Scrambled Notes

Scrambled notes and empty wine bottles

scatterbrained beyond reasonable doubt

listening to old tapes yelling fake Eurekas

and being consumed by the Blackness

shuffled down life’s throat

spit on by one’s peers

a strange fantasy indeed

to be stuck with nowhere to run 

Another week has come 'round

Another week has come 'round
shouting get back up!
You've been unconscious for too long
it's time
do that thing you do
you know, that proper job thing
oh, and bring some peanuts while you're at it

Another week has come 'round...

Lookgin at the Clock

Looking at the clock
I swear I'm nearly stalking it
waiting eagerly
in just a moment
anytime now
it'll ring
and say go

Approaching Corruption

Approaching Corruption

as the numbers in my pocket tenfold
and the duties I'm obligated to perform increase
Something strange is shaking
a dear belief of sorts
a certain thing once promised that
Should it come
All will end

Star-filled Room

So I'm sitting in a square
and pretty bare little room
White walls of winter
and four seasonal paintings
(saying quirks and perks)
The black benches are empty
and the red door says "exit"

As I look at the window above
a beautiful sky emerges
and I realize
that I'm sitting in a star-filled room

An Honest Question

How do they do it?

how do they just go to work every morning
how do they come home
and just doze off in front of a various assortment of screens

how do they repeat this cycle for so long
how do they sleep
knowing that tomorrow will just be more of the same

how do they just follow this path
how they die
with so little so show for

Red Letter Day

On this red letter day
when someone is punished simply for drawing
punished for expressing
punished for bringing humour

I'm more inspired than ever
inspired to fight for what's right
inspired to not to give in to the bullies

who called us names
back when we were doodling in school
and who now resort to violence
because they weren't taught the price of freedom
is that everyone gets a say

On this eve of the new year

On this eve of the new year
as darkness descends upon us
and the rockets start firing
when past is, for just a moment, forgotten
that one time when we can just focus on the present
and what's to come
That's when you'll see her
that one creature
that I desire
over all

Here's to the next calender
here's to her.

Dullwit

The rewards are said to be fleeting
oh how they were in the know
you usually think "If I do this, then everything will be OK"
and no more of all the dullwit


Liken your urge to an empty stomach
it will never stay full forever
and I've heard you shouldn't even try
but what do they know

Millennial Angst

It's an odd time to be alive in;
I'm sure others have felt this way before
But the future has never been so near
some folks make the claim that it's already here
everything seems to be in a limboish state
a transitional period perhaps

The Net really has changed everything
even the very act of which I am guilty of doing right now (06:41, 22.Oct-2014)
seems stupid, redundant, childish, nostalgic and out of date
"The Millennia has passed Mr.! (or Ms./Mrs. if that is what you prefer)"
And who the fuck still writes with pen and paper?
 What are you going to do with it? Release it as a paperback book-thing?
Stores are closing, jobs are a threatened species and everything is a cliché
Ever this, these very words that you have just read, this millennial angst as well.
"Just consume, man. You'll be fine, dude. You'll feel good, dawg."

Well, that's a page, so I'll stop here.
These are strange days indeed.

Priests in the Early Morning Dew

In that early morning hour
and I mean that really early one
when the sun is just a tiny bit too tired
and all the folks haven't quite risen yet
The distant street lights
almost hovering a few meters above sea level
For a fraction of a ½ second I thought I saw a rabbit
who knows if the sheep have awakened
I haven't noticed a rooster quite yet

And oh, the usefulness of the roadside-priests
guiding our way through this pitch black darkness
who knows, but perhaps they're supposed to be an aligory of real life.
But as someone once mentioned: "It's kinda funny how there are so many of them"

The End of Daydreams

I know I used to have them
Those long walks inside my head
strolling through the gardens of thought
a small walk besides the memory grove
feeling the winds of electrifying beaches 
and jumping through loops of neurons
hiding behind lumps of fat
hissing at other things like that

I don't have those anymore
some say it's the end of daydreams

Bedridden

These days when I wake up
I just stay in bed
and stare at a screen
sometimes it's a laptop
sometimes it's a television
but mostly it's phone
until I fall asleep again
I think I'm bedridden
in some strange 21st century kind of way

When The Water Turns Red

when the water turns red
and my veins start to appear again
when the dust is in the air
and my ears regain their sense of hearing

The soothing strange feeling of being intact
a small reward
and well worth it

her/everyday

i see her everyday
and every so often i think
this is the day
that i will finally be able
collect the necessary courage
to say "hi, i like you"
and not be terrified of what the answer will be

But that is not today...

Tedium

Everyday is the same
it's the same breakfast
the same show on the radio
the same news in the news
the carpenters are still there
there is still a mountain to climb
and another one is always right behind it as well

the same dinner
the same weather
the same McJob
the same McSchool
the same house
the same room
the same bed
the same dream.

Mr. Rye

gently fall apart
gladly light a spark
friends never lie
said the enemy of my enemy: Mr. Rye

Clogging the Tubes

Open the store
start the sale
your life is nothing without our style
so go brag about it on your wall
where friends pretend to care
but in reality are just clogging the tubes
that carry your current existence

Childish Jealousy

I know that this childish and all around unproductive
sense of jealousy helps
in exactly nothing

But for some reason
it keep coming back to haunt
keeps returning to its previous owner
all around nonchalantly arrogant
and pissed off

Crowing Cock

Ingesting that red liquid
let it flow down
and ruin my bowel movements
let it flow down
and build up my high.

The soothing sounds of a hangover
that annoying crowing cock
bankrupting my mental capacity for patience
and resistance to sunlight