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(new) Shabby-Chic Sheep

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I’m a sheep.
Hear me bleat.
Shear my fleece
Cos bein a sheep aint cheap.
Take my wool.
Three bags full.
You must think me a fool
Yet ’tis i who stands tall.
I’m no shabby-chic sheep
That goes weak at the knees,
Asking to be fleeced.
Controlled consumer disease.
Democratic dictators.
Product placement.
Propaganda press.
Oppressed and repressed.
Celebrities side track us
While i watch society rust
And regress;
Though i confess
That i have faith in us
To rise and uprise
Through counsel of the truly wise.
To show true humanity and humility.
To resolve to evolve.
Looking for liberation.
Am i naive to believe
It could be so easy
As to break on through
To the Otherside
Of Love and Light
And the Eternal Mind?

Lyrics and photography by my own amateur hand.

(new) Daddies Little Girl

Let’s play a game of shame and pain
strip and whip her til she screams my name
hot wax splash from the candle aflame.
Daddies Little Girl…Daddies Little Girl.
tie her up and hold her down
a sock in her mouth to drown the sound
show daddy the pictures, he’ll be so proud.
Daddies Little Girl…Daddies Little Girl.
foreplay roleplay all night all day
i can’t hear what she’s trying to say
and it makes no difference in any case.
Daddies Little Girl…Daddies Little Girl…
Daddies Little Girl enjoys this twisted world.

(new) heart of the clown

the heart of the clown
is oft upside down.
he hides his hurt
with bursts of madness
to conceal the sadness
that he feels within.
he paints his grin, thick.
we all know it’s a trick
like a bald man with a wig
throwing midgets out of cars
a reprieve from his scars,
painted tears that never fall from his face
are his one saving grace in that place.
the big top won’t stop for him to cry
no matter how he tries,
so he hides his eyes in a custard pie.

new thoughts

God is a friend
but He pisses me off.
what does He know of loss?
who am i to to question the cost?
i know the rules, he remains aloft.
the rules are simple, give up the game
of ups and downs and
pleasure and pain.
find the middle path.
it’s easy and hard.
you can’t quit whatever you never start.
we are here because we want to be.
to experience materiality in it’s entirety.
with loss comes learning.
with a lack comes yearning.
with lust there is burning.
Goodness. Passion. Ignorance.
the material modes that we know.
Eating Mating Sleeping Defending
Birth Life Death Rebirth unending.
with release comes peace, after a while at least.
a lust for life is the nature of the beast,
i am no exception, no matter what i preach.
and so, the three modes, they have me high and low.
The middle path, both light and dark but the rules are hard…
No gambling.
No intoxicating substances.
No murder (includes meat eating).
No sex unless we wish to beget God’s bless through holiness.
four little rules for misguided fools like me and you.
don’t worry, rules are made to be broken,
From a lack of Dharma may Kharma be spoken.