| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/15/2008 10:10:45 AM | Even from a distance
You make me feel electric and alive
Capable of anything
And I know that when you are close
I will loose myself in you
Intoxicated by your beauty
And absorbed in your thoughts
I find myself caught up in a wave of emotion
swirling molten desire flooding into my very soul
I am not able to keep my head above the surface
Willingly I drown in everything that makes you
I long to hold you
To feel your heart beating next to mine
To taste your breath and smell your skin
And to hear your angelic voice
Slide past your lips
As I look into your eyes
And am awed by their depth
When the day finally comes when we are together
The sun will feel no need to rise that day
For the radiance from our hearts
Will fill the sky with gleaming light
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/15/2008 10:17:09 AM | Crayon...
we live together, contained, inside
my feelings and the memory of nights
spent restless beneath your light...
I count the days until my fingers
once more taste the sigh of your
mouth
the madness is only the
loneliness as the crayon continues to portray
me loving you,
falling even deeper into the words
protecting me from you
billowing the script across my
mirrors, blocking out the light
of that perceived reality
time still ravages on the softest part of then
creeping beneath the lines
that separate common wisdom from
what's really true.
I cast out prayer as a
path into the heart of nothing,
empty laughing
soft behind my fingertips
I turn sadly into my pillow
enveloped in the craziness of love
always pushing against the
edge of knowing... untold the hours
descending me slowly into
another darkness
alone I can never rise again to the top of
your radience, picnicing alone
sagaciously while you slip quietly
past my defenses
I remember you
before I remembered you...
watching your face solemnly devoid
as you dreamt of me without you
the alarm clock blaring loudly
feet pondering gravity I stumble
blind through the fog of my pain
stirring coffee still lingering in you
feeling your fingers on me
as I make waffles and think of
the place your kisses were....
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| Cinquains ....
Posted: 12/17/2008 11:34:01 AM | lovely
flowers in bloom
pungent melodies drift
on the wings of a renegade
angel
lovely
was the bush
when there was no flower
ravaged for what it had become
blighted
lovely
clouds falling
across lands far away
sailing as though they weigh nothing
fluffy
floating
adrift, lasting
forever in your eyes
they have taken hold of my soul
deeper
floating
across endless
vistas laced with you
looking down I am satisfied
sated
floating
on her laughter
flooding my sentience
the view inebriating me
smile
comfort
softly caress'
the depths surrounding my
soul, smiling behind my fingers
desire
comfort
enveloping
cleansing away the stench
of unhappiness, covering
resolve
comfort
velvet pillow
euphonious gently
lowering me into welcome
slumber
trusting
our fathers were
a model of god... if
they failed.. what does that tell you
of god
trusting
in your pretense
swallowing it blindly
once, I too was a believer
grasping
trusting
flashes of light
clenched tightly my eyes
burning, searing... I cannot cry
arid
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| Hash's Hause ....
Posted: 12/18/2008 8:37:33 AM | Vomit…
vomiting word soup into my computer sink..
spattered across the keys, tapping out true stink
sit down, tap out some more, try harder just think
disgorging streams of worthless bile & shitt..
keep it up baby, your next write could be a hit
they come in rushes, trippy little pieces, with just a little wit
falling together, sometimes too easily, pecking away, articulate
othertimes it’s a struggle, a phucking downright strain
digging through old memories, wracking through my brain
sometimes the words escape me, even when there’s so much pain
mountains of shitt, endless letters stacked for review
they spew forth into being, yesterdays undigested stew
pounding out the binary producing a flower for you
maybe this time…hidden under this slime
another piece is waiting
another catchy rhyme..
had to bring this one over from rosies thread....
sometimes if you let them sit awhile..
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/18/2008 3:04:59 PM | An Almost Bad Santa...
I’ve been sitting here steady
Day in and day out
I’ve listened to crying
And seen little ones pout
They’ve tugged at my beard
They don’t listen to me
And like Billy Bob Thorton
I must take a pee
But I will bear this burden
I will suffer this pain
For the little one’s pleasure
and my pay, I remain
And to all who believe
in this jolly old elf
I’d bid you adieu
with a line off the shelf
But that damn line eludes me
What was it again
It was on the tip of my tongue
On the hair of my chin
Till' that damn hair of the dog
Chased it off again
Ho, ho, … damn, I forgot the rest of it.
Merry Christmas
Thanks Lori you Rock... | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/18/2008 3:07:45 PM | Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves",
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the North Pole,
were alleged by the union, to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished without much propriety,
released to the wilds, by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear,
that Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his beautiful sleigh,
because the ruts were deemed dangerous by the EPA,
And millions of people were calling the Cops,
when they heard sled noises upon their roof tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe, had his workers quite frightened,
and his fur trimmed red suit was called "unenlightened".
To show you the strangeness of today's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose.
He went to Geraldo, in front of the Nation,
demanding millions in over-due workers compensation.
So...half of the reindeer were gone, and his wife
who suddenly said she'd had enough of this life,
joined a self help group, packed and left in a whiz,
demanding from now on that her title was Ms.
And as for gifts...why, he'd never had the notion
that making a choice could cause such commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur...
Which meant nothing for him or nothing for her.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot,
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls and nothing for just boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific,
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.
No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish upon the truth.
And fairy tales...while not yet forbidden,
were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden,
for they raised the hackles of those psychological,
who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football...someone might get hurt,
besides - playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist and should be passe.
and Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled and perplexed,
he just couldn't figure out what to do next?
He tried to be merry he tried to be gay,
but you must have to admit he was having a very bad day.
His sack was quite empty, it was flat on the ground,
nothing fully acceptable was anywhere to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might,
give to us all, without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy - with no indecision,
each group of people in every religion.
Every race, every hue,
everyone, everywhere...even you!
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"MAY YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES, ENJOY PEACE ON EARTH"
Author Unknown.... | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/20/2008 11:45:47 PM | Hurt...
I never hurt you
I never lied
I always tried
I love you
I adore you
I always have
….It’s never
been my choice
it never will be
you’ve never known
and don’t want to..
shhhh…I won't tell
It can be my secret
honey … its ok
I understand
…I’m on it..
you told me then
and so I left it
forever again
…I asked
you laughed
and then, I give
always give
always
every night since
it doesn’t matter
no one knows
how silently
I could cry
…very
it never has
…ever
never noticed
I was your father who
still cared
still loved
….still…..
shhhh shhhhh
it’s ok ..Daddy’s here
don’t worry baby
I’ll cry for us
…I’ll cry…
don’t you dare
...I'm used to it
what really hurts
is that I didn’t choose
I couldn’t choose
never will be
never ever
never
well I messed up
just another person
an empty father..
who’s messed up
just all messed
the phuck
…up
besides...
in you I am nobody
I never mattered
I never was
so what does it matter
...if I....
cry for us
…I’ll cry….
and no one will
ever know
not even
you
in your life
I’m just a person
that’s good
at hiding
the fact
...that
...I’m just an
empty father
who’s hurt
Hash 2008 | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/20/2008 11:48:20 PM | The Fury..
the fury
feels
the hate
blinds
grabbing at me, outstretched distended
binding me to it...tumorous leeching
glorious and deceiving...
as though it was you
revels in the fury...
reveling in the hate of you
everything he dreamt
everything he sought
everything he hoped for
expected or thought
nothing to you
nothing to do
for i have seen it before...
crawling on my knees
scabbed and left bloody
just so recently ..
it could never last
anything we had ...
violently ripped from my grasp
the goals I had chosen
obviously, too large a task...
this is no nightmare to waken from
this is no dream screaming outcome
this is his shitty, dirty, phuckin life...
trampled on and ruined by my last wife
dead...they are all phuckin dead...and
they are never coming back never
this is no new song, a quite familiar creed
it follows you now ambiguous with greed
wasted and empty…a hollow husk of life..
wandering evermore ...drifting as though blown
dry dusty wind...pushing me to the fence
to be burned as though trash or trampled to death
grateful to accept the misery you rain upon me..
my soul hollow and longing for penance...
Tolkien said it best…
there he lingers on in darkness and in doubt
as nightfall comes upon him...his winter falling
without her moons or the stars to guide him
restlessly dwelling evermore bound to his grief
under the fading lights of happenstance and fate
until all he knows in the world...has tired
the long years of his life, utterly spent...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/20/2008 11:50:12 PM | Dead…
Ambiguous vagabond
Roadworthy I commend
Always been looking
Ever seeking the end
So near yet...so ever distant
os olhos do diabo guiam-me
(the devils eyes guide me)
The end she beckons me softly...
Hearken her call…
Darkness sweet darkness
Putrid and stinking this death all around
These flickering glimpses of golden combed
Through lumps of fecal loam
diablo bonito guia-me para baixo
(beautiful reaper guide me downwards)
Our path leads onward...spiraling away
Leads us the blind, disfigured & fools
Onward my love...my soul is yours
I’ve given it freely…
minha terra é fértil....plante seu jardim em mim
(my ground is fertile...plant your garden in me)
can you dig it...???
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/21/2008 12:03:56 AM | Cowboy...
just me and my boots..
scraping up..
.. lonely puffs of dust...
to fall lazily in the scars
of my passing...
trails followed mine
galloping somewhat blind
pulling up suddenly..
before the steps of time
barren arid lands left
by the passing of the sands
spilling all around us,
as driven by her hand
... deeper does it flow
trapped as though an insect...
squashed under some huge toe..
the pains of only yesterday
...are digging at my eyes
these defecated blemishes
… I’ve stranded here in time
tears should heal the damage...
if I could only manage
remembering what then
was only just a dream..
…rushing to the surface..
causing me to scream
but my well seems empty...
no tears left to tempt me
besides, real cowboys don’t cry..
…we giddy-up and ride
and I can’t seem to get
this shit off my boots...
Hash 2006 | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/21/2008 12:44:56 AM |
besides, real cowboys don’t cry..
…we giddy-up and ride
and I can’t seem to get
this shit off my boots...
werd... :-P
kick ass writes up there ^^^^
s'good to see u posting
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/21/2008 6:37:34 AM | agree with you there ash...
reading your words hash
i feel like i've been on a trip...
full of depth and range
gawdamn it man
love your words | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/22/2008 9:44:31 AM | sackcloth rantings...
making me think of tasty pink thong's
certainly yummy ... and not the bible's wrongs
a great set of legs shaping up to a very nice ending...
ahh my favorite flavor, but then I need mending
for being an ass man isn't just trendy
the freek inside is really quite friendly
It's alright... there's no need to defend me
cause they tried & found theres no place to send me
so the next time your nekked, smoking the meds
sackcloth, pink thong and warm in your bed
freeks are always freeky & touched in the head
running wide open, stuck in the red..
crunching and munching, we need to be fed
so enough with this catchy little ballad
It's making me hungry, can I toss your salad...???
cause from that position, as I'm putting on that hat
hands and knees with an arched up back
with my fingers and tounge, joyously I'd mack
carefully tracing outlines of your Tatt
so sorry but my fingers are tired and worn
I need to save some energy
and plug in some porn...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/22/2008 11:18:58 AM | Stiil Frame...
And every time I think I've finally made it
I learn I'm farther away than I've ever been before
I see the clock and it's ticking away
and the hourglass empty
What the phuck do I have to say
Keep it inside the image portrayed
As if I couldn't stand losing as if I couldn't be saved, no way
A small confession I think I'm starting to lose it
I think I'm drifting away from the people I really need
A small reflection on when we were younger
We had it all figured out'cause we had everything covered
Now we're older it's getting harder to see
What this future will hold for us,
what the phuck are we going to be?
I love it when a song gets stuck in your head...
especially when its a great one... turn it up | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/22/2008 12:40:03 PM |
I think I'm drifting away from the people I really need
A small reflection on when we were younger
We had it all figured out'cause we had everything covered
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 12/24/2008 6:15:26 PM | retweaked freak..
ahh to be a freak,
not one to be normal,
not one to be meek
this journey lie hazardous
no place for the weak
step forward be measured
everything I seek
for lurking inside
when I open my eyes
a nifty freak in wait
and cloaked in suprise
for not on that day
was found my demise but
a glorious acceptance
of my brilliant new guise
unleashed from the chains
unbound from the lies
frolicking joyfully I
in momentess delight
I'd turn back the clock to
a not far distant night
for now I've discovered
the key to this lock
covered so discretely
obscure in their rock
hidden completely so
neatly in some nook
kept from prying eyes
I've opened, I've looked
at the pages revealed
exposed in their book
I've found a real way
for disgorging the meals
medial spoonfed dismay
ruthlessly shoved down
our throats each day
and no I'm not crazy
no...I don't need a doc
I haven't been hit in
the head with some phuckin rock
I'm sane and I'm thinking
while...I'm cleaning my Glock
so watch your ass bytches
or I may aim.. pull pop pop
careful who you shitt upon
be careful of those you mock
we threadbare stitches, dawn
of the human freakstock
now this I've tried, I do decry
building upon adamant pride
It's more shiny and bright
a being in so personafied
in freakness, by night
and born of light, for depite being
crucified by societies fright
we'll flourish in the streets
while your cowering, softly peeing
hidden underneath your sheets
how could you know your freeing
me fleeing, unloosened in the fringe
I'm reveling happy in the pride
when punkass phuckers cringe
as they see me rollin by
Cool...I'm down with that fact
proudly displaying some tact
covering your cryin assez
covering where you lack
I'll carry the flag for both
of us you phuckin meatsack
for when my freak's out and
straying, so happily loosed
from your cages, very neatly
stacked in so many stages
.. you see I've been praying
quite quietly this time violently
so many days, so so silently
this time is now, finally he rages
I'm free strong n' proud, just
some damn freakster defiantly
streaking throughout the crowd ...
Hash 2008
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 4/20/2009 5:27:53 AM | Fallacy
pulled in front of my eyes
darkened wrap confusing my path
pulling as though it might do some good
my efforts go untested, wasted on another tug
for eyes that have seen the light
never grow accustomed to the black
as though a child gifted with vision
comes now blinded with despair
when glimpsed but for moments
was the vision a gift, or yet another curse
loosing my shroud to no avail
was light..??
some weakened fallacy
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 6/4/2009 8:33:36 AM | volunteers ...?? thats three..?? funny thats me..??
of to a summer of good I go to fight the good fight.. we are change ..
I give myself to feed the tree of liberty... with the souls of tyrannic men
if you can find nothing worth dying for, what is the use of living..??
selfless
a volunteer
gallivanting about
Colorado by Saturday
stoked
selfless
a volunteer
a whole summer is mine
to do as I please, phuckin A
harleys
selfless
a volunteer
empowered and free
America the Beautiful
Unite
selfless
a volunteer
freedom or fascism
will you come to our Tea Party
White House .... 07*04*09
selfless
a volunteer
google: hashishian
we battle against tyranny
Ron Paul
selfless
a volunteer
Black Rock City she calls
hopefully a ranger this year
burning
Hash 2009
listen to : a perfect circle annihilation | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 7/9/2009 1:54:36 PM | The Hill
got some things waiting for me
just over the hill
you say I'm wasting my life
I'm havin fun still
you say you don't understand me... well thats just fine
you say the world stops turning .. even then
I just wanna know when ... know when
cause im here to stay beside you
even when.. even when..
got family waiting for me
just over the hill
golden parts of my life .. just let it be
I'm better off still
you say you don't understand me... no one will
you say the world stops spinnin ... even then
I just wanna know when.. it stops still
cause i wanna die .. here for you
cause i wanna die ... before my time
cause i wont die .. till your by my side
by my side ...yeah..by my side
Hash 2009 | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 7/9/2009 2:06:14 PM | Barren
Empty thyself, pour it all out
consternation aside, choose
assume nothing and yet walk free
easy they say, but they all say that
letting go of everything is much harder than it seems
what will I have left after..??
who will replenish the vessel.???
the endless dripping maddens
longing for the emptyness
longing to be barren
on bended knee.. the way I see
holding up my empty cup
I give it to thee
filling me again with nothing
Hash 2009 | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 7/9/2009 2:23:21 PM | Missed..
In passing you .. I missed that one chance
gloriously unfelt, savage deceit
Crushed by the moment... I was weak
I should have gone back .. and danced
longing for the chance .. one simple dance
I return there again and again
longing for the chance .. one stupid dance
I go back there in time .. line by line
when will I be free .. dusty memory
in you...
I'll be the one ...ain't going nowhere
I'll be the one ...
A lifetime full of vain ..waiting in the rain
for you .. will never get it back..
Once its finally gone..the farther it becomes
lost in time ... I'll be the one
going nowhere ... I'll be the one
ain't going no where .. I'll be the one..
here in time ...
I miss you .....
Hash 2009 | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 7/12/2009 6:27:53 AM | infacy..
once upon a time
your childish ways
pushed me to the line
your childish ways
was it all a waste of time
wasting for days and days
maybe you won't mind
wandering in your maze
killing time after time
but who can deal with that crap
just grow up
Hash 2009 | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 7/12/2009 7:18:19 AM | (hi hashman...here's a little twist on your twisted theme!!!...)
i love
a child's wonder
wandering thru life
with innocence
trustingly
it's the immaturity
the jaded lies
that destroys
the wonder
in you
sit by a river
sit by a rock
find truth
within yourself
find truth
in others
be at peace
with yourself
before you come
knocking on my door! | |
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 10/11/2009 2:56:21 PM | New Song
i need me a good woman, to lay by my side
one who balls, and carries her own pride
i need her to take me now, away to a place
where i can be alone inside her, for days and days and days
take my mind off all these things, if only for awhile
it's relief that i may never see, if not for those eyes
if not for those eyes yeah yeah ...if not for those eyes
well pretty baby i've got to go
got someplace you know i've got to go
it's not here, it's not now
but someday you'll know
i'm trying to get ahead in life
seems like i'm always one step behind
i'll come find you when i beat the clock
right before i die yeah yeah ...right before i die
its those eyes that make feel this way
its those eyes that make me wanna say
i feel for you ... more than you can taste
into my life if you wanna stay
if you decide that you wanna play
it's those eyes that penetrate
it's those eyes the elevate
my soul ...and you always ask for more
well hold on ...hold on... baby to me
well this is the end of my story you see
i've got someplace i've got to be
it's not here it's not now
but someday you'll see
you gotta believe in me
well you gotta believe
believe in me ... yeah you gotta believe
in me ...
Hash 2009
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 11/6/2009 6:17:26 PM | Differentiate....
once in a great while
a stumbling forward
obvious denial
looking backward
afraid of the light
on again this lonely night
perverted thoughts
giving fright
listless naught
starts so bright
stay the path
be the light
away from state
stay the path
with no slight
here you skate
in the dark
alone in the park
Hash 2009
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