Food for the stars

Call your life
Is this a videogame click in click out?
Enter the game it feels real
Now one day you´ll get to pretend like this is not real
Not happening
Not tangible

But it invites you in
It´s persuasion is color
and you are addicted
sperm to the egg

Now come down and manifest
get an electric kick inside the skull
You woke now play this big world
choose a character
You may misunderstand the point of the whole game

So if you want another coin you need to
ease up on those fruitless conclusions that serve to
make you look like a donkey
Appreciate the senses
perception is heaven

Paint a square on the floor of love
then stand there before you look at someone else
Who are you but a wierd pretending piece of food for the stars
waiting on the plate acting like you weren´t put there
From sweaty little fingers putting a disc in a console
Like a control in a little kid´s clammy hand

Chasing the river

Chasing the river
The margins marching
The rapids firing
tree roots wander in the water

We are holding our own
as the reeds and swamp grass encroach
and fear doesn´t touch us
And we don´t seperate ourselves from the stream


The push of the water
battling over land, over rock
I´ve chased the river
been under into it´s depths

Moving across the land
wet serpent so damned
Transparent soul drowning any curse
follow it

Jimmy and the bad flock

The power drunk preacher denigrates Morrison,
Wearing pink and heartening forty in his flock
Under the town square's trees in the endless summer
Babbling blasphemies toward the lizard king

Babbling as if simultaneously eating cake
Almost accumulating a froth near the mouth
The Iconic pop poet didn't stand still calm and collected
But became extremely anguished tantamount to a maddened gorilla

Had it not been for the zombie lock flock
Blocking Jim from the preacher
Blood would have been spilled
Like a toad being ravaged by a smooth cold blooded creature

The surreal never ending intemperance both parties paid the deposit for
Means rally starts every half hour like a broken record
of a slanderous and violent public calumny somewhere west of heaven
Where outrage replays for the first time in forever

Lazarus elevator

Hi Sylvia your rhyme has found me
Your nightmares about Nazis
The fear of living in your own skin

Stanzas of three
hives of the same bee
do I invert so eloquently

So what does it mean?
The whole empty elevator scene
and how do you Plath your way into dreams

It looks like your two best friends
Terror and promise wanted to spend
eternity in the words of your three stanza'd blends

Despite the darkness of the world
sudden light can reflect in any second of any day
A hidden piece of us never dims you seem to say

So what made you touch my sleep
How does verse escape the page to hunt sleeping poets
Just to taunt us with write ups of mediocre t.v shows based on the sixties

If dying is so an art as great poet Plath says
Tell me how many times did the elevator jump sideways?
And will they give the pincel to me, so I too may tickle the tree

Have the doors of that elevator forever shut?
Just an empty shaft inside a buildings hollow guts
I doubt that severly, wake a poet nervous and make him believe


And now you are dead
and infecting my style and dreams
Please keep showing me the piece of me that never dims

A friend worthy of praise

He wishes the best for you
For the battle, for the struggle
out there friends and friendly intentions protect you
Each one of us deserves it, you my friend more than most

Never a bludger but a protector of the no hopers many clans
Nothing corrupted you, you stood firm when many couldn´t stand
A piece of me goes with you, atleast my admiration
An old friend like you

I´ve seen you fight and become someone
shaped by the Europe you entered
And the New Zealand you left
By the destiny choice you made

Groomed but hollow

Among the geniuses
Quick learners the sharp shooters
Learn the sketch pretend routine
Bluffing is your most useful skill

Invited to the mainstreet show
Bit a pomp, bit of predictable, pat my back- and I´ll pat it too
In your face certificates well aimed gossip
well oiled friendships and what a colorful mainstreet/stream show

Then out came the overachievers
came to my test, came to my fun the wild world behind the mirror
Now I am the rainbow staining spreading oil in your puddle
Now we cook behind the mirror

A hole in the wall
There is now a hole in your mind
In the hole is a smashed statue
One you recognize

And further in I go
In your hole is a burning blanket
It stays in there until it´s ashes friend
You are not the fire department, this is not an atm

Now I´m tickling your bluff
and your fine tuned skill at conformity
Play rebel for a day you crowd pleaser
to hide your core of normality

building your ego a little like lego
groomed but hollow

The weight lifter

He was just a normal lad who loved his friends
One day it went to his head for he couldn´t pretend
His wanting sent him into excess
Soon he´d be a post teenage mess

His thoughts married his feelings
Like in so many minds
but paranoia breeds, like the common birds that fly
the ones he finds on television with his eyes

When the mind has no keeper
Chaos and insanity seep
He went from an ambitious young man
to a tortured monster

Although his destiny would be glory
despite his anguish and darkness in his life story
This man I´ve witnessed is no longer a mess
but a better man than me, if life is indeed a test