Mighty Red Lazers Scratching Against The Walls

Look Look!
I see red...
bloody well red!

marching towards you
luring you into
dreamy eyes and cheery smiles
fused together in heat beyond hell

Oh Dear, Look!
at the pale warriors of our kind
frail and futile,
bruised and confused.

Murmuring tunes of sex and lies
hunger in their dreamy eyes
they alienate and celebrate
their lust cannot be satisfied!

Chasing heroes and fairy tales
the phantoms of bygone days
Look..!
What a waste...
Fuck the chase!

Yeah, bloody well read.

Zilch

Where to begin?
Where to fall?
Blasted curtain hinder the view,
I once so knew.

Dreams lie
Atop each other
Sweet slumber, sweetest bliss;
And so I slip…

Out and about,
Below and beyond
It's a long way down
Into this quiet town.

Thoughts rise, shadows fall
Shimmering lights say it all…

And so I dance, my dance of deceit
Romancing my words I make you believe…
In nothing!

Bedtime Tale For The Under-loved

Once there lived a mute little boy in the village of souls who painted his dreams.
Untouched by acrimony and free from obsessions. His paintings breathed with love and un-charred imagination. The village-folk admired his art, but didn't understand the power of his dreams; and the boy, devoid of voice, was unable to elucidate his efforts.
He just smiled and nodded with gloomy warm eyes.
And so the days went by…
Until one fine morning a bright little girl with the aura of life came to the village to witness the carnival of hope. Amidst the colors and the crowd, she saw the boy – drenched in his thoughts and lost in the daze. As he entailed his dreams, stroke after stroke onto the canvas.
The girl, intrigued by his solitude approached the boy. She stared and stared at his remarkable treasure of imagination, his art… his soul.
Unaware of her presence, the boy kept painting – scribbling his mind on the board.
The girl kept looking, until the boy finished his work and was amazed to find her gazing at his recent masterpiece with appreciating eyes. For a moment, the world made sense and then faded away. As the girl explained what she saw in the dream he had so beautifully illustrated. She saw his soul through his eyes, she understood the meaning of every color and every stroke weaved into the painting. She knew his pain.
And so the days went by…

The boy had found a voice.
A companion who explained to the world what he thought and dreamt.
They went from places to places, villages to villages, inspiring people of all ages. Happy was the boy, and happy was the soul…

The world of men is a wicked place… where what seems is hardly what happens. The boy could paint a thousand pictures to stir an array of emotions, but the little girl now craved a voice she could talk to. And so one fine morning, she left with the aura of life – disappeared into the carnival of hope, in search of a voice to talk to.

What happened to the boy after that? No one really knows, but it is said that the colors of his canvas engulfed his heart and the power of his pain… paved his path. Unknown to the world and away from the soul… he still lurks between the shadows of reality to seek what he had lost and cherish what he had found.

Obsession claimed the colors.

BAD TASTE 'N MUSIC

Dr. Douche-bag created a criminal in his science lab.The world stood in terror as the generation before us lost their balance.Hundreds of happy meals stormed through the streets, singing their songs of hell.Ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling.

 

Rallying along in leathers and fur coats, the raving herds rocked the town. While away went the children to hide in their television sets.The greater of the lords held his hand up high... and the hordes of the fallen came to a halt."Oh you Biebers and Bastards of this race! Behold the ultimate weapons of mass-consumptions! Our all-powerful synthesized fruit salads and processed frozen yogurts."He looked at the captain.He looked back at him and uttered painfully,"We shall bring unto this land an abomination unknown to vainkind."

"Hail!" said the crowd.

"Baby Please!" said Bieber.

"Damn!" said the monkey.

 

One little girl woke up to the sounds of madness.She rubbed her eyes and peered through the clouds.The doors were nailed, the windows were black.She made her way through the twists and turns till she found herself out on the streets, where the goodie-bags of the last century assembled their creed.She stopped at the thresholds and looked at the mighty morons mimicking their elders."Where are all my friends?" she asked.The greater of the lords hushed the crowd.He looked at the puny girl."We are your friends, little girl." He said with the voice of a thousand men.The girl looked at the greater lord and shook her head. She didn't know better."My friends are not so big." said the innocent little girl.

"For shizzle" said the captain.

"Hoorah!" said the monkey.

 

"But you see, the bigger they get… the better they sell." whispered the greater lord to the girl."What are you talking about, mister?" the girl blinked her eyes."We are talking about fresh meat! Bacon and Broccoli! Fries and Fingerfish!" the captain tried to speak sense. 

The monkey was crying.

The girl was confused.

The crowd was lost.

The captain had some juice. 

 

"Come join us you futile female. Become our special menu! Let us serve you to the world!" greater lord said."We are the future, we are the taste! We are music to your ears! We are your demons of your mind! We believe in you…in credit and mushroom salads!" said the captain with eyes full of ketchup and curly fries.The monkey peed his pants.The crowd waved and rattled.

"Bitch please!" said the Doctor.

"Help!" said Beiber.

"Yuck!" said the captain.

"Fuck!" said the little girl.

Deceiver

"Child!"
Dani seized the running Goby. "What's wrong with you?"
Goby wasn't a very playful cat, but was surely a menace.
It had peed all over Dani's living room. Her apartment smelt like cat piss.
"How could you do this to me? Psycho child!"
Dani was mad. No, she was furious. Shaking with anger, as she almost waited for Goby to reply.
Of course it didn't.
Snapping back to reality, she put Goby down.
"I'm sorry child. You're all that I have."
She reached out for the half empty pack of 'Mee-Ow' lying on the coffee table and shook it like a rattle.
"Here, Goby."
Goby knew that sound. It rushed towards Dani.
She reached down and played with Goby's head.
"Nice Goby, Mommy is sorry."
Goby didn't care what she said. It was more interested in the rattle from the cat food. Anxiously waving its paw.
Dani took out a biscuit and threw it across the room.
Goby ran for it and was back in a flash, munching on the biscuit.
"You want more, child?" Dani smiled and swept it from the floor into her arms.
"Goby." As she hugged the cat.
"Mommy is sorry child. Please don't be mad at mommy." Tears ran down her cheeks.
"You're all I got Goby. You're all I got." Squeezing the cat in her arms.
Goby couldn't take it anymore and tried to get out of her grasp.
"Don't leave mommy, Goby. Don't ever do that." Dani was hysterical.
As the cat scratched Dani's shoulder.
"Ow!" Dani let out a painful scream as the cat jumped out of her arms and landed on the coffee table.
"Deceiver! You're all the same! All the same you hear me?" Dani screamed.
The cat licked its paws.
Dani held her shoulder. Just a scratch.
Not all scratches are deep, yet they hurt so bad.
She crashed into the chair. Her favorite chair, soaked with Goby's piss.

Soaked

Come to me through the distance

I know that you smell nice

Trash your wisdom, kill the patience

And drown in your despise

Far away the bush is burning

Your dreams are catching fire

As you climb the mountain, scorch your hands

A miracle’s inspired

Don’t know, where to go

Blinded by, your eyes… and your pride

We soaked our heads tonight

I think its time we dry

You’re high on energy

The power of your lies

Hear the voices calling you

And read what’s on my mind

Tie your thoughts, ground your fears

And see beyond the lines

Slay your hopes, slay your reasons

Slay all in name of love

And when you’re done you can save the guilt

For the years to come

You know, it’s too low

Hollow from inside… in sight

We smoked ourselves away

I think its time we fly

You’re high on blaming me

The hungers’ in your eyes

I made an enemy…

There’s nothing more to see

We drowned in yesterday

I think its time we die…

Be and Become

Madness across the desert…
Muddled faces bathed in warm light
The songs we sang… are sprinkled in the air
Like the black holes of reasons we believed in
Flames of thought rise and fall…
Vicious, distant voices call out your name
This is where we deceived time
Where we once outshined desire…
And rose!
This is where we became…
Parasites

There's madness across the desert…
Night spawned a million dreams
Shadows of the days gone by…
Of lies we chased and cherished
Laughter… sweet, innocent and serene
Blind, in vain and torturous
We laughed… we bled… we became…
Demons

Go…
Why should you stay?
Go now…
For the eyes have a new tale to tell
Its time to believe
Its time to release
Its time to defy…
And time… is fiction

Muddled faces bathed in warm light
The songs we sang… reek all around us…
And so the shadows dance
Their dance of devotion…
We sink into the flames and so we become…
Whirlwinds

The shifting sands deceive reality
Blowing dunes of sanity
Vile winds sweep life away
There's madness across the desert…