Untiez. . .

Slit open this mind,

Lest that yesterday what things heart shut.



I want to dream away the day,

As I wake up from a sleep,

left me wanting more

not to dream anymore of the night,

only to have my day beside

and try to make use of it as my pillow

to sleep in more than before.


Winter’s lamentations are almost at my city.

Autumn is near at my street.

Mid autumn air illuminates my nose.

While all of the air here gathers into my mind clouds not,

yet clears nothing but my stress which gather

into a clearing of a liner paper that stacks.


. . . play me a whisper

when my heart sheltered of an undying love.

. . . leave that ground and touch my sole

where I needed to reminded that I may lay

on the ground to believe that I held you where you were not.

. . . to make my mind a fertile soil of evil lust among women

that always makes me more wanting of such sin,

not against them for I am always left dried and soulless

in the absence of what should be what love was meant to be.

Fly baby fly

You are,

you were,

and still here.

You remain,

you stand,

and stood

still here you are.

Always thereafter and hereafter,

the now and then of things that never stops

and as silent as the creation of what is and what was.

You once told civilization,

it will be up when they cannot even mend their ways.

You still give them every chance they get,

in everything they will fuck up and keep trying,

yet no matter the age nor any stupidity they can.

You have at us our significance,

You have us at our point of non existence.

Still you are here beside,

not just for me,

for everyone to see.

Still I am baffled why do even make use 

of names and constructs to measure you,

or even a stupidity of worshipping such nonsense.

When we all can work with and beside.

What are you anyway?


My mind was on my mind.

That all thoughts kept bashing my mind into something tensed all stresses.

All of those stressful stress never seems to go away.

Can my mind ever stop stressing that’s not ever to begin,

and does end all of these stress and will at least stop,

when the brain flex into a mind that has no mind at all.


®artsydhude 97-18


Krappe on crap

Thus the world had crept in me while I slept.

Into the night of my dreams,

in my sunshine of my life,

left me washed not with my tears,

only the years that had passed 

pain used me nothing more as a means to live on.

Guided my wrongness into a righteous thinking,

that challenged all of my tenses,

into all of reversed senses.


®artsydhude 97-18


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