Spark

Where am I
where have I been?
travel the world
lost in sin,
I've lost who
I've been,
I hide in my skin,
cowering in the dark,
begging for the spark,
hearing with eyes
filled by clarity,
seeing with ears
troubled by sanity,
I never bled the knife
straight down to the bone,
a grinding separation
of skin and stone,
yet I burn inside
I yearn inside,
the anger hatred pain,
lost to me again,
the divine inspiration
of cauterization,
severing semblances
of sympathetic circumstances,
the will to bleed poetic
words and phrases,
to scrape my veins
to dredge my brains,
and shatter the chains
that slipped around my wrists
when I grew complacent,
as the creativity dried,
curled up and died,
was buried deep inside,
as to myself I lied,
I seek myself again,
travel the world
lost in sin,
where am I
where have I been?

Oh MSN, why do you wound me so?

By Skeleton Jack.

Oh MSN, why do you wound me so
You refuse the uninstall,
or even give an option to do so
A use tried to install you,
while double clicking like mad
Now I have to deal with you,
while windows settings you have grabbed
You refuse to let go,
or even acknowlege you exist
Now I'm stuck trying to setup windoze,
while it is still in your grip
No matter what I do,
nothing seems to change
I have the sudden urge,
to go and jump on B'hill G'hates head

Nothing has worked,
for a moment I am at a lost but suddenly a plan form in my head
It looks like Windoze was miss-installed,
it's somebody else's problem instead


I take a look around
at the technical world today.
I wonder where we went wrong
where our brilliance went astray.

The people are using
all the technology at hand.
But if we are so modern
why do so many not undestand.

I spend 5 minutes waiting
at the cash machine.
The person in front of me
just cant seem to understand.

The customer's are on the phone
complaining that the net doesn't work.
I calmly have to tell them
they has to hit OK first.

Some people dont believe
that the password does indeed work.
For some reason they get mad
when told their caps lock was hit.

We learned to drive cards
even though at first they were ignored.
Sill that happen to computers
can our hopes be so bold?

Then I take a look around
at the way we drive today,
and suddenly I'm happy
most of us dont use computers today.

I dont know if it's art, but I like it.

"leftovers"

don't give me christmas trees
and tinsel taped to the walls
it doesn't make up for anything
all these years spent inside
a frozen puddle has left me
in a dizzy spell, in a personal hell..
just like everyone else,
left me
[leftovers
could feed them to the dog
but the dog is dead and gone
dead and gone and buried to me
and i'm the leftovers]
i try to smile but it isn't that
time of year anymore for me
used to warm me up used to make me
want to sing along with all the bad
Christian Christmas songs but it's
left me awhile for those who deserve a smile
just like everyone else,
left me
[leftovers
pass them on to the family
a family i don't know and don't care to
have known them all of my life,
and they still don't know me
though i am them, their leftovers
and i'm the leftovers]
once i wore an angel dress
i can barely even remember back then
innocence has long since abandoned [left me]
and for once in my life
there's no lights burning on Christmas night
everything has left me to my own device,
to the inner ice, to the part of me that used to see
the part that dreamed that i was all right
but that soul has left me
just like everyone else,
left me
[leftover
why is it you
always feel so unwanted dear?
is it the way they pick at you,
is it the way they ignore you,
is it the way they discard you
the way they disregard you..
yes, i understand all too clear,
i'm the leftovers]
tell me,
what is this monster that gnaws at my veins
inside the empty gap within me?

I find it hard to comprehend,
How away from us she lures,
ShadowDancer, our much missed poet,
Whose words through all endures.
How can she be more gorgeous than,
Owl, or Bubes or me?
For with each and every fristy ale,
The more gorgeous I think we be.

heh heh - congrats, friend

"Bathroom Observations"

here i stand here, urinating
When will it stop?, I am still waiting.
As I pee, I look around,
From the tub, to the ground.

I notice all the things in here,
But as I begin, a noise catches my ear.
I try to hurry up the peeing,
for I am becomeing a scared human bieng.

The sound I noticed, noticed before,
Seems to intensify, happening more.
A run-away plot, I begin hatching,
For the noise I hear is a scrathing.

I look around to see what it is,
For I hope I am nearing the ending of my whiz.
I look around at this or that,
and then there I see my cat.

I feel stupid, for my crazy sudden fear,
the "menacing" noise I heard with my ear.
I look, and suddenly my cat I want to to hit,
For all the noise was, was her taking a Shi*!!

I feel more relaxed, and I am calm again,
Why the hell wont this urinating end?
So, i take more observations around,
I notice that my nose ring, I have found!!

I look at the cabnets, the toilet too,
the treat my cat left, a stinky poo,
Then I think, what makes her tick?
man, my cat, she must've been sick.

i notice everything, from the books to the funk,
I notice that I was'nt all I thunk,
for I always considered myself big,
but then I realize, I live like a Fuc*in' pig!!

Please respond and tell me what you think.

HYHYFT?

"Feels like going away"

A quick note... i have return-id from my trip, alive and well, if not somewhat warped by the strangeness that is our ever loveable Iggy. ;) I'm also probably as grounded as grounded gets... so... if you don't hear from me much in the upcoming days -- No, i'm not dead, i'm just in my room reading. =) Now read, damn you. ;)
*HUGS*
"Feels like going away"
eyes close on a dim day
sky falls
and i push it away
everything is either heaven or pain
can't tell the difference
it's all the same
does it have to be so cold,
does it have to be so cold in my ireland?does it have to be so cold...
because i can remember warmer lands..

there and then gone
home and then here
back to sleeping wrong
and all the illogical fear
there and then gone
coulda fooled me,
that felt a lot like home
there and then gone
now once again scorned
and once again alone
there and then gone

tell me,
does it have to be so cold,
this cold seeping through my bones,
does it have to be so cold,
no, this ireland isn't my home,
does it have to be so cold,
does it have to be so cold,
does it have to be so cold in my ireland, for me?

and when can i go home..
when can i go home..
when can i go home..
to where i felt complete?
i'd walk,
but it's so cold,
i think i've lost my feet.

does it have to be so cold here, for me?

eyes close on a darker day
coming back to this place
feels like going away
when the pain dawns and the memories fade
yes, coming back to this place
feels like going away
does it have to be so cold,
does it have to be so cold in my ireland?
does it have to be so cold, this is not a home,
this is just a land of origin, does it have
to be so cold in my ireland?

I could not resist stepping in here,
As the future proud dad,
For an opportunity such as this,
Is a rare one to be had.
As for birth date I forsee,
- December 17 -
That way the tike will be a month late,
A bigger Mum won't be seen.
And as for weight - now let me see,
Pounds numbering eleven,
That way we will be rich and famous,
Being in media heaven.
And as for the sex of the child,
I'll say this in a burst,
Anyone trying to have sex with my kid,
Has to get through me first!
(That last bit came out wrong,
I'm not after casual sex fun,
But anyone wishing thoughts on my kid,
Well, meet my shot gun.)

Cheers from the Land of Oz
(I guess I'm not allowed to enter a serious one)