fingers to a cross. Come, you little boys, and join with me, let us build dungeons and torture chambers deep. Come, little children, come with me, let us have fun in eternal darkness with me. --- © 2004 by Avatar
How many seals before you stop, how many dreams before you rot, how much more can you stay with me with your sanity INTACT? --- © 2004 by Avatar
I walked among some trees and grass, and shadows played their games on my pale flesh, on my white dress. I saw a mountain rushing forth. 'Twas small, grew big and black until it was a man. His rags, his locks, all moved with wind, and sunshine flickered in grey sparks on his stone face. He glanced at me and rushed away.
Wow, there's some really good stuff in here. Need to visit more often. Hey avatar, what language is that? Anyway, here's what I've been doing recently: White Tower Sittin in your tower, thinkin your so powerful. Guess what you're wrong. Dead wrong. And I'll tell ya in this song just what it's all about. No need to shout, no need to raise voices 'cause we got choices. Forks and branches, we got chances to take a new road. A new path, a new track away from the aftermath of your mistakes. The countless breaks and fractures that you caused in the path for peace in the middle east. And elswhere, and everywhere that you touch. 'Cause it's not enough that you kill. You have to still the very heart of the people and raise your steeple and praise your god. But your a fraud. And now we're findin out all about your ties to terror. You fuckin' lie bearer. Never got elected in the first place. Now it's time to face the facts. We don't want you back. So pack your bags and get the fuck outta the White House. Rather have a soiled blouse than dead Americans. Dead friends and family, so much tragedy. I'm tired of the blood for oil. War spoils and we toil, all for Bush's boy-o. Well fuck it, flip the bucket, spill the milk. Don't cry over politician's lies. Just learn to vote.
that is russian. the poem is nothing special really. my russian vocabulary is quite incomplete. I can translate it later for you if you wish. ------- I drink flowers I feel fine I lied I fall I'm gona die I don't stretch my arms I don't even try to cry I lied I drink flowers I feel fine I am dead I am the night I touch my lips And my fingers cover with snow --- © 2004 by Avatar
I didn't turn your fire into stone, I didn't put that knife beside your pillow, no I didn't, I didn't cry that night, I wasn't even there. I'm sorry I wasn't, I should have been to pick up all the broken pieces and kiss them together in fire in the image of gods. I'm sorry, I wasn't, I was too weak, I was weeping in my bed and was carving it into a grave. Can we go back, can we return, please tell me you are sure you can still be cured. Every cell in my blood will fight this illness together with you, and I shall stand once more and observe your shining eyes, observe your blazing smile under the funeral moon where all die, but not us, we live! --- © 2004 by Avatar
Knights and cravens Meet in battle; Knights are fearful, Knights are faithful. The God and the Church, Holy ritual is strong; Bliss from the Heaven and bliss from the heart - Pagans scatter and run. In the name of our Father We slay And bring justice and light To this land. --- Written by Avatar circa 1222 a.d
Will you wish for me a cold eternity? Will you say goodbye and leave me here to die? Will you take my heart before you let this start? Or will I fuck this up by saying it's enough for us just to be friends when I know I can't spend all of my lonely time waiting for you to climb into this cold bed and kiss me on the head and say you love me too?
The path of the kings, The path of the lords, The path of the emperors And the slaves. The path of the sun, The path of the stars, The path of the sea And the fish. The path of the gods, The path of the wind, The path of the demons And the trolls. Look at yourself And choose your path, Look at youself And be aware of those Who cross your path. Is it the sea Or is it a slave, Or a god?.. Beware of their path.
she lay hidden, she lay secret, she lay not knowing her name below the sand, and the songs of the birds were flying over her head. she was a whisper of flowers wanting to be, wanting to see all the meadows and trees which the bees chanted of every time, each time the sun was prime. she lay alone dreaming her world of magical hills and pixies and gods mating on the leaves. she needed a human to find her place, to name her face, to give her a sound of her own she could call out of the ground. --- © 2004 by Avatar
[one more poem after some time devoted to IRA] Dogs dig bones, I dig guns, we hide what we need for life, for heavens to come to the earth, to our world, my room on the 4th floor. It's a bliss, just a small, but a bliss neverthless. Last bullet in the magazine, click-click and it's empty of life. Someone takes, someone dies and my gun brings a little more of paradise. --- © 2004 by Avatar
Briefly, we live, briefly, then die. Wherefore, I say, he who hunts glory, he who tracks some boundless, superhuman dream may lose his harvest here and now and garner death. Such men are mad. (Bacchae)
