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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/7/2008 3:41:21 PM | Whoever...
Whoever you are, step out of doors tonight
Out of the room that lets you feel secure
Infinity is open to your sight
Whoever you are
With eyes that have forgotten how to see
From viewing things already too well-known
Lift up into the dark a huge, black tree
And put it in the heavens: tall, alone
And you have made the world and all you see
It ripens like the words still in your mouth
And when at last you comprehend its truth
Then close your eyes and gently set it free.....
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/7/2008 3:58:58 PM | From beginning to your future write's: Woohoo Man YOU know how to WRITE!!
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/7/2008 4:06:44 PM | maiden..
i once had a desire that was fairly ludacris...
im not sure even now if it was imagined or real..
flitting absolution drifting into and out of my senses...
moments spun in threads so fine, i can't grasp them now..
desire is a dangerous trinket best not to be fiddled with i think..
better that they be forgotten, and reburied alongside with the rest..
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Posted: 1/7/2008 4:19:43 PM | why ty ty ty ham ...
greatly appreciated ...
votes of confidence are...
little drops filling my bucket..
never reaching the proverbial rim...
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Posted: 1/7/2008 5:35:01 PM | For Father...
I should have blamed my father,
he was the first to introduce me to
raw and stupid hatred.....
he was really the best at it... anything and everything made
him mad...things of the slightest consequence brought his
hatred quickly to the surface...and quickly he struck..
I always seemed to be the main source of his irritation.
I did not fear him
but his rages made me ill at heart
for he unfortunately was most of my world then
and it was a world of sorrow and pain...
for when I left that..home..that place..
I found his counterparts everywhere.. my father was only a
small part of the whole... though he was the best at hatred
I was ever to meet....
but others were very good at it too.. some of my bosses,
some of the women I was to live with...some of my friends..
were gifted at blaming my voice, my actions, my presence
blaming me
for what they, in retrospect, are still failing at....
I was simply the target of their discontent and in some real
sense they blamed me... for not being able to rouse them
out of their failed and miserable futures, what they didn't
consider was that all along I had my own troubles too..
my own demons battling for the control of my soul..
I am a simple dolt of a man, generally happy go lucky..
and left alone I am mostly content...
but I've lived so often and so long with this hatred...
I struggle to perceive what life would be like without it...
Again for Him...
With his drunkenness, my father frightened me.
He was a sleeping raging volcano and I was over-awed,
for years I was hostile to any kind of authority
(although, as a child, I didn't know it was drunkenness).
Our mother, in opposition, was completely protective.
She was too kind, she did everything for him,
tempting him to treat her like a servant....a slave
This was bad for her character, as my father was bad for mine...
Bad parents can make a child timid and unconfident..
Good parents can make a child bossy and uncaring...
My mother sacrificed herself, you could say, for her family..
My father sacrificed his soul for nothing at all...
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Posted: 1/7/2008 6:38:08 PM | push...
numb my brain
slowly the needle filling my vein
pulling free the blood doth drain
splitting my skull the flashing pain
i long for the feeling again & again
the rapid descent cry's dripping rain
rushing & climbing makes me insane
just one more push to end my reign..
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Posted: 1/7/2008 10:44:57 PM | just once more...
another night buried in the trenches...
night and day all blurred together..
can't seem to remember a time..
when they didn't do that..
need to score again..
the satchel empty..
just once more..
i push into..
the issue..
desire..
desire..
the issue..
i push into..
just once more..
draw life, pushing..
death 20cc's at a time..
inching closer and closer..
to a realm that doesn't blur..
life's not a dream it's nightmare..
nobody heard the screams from inside..
nobody heard the screams from inside..
tearing & ripping deep in his hide..
souless & empty pain is release..
wonder if they'll ever cease ..
calling out to him gently..
addiction's incidentally..
stealing my passions..
forever and ashen..
just once more..
be hardcore..
be hardcore..
just once more..
brutal compassion..
no longer in fashion..
awake feels differently..
filling up the vein intently..
right here right in the crease..
daily intake constantly increase..
craving controls & does not subside..
addiction is bragging without any pride..
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Posted: 1/9/2008 6:38:05 AM | Spring & Death....
I had a dream, once
a wondrous thing it seemed
an evening in the spring a zealous
sickness in the air from too much fragrance
everywhere as I walked the stilly wood, sudden,
death before me stood, in a hollow lush and damp,
he seemed a dismal murky stamp on the flowers that
were seen his slated grey-grate ribs between, and with
coffin-black he barred the green. “Death,” said I, “what do
you here at this newest spring season of the year?” “I mark the
flowers ere there prime which I may tell at autumn's near"
before another question was made, death had vanished
from the glade then I noticed that he had bound
many trees & flowers round with a subtle
web of black, and that such a sable
track lay along the grasses
green from the spot
where he had
stood
but the
spring & tide
passed the same,
summer was as full
of flame, autumn time
no earlier came and the flowers
that he had tied, as I marked not always died
sooner than their mates, and yet their fall was fuller of regret
it seemed so hard and dismal thing, Death, to mark them such in the spring
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Posted: 1/10/2008 5:40:01 AM | Daughter...
i never hurt you
i always tried
i loved you
but you hurt me
you never tried
don’t you dare say you loved me
you told me to leave
and so I left
but I gave you one more try
and as always
i’m biting my lip trying not to cry
and it doesn’t matter to you
but I was your father
and I still cared about you
but now I feel nothing towards you
and what really hurts
is that I didn’t choose to leave you
you chose to leave me
well you messed up
so now in your life
i never happened
now in your head
i’m a person that doesn’t exist
i’m just a sad father
who’s hurt
and childless
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/10/2008 6:23:32 AM | I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone..
I Cry,
Cause I am on my own...
The tears I cry are bitter and warm...
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn...
I find it difficult to carry on...
If I knew who had an ear to lend,
I would cry to my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on...
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by...
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/12/2008 6:45:09 PM | trees...
how many fingers can a tree break away...and yet you'll never hear it crying
how many times can you take a rose... but the bush never stops trying
how many time have you been squashed, chased or afraid of really dying
the hand of god is in all things...she decides our fate
give us our daily bread...filling up my plate
never ending trauma, death & disease...
all designed to strengthen us...to bring you to your knees...
give thanks to her for sparing you...
give thanks you have your knees...
be thankful for all her gifts..
be thankful for the trees..
accept their fate as they do...majestic, proud & strong
accept the plates she fills for you....even when it feels wrong
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/12/2008 6:48:39 PM | Decay...
Empty the self completely;
Embrace perfect peace.
The world will rise and move;
Watch as you return to rest.
All the flourishing things
Will return soon to their source.
This return is peaceful;
It is the flow of nature,
An eternal decay and renewal.
Accepting this brings enlightenment,
Ignoring this brings misery.
Who accepts nature's flow becomes all-cherishing;
Being all-cherishing she becomes impartial;
Being impartial she becomes magnanimous;
Being magnanimous she becomes natural;
Being natural she becomes one;
Being one she became immortal:
Though her body will decay,
the one Way will live on and flourish
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Posted: 1/12/2008 6:51:13 PM | Clarity..,
The origin of the world is its mother..
Understand the mother, and you understand the child..
Embrace the child, and you embrace the mother..
Who will not perish when you die...
Reserve your judgments and words..
And you maintain your influence...
Speak your mind and take positions..
And nothing will save you..
As observing detail is clarity..
So maintaining flexibility is strength..
Use the light but shed none..
So that you do yourself no harm..
But embrace clarity....
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/12/2008 7:56:17 PM | W...
Hey George (effin) Bush... I’ve got something to say
Your war & crime taxes are crippling our country today
You think that you’re smart by pillaging the workers
Collecting your taxes and paying out shirkers
You inherited a comfortable working class ire
Let me tell you there’s nothing like a working class fire
The good folk of the States have less day by day
It seems you’re detached and have lost sight of our way
It’s a fact, that we have less and less disposable income
All we seem to do is pay taxes on tax and then some
New Jobs have arrived... I hear the Shythead say
Burn some more on the war, blow all the peoples pay
People are working harder to make ends meet
Whilst you have a smug look sitting there in your seat
I suggest you take note and then pay it some heed
and take the time to realize your people are in need...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/19/2008 10:45:58 PM | results...
if you want to shrink something...
you must first let it expand...
if you want to get rid of something...
you must first accept it...
if you want to recieve something...
you must first give it away...
when you look for it, there is nothing to see...
when you listen for it, there is nothing to hear...
once you find it, it is inexaustable...
these teachings are older than the world...
how can you grasp their meaning..??.
if you realize that all things change...
there is nothing you will try to hold on to..
if you aren't afraid of dying...
there is nothing you can't achieve..
if you want to know me, look inside of your heart..
it is always present in you...
you can use it anyway you want..
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Posted: 1/21/2008 8:37:05 AM | sorry but i love this one...
A man wearing a Democratic pin walks into a bar and sees a picture of President Bush hanging behind the bartender. He calls the bartender over and says, "You should take that picture down. George Bush is a blight upon this nation. He should be impeached."
The bartender, a life-long Republican, is completely offended. "Why you liberal piece of garbage. How dare you come into my bar and tell me how to run my business!"
"Listen, I'm the customer, so I'm always right." the man says. "That picture offends me, so I want you to take it down."
"That tears it," the bartender says, "How would you like it if I came into your bar and told you what to do?"
"Well, you'd be the customer, so you'd be right," the man says.
"Fine, then let's switch places," the bartender says.
So, they do. The man takes the bartender's place behind the bar, and the bartender walks outside, waits a moment, and then comes back inside. The bartender sits at the bar and says to the bar, "You should take that pin off. The Democrats are destroying our country with their liberal agenda."
"Sorry," the man says, "but we don't serve Republicans here."
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/21/2008 8:48:42 AM | your love, radiant
scorching and searing my eyes
the flame is lovely....
the flame is lovely....
hot to the touch...i reach in
again I'm burning..
again I'm burning..
within the flames of your heart
smoking burning flesh..
Thanks Rose for the inspiration..
passionate pleasure
tearing & ripping through the
sheets around my mind..
sheets around my mind..
blotting out the veiws of you
tear the sheets away...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/21/2008 2:44:11 PM | remedy...
looking down i found my path
her arms were awaiting me...outstreched
always enveloping me... so dark had i strayed
perception distorted, I had lost my way
i couldn't even begin to describe
the new world found... buried inside
all along it was there for me to unveil
muddled and cloudy, wandering lost
looking back now to the road full of sin
i wonder what would have changed me back then
now that ive been there ill never go again
time enough now for the future
the path strewn before me...blindingly lit
looks a beautiful journey, a sure fire hit
its call is resounding heard all through the land
just stop for a second, its there in your hand
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Posted: 1/21/2008 2:45:32 PM | Laugh..
ive been there...
my heart so distraught
tied to the feeling
that your dream had become
opening myself, on the inside
objectively, twas only temporary
though your lash was extreme
i was happy to take it
looking up i can laugh at the sky
im not even sure why..im close...
to discovering the reason
im on the inside..hope floats
fighting now to stay in touch
a battle fought for eons
tied to the feeling
that your dream had become
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Posted: 1/22/2008 6:38:20 AM | Crossroads...
in the city, it's hard work finding a crossroads
the right mix of magic and midnight desolation
my friend from New Orleans, John, told me how
when the time was right, i sat on a pair of
plastic milk crates next to a dead fire hydrant,
intending to work on a piece
didn't hear her walk up,
didn't ask her name
didn't have to
she said "read me something about being in love
and being alone"
i started, and she opened her throat,
pouring music over the words
tear-stained siren song, lighting my way
stung my eyes, burned a hole in my chest
she held my head, pressed my ear to her stomach
but i kept going till the words ran out and i started to cry
and the MUSIC
(god, her hands were warm)
the music
(on my neck, wet like tongues)
the music....
our voices mated, fused, faded to whispers....
stopped.
we slowly untangled, sorrowfully fulfilled
she strolled off into the night, heels tapping,
my fingerprints on her dress
my face wet from her song
with each step the city intruded,
filled the vacuum with noise and stench
till it wasn't my corner anymore...
it was hard work finding this crossroads
but i got a cup of joe & moved on.
never mind where it was.
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/22/2008 6:51:24 AM | passing..
years from now when I am gone
and you sit at the kitchen table
with people who never knew me
show them this so they will know
that I was touched and slightly
giddy with the silly art of poetry
that to me was harmony and
melody floating everywhere
they should know too that with
eyes and nose and mouth and ears
and every organ that ties us to the world
that I knew you and it grew and multiplied
like fission in the nuclei of cells and
carried in corpuscles speeding
through capillaries toward lips and
fingertips and other body parts
that celebrate a passing touch
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/22/2008 7:08:44 AM | stranger's song...
One day, just any day, or maybe one of those days...
We will cross like good luck fingers
In a nowhere city, where the streets are only colors and shapes, no
names...
Or maybe in an old city, just like mine
You will look at me, and I will not ignore that
I will look back at you, and you will not ignore that either
But this is just the start, and who cares about starting, when it
is just the beginning...
And each beginning has an end,
I will hold your mind, I will talk to your eyes
I wouldn't know what to do
Maybe there is nothing to do, or maybe there is so much to do
But I will wait for a while, and will appreciate that
Days, or maybe hours, even seconds will pass by
A touch
A kiss
A hug
A joy
It will seem all to me, but it isn't
Another day will come
Boredom will enter in our house, you will look at my lips, you will
kiss my eyes
And I will feel the poison draining in me
And you will tell me: "is this it"
You acted, as you seldom did, all I can do now is react
I would take your All, but there is none
We could swim, like dolphins can swim
We could conquest a new world, .... alas alone
Beauty will be beyond your understanding
Colors will toggle your perception
Freshness will surround your skin
Lightness will carry your soul
And everything will go on and on
Just like the ocean goes on and on
Another day will come
Boredom will be guest in our secret place, I will hold your hand
Cold as ice
"this is it"
hey, you think so?
From one blue to another
We will fly
We will ride the wild winds, draft north and south, up and down
We will migrate, just like them, with seasons
From kingdoms of sand
To empires of ice
It would be such a feeling, it will seem to me that this can last
forever
That I can finally sit back and enjoy life through your smile
But NO...it is never enough
Another day will come
Our skies will be darkened, our wings will fall like feather on a
baby bird
And fear will enter my heart: "I might lose you" or maybe I lost
you already, who can know these things..??
So we will beyond, beyond that soft blue
We will reach our final home, our universe, as we think...
We will surf between the stars on an infinite energy wave
Galaxies will stretch beyond us
They don't care about us...mortals
And a sense of wonder will invade your curiosity
As you see stars coming to life and exploding to rest
As you feel the caress of dust through your palms
Slowly slowly, billions of years, dancing together
Till the final note...Planets, suns, moons...Life, rarely life, as
we know it
You will want more, you will zoom events, slow them down
As your mind and mine, we humans, can't reach this scale
So softly
You will see atoms, fusion of molecules
Organic, almost like ours, primitive, but still young
And water will be there, oxygen, chlorophyll
LIFE... without a memory, without a mind, without a philosophy
Without the state of Art
But this is to come...
...From water cells will blur you will their reflections
Cells will marry
Leave water
Plants, animals...species, intelligent species
Stone will be worked, iron will be tooled
Villages, communities, civilizations
Peace and wars
Systems will come to light and collapse
Species will disappear and come to dust
And then the terror will be printed on your retina
The terror of the Nothing
As you see matter being eaten by the beast
By the hole...colored to your eyes
A black hole
An emptiness
A touch
A kiss
A hug
A joy
Our happiness will be erased from the books of the Gods
As you don't need anymore
Because your knowledge is your happiness now
And you will ask me with a smile: "what more?"
I will answer you with a smile: "I don't know, but tomorrow I will write...!"
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 2/3/2008 8:08:11 PM | if anything romantic i seek the architectonic symmetry of physical gratification...and the anxiety of unrelenting touch & caresses softly sculpting skin into beautiful apparitions of memory. i seek the uncertain path to the futility and magnification of that shattering dualism....nourishing the fleeting mortality of breath shared and pulses synchronized. i walk proudly with the shadow...it whispers to me of delightful and disdainful excess... it speaks to the unrealized fall into the abyss of self knowledge grappling on fields of personal satisfaction and creating that which has before been unseen except only in the darkest corners of the mind.
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 2/3/2008 8:13:34 PM | For You....
in your bed.. i died that day...
the dream stolen from me
ripped from my grasp...crushed
do you even remember.. my tears
how real they were how far i fell
hopelessy in love ...i was destroyed
it was then that i knew...
our moments..
in time..
imagined together..
meant nothing to you...
heartless...
cold..
Lucifer...
can you hear me now..
those tears i gave you then..
will never fall again..
i too can be like you..
dead...
my soul is but a token...
for me to be true..
my eyes have been pointed to a way
that is new...
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