Saturday, November 29, 2008


"menja bé, caga
fort i no tinguis por a
la mort!" my good friends

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grand schemes of man pause
nature calls in her own ryhme
we laugh at her joke

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Margaret Thatcher
in tweed skirt and trousers with
a pair of brown pumps

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This is just plain gross
A defecating statue
Made me go, like, yuck.

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shitting on christmas
is a festive thing to do
better than spending

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the moneymen squeeze
and the credit is crunchy
your name is Jacques Merde

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Improper function
Input without an output
Leaves us full of shit

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saved the best for last
pardoning myself early
let them wipe my ass.

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"Thanks for Gravity"
Grace before letting one go
is appropriate.

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The most over-rated:
Fucking. Shitting, most under-
opines the old man.

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Finally, whew!
The wise men show,
They couldn't have known
I need to poo!

Sunday, November 23, 2008


born in the darkness
this music moves through the blood
out into the world

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deep reaching desires
follow the guitar cable
to the hands that play

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Angst and misspent youth
crushed against a throbbing stage,
so glad I did that!

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A secret confessed
It's trite I know but I have
always loved Hopey

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Under the hot lights
equal parts inspiration
sweat blood -- we rock!

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When I was thirteen
my whole life changed in one night
a rock and roll show

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primal expression refined
thru technology
amplification of spirit

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troubadour of his age sings
exhilaration
vibration joins all to one

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Instruments, lights, GO!
The rockin' band is on stage
Crowd roars approval.

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WHO concert, rowdy
Hot dogs hit the opening act
"Fuck off Toronto"

Saturday, November 15, 2008



contemplation of the all
silent spirals bloom
body mind space time intertwine

heartbeat of the universe
rhythmic pulse of life
creator's fractal echo

the eternal conduit
particle & wave
love's total expression, light

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Yantra for humankind,
engraved in stone
in transit through hereafter

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The essence of One
Encompassing all the world
Truth, simplicity

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Under the bodhi
tree sits the universe, legs
crossed and infinite

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Bodhisattva free
sitting 'neath a tree, opening
but is it still me?

Sunday, November 9, 2008


nature sighs... ready
echos of her lullaby
leaves of red & gold

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leaves of red & brown
fall upon the mossy ground
tells the trees are bare

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The harvest over
chill winds scrape the northern hills
winter is coming

-

Colors of autumn
nature's beautiful palette
fades to gray and black

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The song changes now.
Listen, notes invisible
choir eternal

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Brights, earthtones and white
The seasons hottest colours.
Gaia get's it right!

Saturday, November 1, 2008


the victim of fame
stands on old chewing gum and
is shot by both sides

so soon the fame passed
and then the crowd moved away
to new distractions

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vapid and preening
how now, miss america
your children laid low

bow to the idol
worshippers of the profane
your mistress hungers

once clothed in scarlet
now cunningly veiled in white
beware, that false light

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I have a problem!
It is urgent, and pressing.
Where's the ladies room?

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Isn't she stunning?!
Wrapped up in toilet tissue
Shower Pouf Headpiece.

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Paparazzi gape
at the wrong set of shaved legs
emulating coy

Gender confusion
generates sad illusion
and social delusion

Bleach-blond spike heels and
haute couture scream to the world:
where's my chihuahua?

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what we once thought was
glamorous we know now is
the scourge of mankind

she come she go she
stumble hard she overdose
out the light she gone

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red convertible
route sixty-six eddie's comb
white shooz blue teevee

somewhere a vogue shoot
anywhere trailer trash dreams big
everywhere flows cash

beverly hills to
bal harbour to milano
on to baghdad babe

streamline my toaster
airstream the dream white knight come
pawn the diamond ring

tomatoes grow here
snow soon come and black men lead
rejoice in retreat