In My Head

Talk apple and eat words
sing songs like psychedelic birds
the world's a picture hanging on the wall
the shrub in my garden grew so tall
how many lights shook the base?
the adjectives were only a phase.

To Everland

Look at us!
We're on a blue bus
flying to the highest heights,
thinking through each others' minds
We love us

The sun takes a dip in the obscures
a breeze says hello,
you ask them to come away from the stove
the rain sings my songs to you
The rain thinks it knows my love
Snicker,
let the fool delude
WE love us

let's play on the tide
now there's no place for the voices to hide
let's sleep on the sand
watch planets collide
smug,
my world is yours and your world is immortal
We love us

A stroll in your labyrinth makes me smile
cataclysm marries grace when you speak to me
sculpt my days, take my hand,
we belong in Everland!


-To her,who puts my sky where it belongs.

Christmas in Apocalypse

Hit First,
Hit hard,
hit everywhere
clouds burst
vultures snicker
pain everywhere
quivers empty themselves
diving toxic elves
flowers wither during the infernal day
birds forget what to say
Things did, are and may
One thousand boxes open this day
the death of this world is a gunshot away
pray your soul out this christmas day.

Broken Chair

Stay Down, child!
The gluttons have gone wild!
I see meat rain
men,women and children in pain.
The monster's mastered his disguise
what was foretold comes as no surprise
souls burst out in fire
your spirit is on hire
rainbow of destruction,
weapons of mass construction
Life reduced to stumps,
stumps reduced to ashes
Green is dead,
Colours  have faded
Either Black or white,
keep your toys out of sight!

Pyrotechnic

there was a day of darkness
in its bowels grew emptiness
in its heart grew a tree
mortal angels still saw black
felt mysteries and girth of the dark
stars? oh! obscene!
skies bled
rage poured red
dwellings burned!
A world turned!
light is born!
World is Dead!
light is born!
but all is dead!
a stalk through their smiling head!
play with birth,
play with fire
Count the days,
kill desire
take my wings,
fly away
keep your thoughts
for another day.

One Dreamer,Half a Dog and a Piece of Cloth

I

Somewhere the moon is laughing at me
while reason clouds my ability
somewhere a baby is bawling
while a horsecart spikes my airwave
the sweet minister has cheated
the queen was mistreated
but remorse isn't a royal trait
the worm of pride is a swell bait
doors don't always open to freedom
windows don't always close to safety
the dog jumped for the worm
his eyes shut firm
Now,
the canine condition is unknown
but they say t'was foretold

II
I've fallen into a machine
a rodent's on the system system
her fabric is torn
a fiefdom born
wait for your turn
feel her burn
those who lied,
came fat and died

The Sky is a Mirror

HE took her on a long ride,out of the city drones,into the obscures. The path was neat.Like a straight,black space clinically cut between the plush green hair of a huge monster. The white lines on it glowed,like they were welcoming his girl into the wilderness.The moon had a strange halo around it. Such a night would have been a broken record without the stars that winked at the mortals every now and then. the staunch black sky was studded with millions of these stars. He pulled over the middle of nowhere,a place that was lit solely by a very voyeuristic moon. He took his shirt off and gave it to his freezing sweetheart,rested his bare back on the hot bonnet and said to his love-"when will you ever love me?"

Just Another Simulation

Stroll down the lane
watching a rising dot
the day begins to rot
the pyre burns like a cigarette
in the garden of insanity,sanity stands little chance
MURDER! MURDER!
there's thunder beneath the grass
he wants to trade it for some grass
she thought she saw the sun
but wished it was more fun


The water cries for you now
human compassion will take a bow
under the skies
on false floors,life hits a new low
truth is sealed in a box
the polluted wall talks
a rabid dog barks
do we all know where this is going?
the labyrinth of conception was set on fire!
ARSON!ARSON!
there's water under my skin
bones so thin
and satan in my veins
with blood in my aura


it's slightly difficult to walk in the sky
easier to think before you die
over my head,thoughts collide
inside my head,a cold wind blows
wish i knew what they had inside
wish i bothered to bother
baked beans for breakfast?
sound could travel faster than light!
my joints burn faster than yours
arthritis can skip it's turn
because mary jane was naked under her covers
sloppy feet,dry lips
i want to see the last explosion of the last explosion
but then again
sound could travel faster than light
sound could travel faster than light
can't you get your basics right?

The Orange of Morphine

He walked alone,barefoot.On orange-red asphalt.He could smell burning human meat all around him-on the periphery of the path,from him-it emanated and choked him like some peevish noxious gas,but he inhaled it,because his brittle heart was broke.It floated in matrix in microscopic fragments.Still,something kept him walking,something made his feet numb to the infernal orange,something tuned his nose to the fatal fragrance,the cliche,the overly human emotion.

His tongue felt super-glued to the floor of his mouth whenever he wanted to say it,ironically because he meant it beyond the imaginable contours of what is known as the "universe" to human-kind.he did not want to lose her.She made him.She made him believe that it's OK to be a man.It was her relentless energy that made him atleast crawl on with his morbid life.Death was imminent,like viewing the back of the net of a goalpost from the six-yard box,it stood right in the midst of his pitch-dark future.His nights were not about revelry,dope,revolutionary bullshit or alcohol-flavored jam sessions anymore.they had become perpendicular inversions of whatever it was.

The nights were moribund now.the pain crept in,he wept his pain out,made some seditious statement that incited his dead emotions against life.Then it happens-"Blood say hello to morphine.Morphine,say hello to blood".Then Keith Moon,Roger Daltrey,Pete Townshend,Jim Morrison and the likes would sing him their famous lullabies.

When his heavy eyelids shut and impose their weight on his sagging skin under his eyes,he finds the portal to the otherside of the world.There,he looks at her chocolate brown eyes(a subtle cover of milk chocolate over the traditional dark chocolate),dips in it's unfathomable elixir.He was a word-smith,and he could sculpt words off air,like breeze that hits you hard while walking in a park,or a cake for that matter,that's when he realised that wordsmiths embrace vanity.He shut open his eyes to reality.the sudden surge of pragmatic prudence sprinted across his sole-soul.he was Broken.she had broken him.She was the only one who could do that to him.all of it,and as she stationed herself as a star on the sky of another sun-monger,a scream screamed its last scream,and he was gone,just like that,like dust in the wind,absorbed into thin air.FOR ETERNITY

Solipsism,Freedom

What are you doing here?

What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
I know what you want.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.


Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.
You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do

Everything