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"Butts" 1
If I were a bar stool and
I could pinch
Think of the butts I could do and
The squeals I would hear

If I had arms
I could caress the backs
Of those who sat
Even those who were fat

Because that’s what I’m for and
That’s what I love
Lots of people
All sizes and shapes

Sitting on me
All night long
On and Off
Until the close of night

After which I sit
All forlorn
Until the next morn
Wehn they come for
"Chase & Sanborn

“Circles” 2

You’re supposed to eat cake
Not save it
You’re supposed to save money
Not spend it

Because one you got rid of
The other you kept
They are opposites
And opposites attract

So that means
That cake and money
Are drawn towards
Each other

If that’s the case
Then money is spent
To buy cake
Which you ate

So you got rid of one
The other you also
Got rid of
Therefore there’s none to save

“Magic” 3

Because of my
Never ending fears
Of which I can’t
Let go

I am constantly
Over awed with
Emotion and filled
With never ending pain

“I do believe in magic”
“I do believe in magic”
I repeat over and over
So far, no magic

Where can I go
To find what I need
Is there such a place
Or is it a lost cause

I have been to
Numb numb land
I don’t want to go there again
So I will stay in Feardom

For now.

“Faces” 4

Many
Faces
Of
Disenchantment

Having all
Of your
Ideals
Destroyed

Putting your
Illusions
About yourself
Away

Thinking about
All of the
False ideas
That come

Faces hidden
Behind masks
Of
Unreality

Faces beneath
The many
Facets of
Secrets

“Escaping” 5

Because my emotions
Are running overtime
I won’t trust
I can only hide

Anywhere or anyhow
That I can
The best means of escape
Is inside my mind

It is from there
That I can weigh and wait
Make my decisions and
Then act upon them

But still stay in
My ever changing
Multi-facet mind
Doing what I do best

Hide, only letting out
Who I want
When and if I want
Maybe for a minute

Maybe for years

“Escaping” 6

Because my emotions
Are running overtime
I won’t trust
I can only hide

Anywhere or anyhow
That I can
The best means of escape
Is inside my mind

It is from there
That I can weigh and wait
Make my decisions and
Then act upon them

But still stay in
My ever changing
Multi facet mind
Doing what I do best

Hide, only letting out
Who I want
When and if I want
Maybe for a minute

Maybe for years

“Unique” 7

Ranting at the dying of the light
Crying over the enveloping of the dark
Sensing the coming of all decay
Feeling the morose of most people

Becoming what you didn’t want
Being an entity of psychic forces
Getting swept away in a mind torrent
Of wondrous gigantic waves of oceanic waterfalls

When you become completely manic
And have no control over any part of yourself
The only thing you want are all the intense
Feelings that you can crowd into yourself

Put everything you have into everything you do
You’re not afraid of anything you or anyone
You can and will do anything bad or good
Nothing is too extraordinary

Being someone who you’re not
So high that if you fall it could
Be from the C.N. Tower
Then you need time to get well once more

What a roller coaster my life is
There are so many ups and downs
Twist and turns that you’re not completely
Aware of being you all the time
It seems like you are a great many people

“Journey” 8

Silly rambling’s
Is what this
Is all about
An idle whim

Rushing through
Your head
Like a tornado
Picking up debris

Willy nilly
Beaming in on
Whatever you find
Becoming for an altered moment

Never choosing
Only letting
Your thoughts
Go helter skelter

Reaching back
To long ago times
Telling their own
Tales of woe

Jumping ahead
Hoping for relief
From this agony
Of mind scatter

Wondering if
Time will help
And you can be
Let our of your prison

Beaming in on
Whatever you find
Becoming for an altered moment

“Mystery” 9

I was fished out
Of the river this morning
All broken and water logged
How I got there is beyond me

I’m lying here in my hospital bed
Trying desperately to figure it out
Was I a victim of some misguided soul
Or do I have enemies that hate me so

How do I begin to unravel the mystery
Do I wait for someone to find me
But do I chance it, it could be an enemy
But then again it might be a friend

Do I have any?
Am I married with children
Maybe I’m single or divorced
What kind of work am I in?

Until I can answer some of these questions
I guess I have no choice but stay here
And hope it’s a friend and not a foe
That shows up and embraces me

“Invitation” 10

I found the giant door
In the wall of night
I opened it and stepped through
I found a lot of mysteries solved

I now know where all
The socks go that are
Lost from the clothes
Dryer and aren’t found

I know how the caramel
Is put in between the
Layers of chocolate
In a Cadbury bar

I know why some people
Hate other people just
Because of their different
Skin colour or race

And I know why
Chickens cross the road
It’s not just to
Get to the other side

Won’t you step through and find out?


“Mate” 11
I was lost
You found
I knocked
You opened

I speak
You listen
I write
You read

I need
You give
I want
You still give

I ask
You fulfill
I cry
You hold

I look
You find
I wonder
You answer

I frown
You stop me
I smile
You do too

“Places” 12

Trash pile for broken dreams
Kingdoms that time forgot
Air-castles for forgotten images
Domains for misplaced youths

In airspace you castle-speak
And spend castle seconds
Building castles in the sand
So you can change the time

If you go back
You will go and visit misplaced feelings
Maybe see some forgotten images and
Begin by piling broken dreams again

If you go forward
You will visit airspace and castle speak and
Play in the sand castles
That took only castle seconds to build

In realms of misplaced youth
Where things move that shouldn’t
You can visit your tower and
Maybe find your forgotten skill of

Castle building all by yourself
Where you can change your words
Change mood, change your mind, and
Come back from where you are

“Places” 13

Trash pile for broken dreams
Kingdoms that time forgot
Air-castles for forgotten images
Domains for misplaced youths

In airspace you castle-speak
And spend castle seconds
Building castles in the sand
So you can change the time

If you go back
You will go and visit misplaced feelings
Maybe see some forgotten images and
Begin by piling broken dreams again

If you go forward
You will visit airspace and castle speak and
Play in the sand castles
That took only castle seconds to build

In realms of misplaced youth
Where things move that shouldn’t
You can visit your tower and
Maybe find your forgotten skill of

Castle building all by yourself
Where you can change your words
Change mood, change your mind, and
Come back from where you are

“Forever” 14

I have opened
The door to forever
And it’s called
Imprisonment of the mind

When you have
Been brainwashed
That’s exactly
What it is

You’re locked in
Whatever was there
Is all you know
Until you either escape

Or you stay there
In a pit of
No return
Lost forever

In someone’s
Made up world
Of their imagings
Their thoughts of

How it should be


“Mind Scatter” 15

My mind is a wandering gypsy
It’s very colorful
And full of ideas
But it mostly is a thief

It steals my time
It takes my memories
And brings them back
When I don’t want them

It spoils my living now
It won’t concentrate
And can’t focus
It refused to be fair

It does what it wants
It goes in every direction
It brings me up
And pulls me way down

When it’s full of scatter
Then I’m far too preoccupied
To know what I should do
So then really what does it matter

“Here” 16

When I was there
You were here
When I was here
You were there

Now that I am here
And you are there
Stay there
And let me be here

Locked inside yourself there
Freedom for me here
Pushing it away there
Taking it for me here

Losing yourself there
Finding myself here
Hating yourself there
Loving myself here

Alone with yourself there
Alone with myself here
Where you hate it there
I love it here

“Ids” 17

The many ids of me
Fear is my name Scared stiff is my game

Laughter is my name
Wrinkles is my game

Tears is my name
Flooding is my game

Wonder is my name
Awe struck is my game

Manic is my name
Tiredness my game

Depression is my name
Sleeping is my game

The many ids of me

“Fear” 18

The fear is overpowering
What to do with it
Put it in your back pocket
And sit on it

For how long
Do you think
I can hold it
Until it escapes

The fear is overpowering
What to do with it
Put it in your shoe
And walk on it

For how long
Do you think
It will stay there
Until it escapes

The fear is overpowering
What to do with it
Put it in your heart
And let it beat

“Huh”! 19

Falling from space
From I know not where
Just landing with a bump
Looking around

Not knowing where I am
Only knowing here I am
Can’t say anything
Not aware of who or what I am

Where did I come from?
How did I get here?
Who am I?
Can we shoot me?

It feels like I’ve
Been here before
In this position
In this time slot

It doesn’t feel right
My body
It feels strange
Like a surrealistic one

Do I carry on
From here
Or do I go back
But where?

“Memories” 20

In the land of
Forgotten memories
Where things are
Not what they were

New things are
Remembered
Old things seen
Differently

Things are brought
To light
Never to be in
The dark again

Although you wish
They could be
Now that there here
What to do with them

You’d like to share
But don’t think
You should because
They are yours

No one else
Will care or
Maybe
Care too much

“Power” 21

Everywhere you look
Frozen, cold ice
The branches glistening
Are very heavy

The wires laden
The trees falling
And broken
The hydro poles down

We now begin
The cold
Interval that is
Now ‘POWER’

First find candles,
Flashlights and batteries
Then starting to feel
The cold, the deep cold

The fireplace lit,
warming only there
No water, hot or cold
No flushing anymore

Going to bed dressed
Underneath mountains
Of blankets and
Shivering until warm

Survival has now
Become our
Only pass time
Survival of the fittest

Showers at the emergency center
Total ecstasy
Hot meals from ingenuity
Supplies at a premium

Despair sets in
Frustration and anger
‘WHEN’ we lament
Will we have ‘POWER’


"Sculpting" 22

As I stand here
Gazing at the
Beauty
Your all swirls

The detail
The work
The beauty
The cold

The air cuts
Like a knife
The cold like
Beauty

It must have
Hurt this cold
Cutting and sculpting
And watering

Body fluids
Sticking to your
Face
While you work

How beautiful
The finished
Piece
“Glacier Saloon”

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 13.01.2010

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