Friday, April 30, 2004

This is to you

This is the all the haters who can't read the top of this damn page actually it is to the one hater who made an entry disappear


You are the malevolent scum,
the monstrous aberration,
you seek only to scathe,
your psyche is diabolic,
you delight in anguish,
you think you are clever,
but you are not,
you are feebleminded and grotesque,
your ill nature is proven by your ill intentions,
you are all that is amiss with this existence,

Thursday, April 29, 2004

Forever Awake

anguish of knowing,
kill the everlasting dream,
forever awake

Monday, April 26, 2004

Essence of the dream

Essence of the dream,
a mismatched day,
harmless it may seem,
but you are going to pay,

eyes wide open,
mind closed shut,
soul reopen,
know what's what,

venture in the void,
where kings lie,
all hopes of sleep destroyed,
stare death eye to eye,

ode to "Thy shinny penny send forth from thy gods"

Thy empty pockets and thy hungry mouth,
One penny needed to get thy satisfactions,
Searching east, west, north and south,
A dime trapped thy retrieval proved impossible actions,
Cold automatic entrance unleash thy cold wind,
On thy wood bench the moment seemed grim,
Light shined down upon thy penny glowing,
A golden penny lay left behind,
Thy gods have blessed thee hymn,
Sent in need and received,
Now we walk the world knowing

Saturday, April 24, 2004

Ardor Poison

lay in the rain,
stare into the sky,
remember the sane,
swiming in the eyes,

you smiled brightly,
with a light sigh,
you were one with the breath,
into the blood you soaked,

sudden throbbe in the head,
grow the scorching pain,
wish you were dead,
the contaminated soul

Friday, April 23, 2004

Are Awaking

The distant land,
flowing from my hand,
out streched arms,
holding out the pain,
the broken chest,
rising with every breath,
sweat pours down,
the crippled brow,
over the open left eye,
spilling with tears,
the blood trickles
the open wounds,
Saturating the fleah,
five more minutes,
five more minutes of rest

Crinkle Crackle

Although useless,
Although meaningless,
the world is there,
The days pass by,
if you vaule them,
or not,
Crinkle Crackle,
Crinkle Crackle

Thursday, April 22, 2004

Survival of the mind

~tick~ ~tock~,
time slows to a stop,
my mind screams from within,
A sudden understanding,
"nothing matters",
the world crumbles down,
all around,
the lights dims,
into the dark,
There I am alone
and i wonder
is that ok?
(dedicated to Josh)

The Itch

Do you feel it?
crawling up your spine?
under your skin,
moving every so cautiously,
up,
the desire,
the need,
you feel it growing,
you want,
you require,
it becomes unbearable,
you succumb to it,

Capes, Drapes, and grapes

The vine grows,
the hero appears,
but I close the drapes,
I know not the joys,
I know not the pains,
I just want to sleep,
is that ok?
(dedicated to B)

Chain letters

bronze crystal ice,
reflecting the tears,
it seamed so nice
than i had on to many beers,
Why does it have to be this way,
drunk and alone,
trying to make it through the day,
i wish i would of known,
Chain letters are true,
If only you knew,
how true,

Rock

I often wonder the value of sanity,
is it really worth it,
the price is reason
and dreamless nights,
no adventures,
no thoughts,
numb,
and mindless,
like a rock

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Chronicles of the Hobo Part I

I am a hobo,
you know it,
my shoes are plastic bags,
from k-mart,
my pants are paper bags,
from save a lot
my shirt is a cloth bag,
I stole from an old lady,
my hat is a broken shoe,
I stole it brand new,
I travel from place to place,
with a stick,
satchel attached,
hopping on moving trains,
sneaking in car trunks,
I sleep where I want,
I sleep in a box,
or under your car,
maybe in your front lawn,
Get up you bum
you say,
I smile and tip my cap,
No sir, I am a hobo,
I say,
good day to you sir,
I say,
I am a hobo,
hear my mighty decaying cough

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Begin

Hidden in the dark,
it is there,
waiting for day,
for the end,
for you see,
everything is dark,
in the beginning

Monday, April 19, 2004

Tiao-Toao

The Real Reverence
Is Perfect Humanity
A Ludicrous Comprehension
Of Myriad Simplicity
The Aloof Embrace
Of Kind Carnage
A Conscious Comatose
Of Hideous Rapture

Teddy bear

Teddy Bear,
Teddy Bear,
just sitting there,
looking there,
without a care,
what's your secret,
what do you know,
why do smile without control,
Lucidly vague,
like a rotten egg,
life is a wasting,
but you just sit there,
Mr. Teddy Bear

Sunday, April 18, 2004

knowledge

I feel I am going to die,
I feel it in my left eye,
something I did,
something I know,
forbidden fruit,
knowledge untold,
its in my head,
rock'n my brain,
jump'n and bump'n,
not a moment to rest,
knowledge must be told ,"oh yes"

View

magic window,
show me a magic land,
where faires live and play,
i gaze through the window,
the world passes by,
I stare into it,
into forever,
I age,
crumble into dust,
i still gaze out the window

Yes my friend believe it

Nick: who are you?
B: I am me
Nick: but what if you weren't
B: who am I kidding I don't know who I am
Nick: is it the journey that matters or the quest, the goal. Is the world indifferent to the plights and sufferings as well as the joys and lustful actions? Or is it simply a question of relativity? How much are you experiencing in relation to what you have experienced? Does it come out even? Is it possible to be screwed from the womb?
B: I would say so
Nick: yes my friend believe it

Nick: I think I can get you some drugs if you need um, some zoloft?
B: LOL, no I'm good
Nick: are you sure?
B: I have vicodin if needed from my surgery
Nick: I can make a mad vicodin, zoloft, vodka cocktail on the rocks
B: of death
Nick: shaken not stirred, well I only promise you will not be depressed anymore,living is another thing all together
B: living is gay
Nick: plus I can guarantee that you will feel no pain, you probable couldn't even feel anything, even if I poked you with a stick
B: o man, that's awesome
Nick: yes my friend believe it

Nick: maybe there is a whole hidden race
Josh: that eats hot
Nick: whose sole purpose is to be everywhere you are not, anywhere were you can not see, they stay out of pictures and TV but only for the channels and magazine you watch and look at, what if they hide behind your shadow and every time you move bam there right there, feel their cold breath down your neck, a itch on back, where you know they are touching you
Josh: tis true
Nick: yes my friend believe it

understand

know,
the world,
know,
your mind,
know,
your body,
know,
your soul,
know,
everything,
and understand,
nothing

Saturday, April 17, 2004

Listen

listen now and listen well,
for i am only going to say this once,

did you hear what i said?

Yesterday

Yesterday,
smiles,
happy,
arms,
you,
me,
yesterday,
tomorrow

Am sleeping,

The silent sound,
the open space,
an empty mouth,
the stale air,
in the void,

it is there,
watching you,
from behind the shadow,
into the darkness,
but that is where,
you expect it to be,
not staring into your face,
in the brightest of light,
it watches,

its murmuring whisper echoing in your ear,
its clear reflection glaring in your eye
its hot breath rushing down your neck,
its sweet liquid trickling in your mouth,
its stern stench swirling in your nostrils,
its eternal rapture swimming inside your head

Thursday, April 15, 2004

The empty bottle.

In from shines,
A as destination,
Then that is,
to disappear the,
what painter am,
hopes

the a down,
tiny the I,
suddenly once gone,
wish before sky,
does I just,
faded

night tiny into,
glow ancient stare,
the sent I,
upon I turns,
it am a,
with

sky star the,
emerges light deep,
glow its look,
a can blank,
mean not dreamer,
the

a far reflective,
from reaches into,
fades light up,
star ever A,
I not who's,
tiny

tiny far empty,
the its the,
the to into,
but think blank,
am artist dreams,
glow

light away bottle,
bottle final bottle,
star me sky,
They "I Wish" canvas
no I and,
inside

the empty bottle

(*note read each line slowly, a five numonic count, to grasp its importance and meaning. It doesn't hurt to hold your head at a 90 degree angel while reading)

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Toliet

feel the burn,
the ashen air,
the crusted earth,
the soul is upon you,
creeping from the darkness,
the mirror of truth,
will soon show face,
and all will pay,
for this day,
when the world was born,
ploop,
flush,
gone

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Seed

the tree is dead,
the rive flows from it,
snakes and dinosours flow out,
eating the heart of light,
then the green glow expoldes,
into the infinite sun,
the evil of the world dies,
but that is when the new,
tfhe new are a sigular body,
composed of the diamond in the roof,
it swings at thee,
waiting for the bell to ring,
the fight will not start,
without the seed of your mind

winds

The winds of the western sun call to me,
a sudden jingle in my ear,
a tiny tingle apon my breast,
a slow rush over my mind,
a cold chill down my back,
a tiny bubble under my skin,
a buring glare in my eye,
a bitter taste on my tounge
a crisp stench inside my nose
The winds call to me,
My time of final choice has come,
Do I return to the past that has forsaken me,
or leave it all behind,
and risk losing myself as well.

Me

Feel Me
Touch Me,
Smell Me,
Rub Me,
Taste Me,
Hold Me,
Love Me,

War

Nick: my alien fetus glows green though
B: that means it a homosexual alien
Nick: well than at least it's not unisexed
B: mine is a sexual
Nick: just sexual?
B: asexual, LOL
Nick: it could be, but just imagine if you were asexual
B: that would be the shit
Nick: you would have so many kids by now. It would be like B Jr. the 40th
B: u damn right
Nick: if everyone was asexual there would be no wars
B: if everyone was dead there would be no wars
Nick: true, I say we go for that

Sunday, April 11, 2004

Walking in the Shadow

Walking in the shadow,
cold and lonely,
staring at her back,
as she steadly walks on,
you suddenly stop,
the dark mistress,
gets angry,
but once you know,
there is light,
blocked out,
by the shadow,
her shadow,
You can see right through her

`}> NICK <{`

Friday, April 09, 2004

tiny bubbles

tiny bubbles in the air,
flying through the air,
without a care,
you knew,
that the bubbles would pop,
encloseing it,
between your hands,
POP,
all i could do is watch

~/}NICK{\~

Thursday, April 08, 2004

Nipple Tassels

Spining round and round,
Bright and flashy,
catches your eye,
spin baby spin,
up and down,
round and round,
can't look away,
can't even pay,

~[ Nick ]~

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

The hole

The hole is deep inside,
eats the stick,
kills the rock,
breaks the water,
smothers the air,
anilailation is the beginning,
the beginning of nothing

~{| Nick |}~

Owl

the owl in dark,
looking out into the sun,
the world burns bright,
the owl in the dark,

~|`Nick`|~

Ice Cream Cone

My ice cream cone,
it melted long ago,
I wish it was mine,
nice and cold,
ice cream cone,
why do you taunt me,
why do you flaught,
why can't I taste you,
succulent sweet,
so good I could eat,
all there is a sticky puddle,
but a memory,
of my dear ice cream cone,

~|- Nick -|~

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

black jack

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~|\\ NICK //|~

Wake

The little coffee shop,
in the street,
I watch the world,
pass by,
the wheel of time,
spins and grinds,
the world above,
when its my time,
The hall will open,
As I stroll down it,
I look into the windows,
I see what has been,
Then I come to a door.

|~{ NICK }~|

Mellow Marsh

Rain from the sky,
filling the below of the land,
the sugar sweet of her lips,
drips into the cream of her skin,
melting into a marsh,
the mellow marsh,

The marsh is narrow
wide,
and deep,
It taste so sweet,

The marsh overflows,
the sweet liquid,
spilling over the land,
into the valleys,

The mellow marsh,
is from which,
all life emerges,
the womb of all,

Suculent and sweet,
a taste you can not beat,
the mellow marsh,
is the dream,
a dream we all seek,

~|[ Nick ]|~


Luster

All the luster,
you can muster,
the earth will shake,
and the heavens fall,
a simple breath,
in summers air,
it whips the back,
bleeds the soul,
rots the flesh,
crumbles into sand,
the hour glass will empty,
and the last grain will fall,
all the muster,
you can luster,

|~|-Nick-|~|

We See

The eyes of all,
all but we,
for we see,
Hate,
Love,
the dream
of you and me.
~-| NICK |-~

Monday, April 05, 2004

dRIPPLE

When your tired
and feel alone
you dripple
its a little bit
but it means so much
and sometimes
it means to little
but the important thing
is to remember
a dripple is not forgotten
>---NICK---<

Sunday, April 04, 2004

Hope

Pandora's Box contained Death famine plague, disease, pain, panic, lies and all the evils man kind suffers. It all was contained in this box. Lies originated from this box. Even the most important lie of all, hope. Hope is the lie we tell ourselves to get through the day. Hope is the lie we tell ourselves to go to sleep; hoping that tomorrow will be a better day. Its the drug the quick fix knowing that things may be better. Hope tells us that the sun will always rise after it has set. We believe in the lie. Hope is really man's greatest Evil. It is an addiction. It only shows its Evil when you realize you lost all hope. Then the truth sets in it was all a lie, you never had hope and for forever you will have no hope.
Extracted from my book
"Mind Education Recreation: The Story of Nothing"
----by: Nick

Ribs

Ever wonder the meain of life?
or
Ever wonder why woman exist?
One word for yea


"God" took adams rib and ate it. Then being the "smart all powerfull being" he said if i eat all his ribs he'll die. So I'll make a woman to have babys. So he did and they had babys and god eats us when we die."
----by: Nick

<3 Rise

Let the rain fall as i walk,
The block sits steady,
Ready my meal made of cat,
Come on down if you're ready.

As the cow runs the mile, just think about it.
Never again will you see your precoious,
flop the donkey.
Josh

The pH of my life

well right now the stream of my life is such that my pH factor will not allow for people to bath in my blood
for you see that the eye of the west is closer than the east
crosseyed and bewilder i ran
up and down
but not side to side
and the echos rang out loud from the bell of the white goddess
which was under foot to the big black cloud
then the lighting stuck and it missed
for you see the river of my life is such that the end could be today
and today is not a very good day
so i lay my bridge
and say good day
for it may be the last
or maybe just the first
---by: Nick

So-Me

Roses like tulips ,
the flowers of sex,
may your mouse bop your dog,
and shutup your red pen,
for ten is a thought,
that you may ought,
to be somebody
----by: Nick