Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Pity Sex: Don't You Feel Sorry for "Me"?

pity sex:
don't you feel sorry for "me"?
sure, my pants
are rotting off my ass,
the teeth are fallin
outta my head...
I got a disease
I got an addiction
but I'm still cute,
ya think?

Don't have much to say,
not really accountable
for all my pain;
didn't I mention?
didn't I tell ya
whose fault it all
was?
You think I'm livin
in the past?
But somehow
I know
you got somethin good
to give.

see how my face lights up
when you believe?

la la la la
da da da
sure I'm a star
but my light burned out

and my needs...?
they ain't gettin met
didn't I tell ya?
I don't like to talk much about it
I'd rather
sink down under it
and under you

with this pill or booze
whatever you wanna do

let me get down
under ya

please?
I'm needy,

and into your skin

I'm sure you're a goddess
I'm sure it will be good
to feel the love you have to give
since I can't give it
to myself

let's get down
and under
and into each other's

skin

you show me
what this thing is
you call love
but whatever you do

don't think this will last


nothing ever lasts;
that's the world we live in
and I'm livin proof
I'm so afraid
running towards my death..
C'mon, take my hand,
we'll stop runnin and rest;
coz you know and I know
it's all shit
(and that's
my private secret).

Friday, September 30, 2011

To Change, or Die

He who is not busy Changing is busy Dying.
- Bob Dylan

Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Deaths Before Death

No need here to make a "case" of my judgments, my own bigotry.
(It just attracts MORE.)
I'm facing the Real, head-on...
Is my ego-trip an evil trip? Am I hurting someone here?
Or is this just a small form of DEATH?
How shall I accommodate these small deaths each day -
before the real thing comes along?

Thursday, September 27, 2007

The Way of Faerie, I - The Elements

The Way of Faerie

You cannot control a spirit,
for a deva, especially, is wild
coming from the elements
she will also help you return to the elements
when you are
ready to die

In the world of Faerie
death is a regular,
if not seasonal event.

Faerie is born of aether
fire, air, earth and water
and works hard to keep
the heart of the human pulsating
and aware
they ask us believe
in order to help us see
how closed our hearts can be,
they outline the requirement
that we drop our attachments
to the contraptions of the mind
they may or might also take away
our minds

thereby enabling us
to get free