Friday, August 29, 2014

Sundance Shiva Shakti JimmMorrison

Om namah Shivaya!

Srim hrim klim aim Vajravairocaniye hum hum phat svaha.


Jim Morrison

Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery

How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's praye in the night

Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock

Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words, Power, Trance

This stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
than now and real?

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Death, old friend
Death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom, Luxury, Romance

Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
If you believe it

All join now and lament for the death of my cock
A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
A small skinny fox slinks
and scurries round side yard.
has a nibble of macs dog food.
I say 'hey guy' he hears me not,
slinking round drive.
I stand slowly and shut the gate
behind him.
he sees me then. we lock eyes
and both dart casually
from one another.
we both make some noise
and let it be.
chhhirrrp Caaaa ah and
he cums home to ask again,
sleek love perched behind my neck.
he gobbled it all up.
consume and cosummate.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Thursday, 26 June 2014

as a bear 
and says 'get home. keep the door' 
'the door' I plead 'home, where is that?'