| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 8:28:32 AM | dreams...
all my dreams lately have been filled up with you..
they run and they dance, ecstatic ... yet blue..
they fill my head with wonderful things..
waiting for you, waiting for our spring..
nobody know's what tommorow or the next day will bring..
i hope it is you, breathlessly waiting on the wing..
but who knows what the morrow or next may fetch...
sometimes were delivered the worst in a stretch..
maybe we can make it, maybe we cant..
stupid little ramblings, making me rave and rant..
my greatest achievement has been to finally meet you..
and i dont know if im happy, or turmoiled & blue..
the flame that is inside of me, searing & burning through..
bubbling up from below as though some strange brew..
should i let out the flame, that's been trapped inside..
swarm to the surface, or just let it hide..
it scares me to come upon the dream that is you..
it scares me to ponder feelings under review..
it scares me to feel myself feel as i do..
it scares me to try to just pull through..
it scares me to let any of it out at all..
it's easier sometimes to just let it fall..
falling neatly into place these stones in our wall..
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 8:29:21 AM | tangents...
its weird the tangents that we all do weave so fair..
strange little tidbits that get thrown up in the air...
linguistics for our folly left over here and there ...
coming to the end...do we by chance review them again..
often i have found... while no one is around...
the pattern is mostly broken... of these leftover little tokens..
its hard to make a tangent when your the only one in the room..
nothing to stop your thoughts..to stop your fall to doom..
when you are conversing yet another...please do be aware..
this is not a game of such.. say truth and then dare..
your thoughts are important to me as they pry into my brain..
your sparkling conversation.. i need to hear again..
can we please take a step backwards..
to that first thing you were saying..
im sorry but i missed it.. i think i was praying
that we could talk forever...forever and a day...
you caught my mind awandering...while my brain was at play
please tell me again where your feelings do lay..
your thoughts, your dreams...your fears and your pains..
without them i am empty and feel as though drained..
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Posted: 1/6/2008 8:32:02 AM | bloodlust
the blood is rushing through me..coursing out of control
pulsing and pounding...it makes its way through me...
the rush is so intense..as if im high again..on you
i cant stop the assault the feeling is ever climbing
it transends me as it vaults to the top of my very being..
my body is awake..longing for you..its calls to me softly..
with tiny white bursts...starlike and shimmering..it blinds me
as the blood pushes further burning the depths of my soul...
i cling precariously to the edge of all sensation...
ill wait here forever...hoping to never leave..
anxiously waiting and expecting your scream...
your pleasure is everything to me...for me to take in my hand..
ill be tender with it...i know that i can
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Posted: 1/6/2008 8:34:17 AM | In Your Eyes...
your eyes have taken my soul
they hold me as none has before
the grasp is unbearable but,
i long for it, bear down on me
in them i have found the peace
and beauty that i require to be whole
without them i have been lost,
wandering and afraid
i long for the fall,
standing here on the edge of precipice
i wish to leap into them,
plummeting headlong into their depths...
i crash into their surface,
my breath is without me, as the senses reel
my heart is on fire..i cannot draw air
for they have brought me from the depths of my despair
i can no longer survive without them....
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Posted: 1/6/2008 8:39:56 AM | ENIGMATA POEM OF CHANGE.....
Forgive me Mother for I have conformed. I have coveted my neighbor's Hummer. I have longed endlessly for an Escalade. I have had impure thoughts about owning a 401k and joining a fitness center. I have eaten at McDonald's many many times… Mother and I have been stained by the secret sauce. I have watched Jerry Springer countless times and have found it uplifting. In my heart I have wished to be like everyone else. I have striven for mediocrity mother. I have longed to have a job as a technical something or another and make over a 100k a year. I have had women as playthings and as toys. I have participated in unmindful conformist groupthink & have done what I've been told way too many times.
I have paid more attention to what others think than what I think myself......
Bless me Mother and cleanse me of my past life so
I may go forward dancing and swaying with bright red & blue bunny rabbits adorned with blaring diamond halos of crispy gold flashythingies..
Searing bright hot and steaming against the molten stones of my expression
burning, burning every little bit of that nasty conformity away...
Leaving nothing but my very soul……burn baby burn
Bless me Mother and help me to conform no longer....
My soul patiently awaits the burning touch of your grasp..
Life's a Garden, Can U Dig It ... Later, Hash....
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 8:40:47 AM | once i had a lasso... so big, i roped the world
reaching out around it...all menacing and curled
screaming like a madman...straining the very bone
finally i had it, as if it were all my own...
holding it up joyfully i pranced and danced about
flippant celebration...all without a doubt
as if it all belonged to me for me to decide about
everything would be new again...we would finally have peace
then I heard the crying..the tears and then the screams...
wanton waste and struggling...war and then disease
ceaseless killing of innocents..the slaughtering of the trees
all theses things assaulted me....assailing all my senses
spiraling all around me.. weakening my defenses
the world is dirty and ****ed up.. spare me your pretences
these things are just too strong for me..i was falling to my knees
the job is just too big... i cried out for the trees
ask forgiveness longingly...be prepared to clean your plate
she decides our fate for us, she controls the hate...
these things you think you want are not really yours..
they hang there right in front of us...sparkling little lures..
be careful what you pull upon, be careful of your desire
someday you may ask for it and find yourself on fire...
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Posted: 1/6/2008 8:47:14 AM | this isn't actually by me....but it phuckin rocks...gotta put it up
have you heard this one...???
there was only one road back to la
us interstate 15... just a flat out high speed burn through
baker, bartsow and berdo, then on to the hollywood freeway
straight into frantic oblivion..safety.. obscurity..
just another freak in the freak... we'd gone in search of
the american dream ...it had been a lame phucker.. a waste of time
there was no point in looking back.. phuck no ..not today
thank you kindly.. my heart was filled with joy ..
i felt like a monster reincarnation of horacio alga..
a man on the move and just sick enough to be totally confident
Johnny Depp....fear and loathing in las vegas '98
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Posted: 1/6/2008 9:04:00 AM | dead...
listlessy drifting
ever seeking the end
so near yet...so ever distant
os olhos do diabo guiam-me
(the devils eyes guide me)
the road she beckons me softly...
darkness sweet darkness
putrid and stinking...falling all around
these flickering glimpses of golden light
through the lumps of fecal loam
o diablo bonito guia-me para baixo
(o beautiful reaper guide me down)
the path leads us downward...spiraling away
leads us the blind, disfigured & fools
onward my love...my soul is yours to steal
minha terra é fértil....plante seu jardim em mim
(my ground is fertile...plant your garden in me)
the fury
the hate
it grabs at me...outstretched distended
binding me to it...tumorous and strong
glorious and decieving...as though it was new
he revels in the fury...he ****in hates you
everything he dreamt
everything he sought
everything he hoped for expected or thought
achieving your goals means nothing to me
for mine mean nothing to you....
for i have seen it before...crawling on my knees
here right in front of me ...it could never last
Larger than life and.... and ripped from my grasp
the goals i had chosen were to big a task...
this is no nightmare to waken from
this is no dream screaming out from inside...
this is his shitty, dirty, ****in life...
trampled on and ruined by my last wife
dead...they are all ****in dead...and
they are never coming back never not ever
harken to the song...pay it some heed
it follows you now...calling out with its greed
your grave is awaiting you...
there he lingers on in darkness and in doubt
as nightfall comes upon him...winter falling
without the moons or the stars to guide him
restlessly dwelling evermore bound to his greif
and under the fading lights of happenstance and fate
until all he knows in the world...has changed
and the long years of his life are utterly spent...
wasted and empty..a hollow husk of life..
wandering evermore slowly...drifting as though blown
dry dusty wind...pushing me to the fence
to be burned as though trash or trampled for dead
grafteful to accept the misery you rain upon me..
my soul has been empty and longing for penance...
empty your mind of all thought
let your heart be at peace
be content in the turmoil of your being
and yet contemplate your return
for..each being in the universe must return
to the common source....
and in so doing can find their... serenty
if you cannot realize the source...
you will stumble on in confusion and sorrow
doubtful and coarse
if you do have a chance to realize.. the source...
you naturally become tolerant
disinterested and amused by the force
dignified as the king
kind as the eldest
immersed in the wonder of the Tao
you are ready for your approach to life
and when death approaches you
you will long for it...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 11:36:40 AM | Nice writes here Hash.........wonderful meaning in each one! Hope you don't mind I add one here?
We all stand before that unreachable goal
barbedwire fences so dirty...so cold
Seen all the pain they inflicted
so harshly
Pain is immeasurable....when outside
we are standing!
To let in the goodness the hope of just one
like watching the Eclipse....
Moon and the Sun!
Eyes feel such terror......
heart feels such pain!
Soul knows that never ...do they wish it again!
Life is our teacher.........
heart is our guide
Shall it always be this way?
Otherside.....
we reside?
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 12:13:58 PM | no please do....your writes are more than welcum...please feel free to post here any and all we have to get it out right... thanks again C
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 12:16:27 PM | I woke up this morning...to the sound of laughter
groggy and stumbling...with sleep still in my eyes
I struggled to focus on it....the view from from all around
everything was so bright...so shiny...so alive
I could not hope to fathom it...a tear sprung from my eye
again I heard the laughter...resounding, joyous cries
suddenly from all around it came as if there inside the room...
like the sound of children playing...it was the most beautiful thing i have ever heard..
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 12:18:21 PM | vagabond...
wayfaring and wandering...so it seems to be the way.
listlessy determined to just stay afloat today...
alas here he strolls the prodigal son....
sauntering here alive basking in the sun....
his way's are mysterious...and yet somewhat askew....
discovery is exposure to the truth there in you....
afraid and unyielding most are terrified to look....
if you are turning the pages then please read the whole book..
its ok to be scared..i certainly am too..but
here comes the reaper and hes got something for you..
today is the day or maybe its tommorrow...
he stalks us doggedly draggin' his sorrow...
your days they are numbered..that is for sure..
your wandering ways be absolutely unpure
when you get the chance to stop remember to look..
at the flowers and things you put in your book
she gives us these things to remember for you
so when the time comes... your days are renewed
your chance comes not later.. you really have no time to stall
be ready to take the shot and lean into the fall...
you cannot change it... you'll never dodge or duck...
the thing that is coming for you cares not about luck...
so remember these things the vagabond taught you...
his way's are mysterious...and yet somewhat askew....
his knowledge comes only to him through the hand of the mother ....
for his soul is now chained to the fork of another....
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Posted: 1/6/2008 12:21:55 PM | grace...
beauty is such a rare thing.... as most people will tell you
but i have found that incomparably it is all around you ... scattered here and there plastered before your eyes..
its as if its assaulting you with every.. little life..
the gifts that she lays before you... its grace beyond compare
is all the joy i need to live ....a life without a care
la belleza es una cosa tan rara…. pues la mayoría de la gente te dirá
pero he encontrado que está incomparable todo alrededor de ti…
dispersado aquí y allí enyesado antes de tus ojos.
su como si su asaltando tú con cada. poca vida.
los regalos que ella pone antes de ti… su tolerancia más allá comparan
es toda la alegría que necesito vivir….una vida sin un cuidado
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 12:28:48 PM | for my ex.... 
(these are a little raunchy)
i bite you as hard as i can..i want your blood to gush into me.. tasting your fear
i lick it from my lips. . distended tounge.. sliding down my throat
we phuck and i hate you..your smell
digusts me...but we phuck anyway
you try so to please me...
but in there is none
i cannot feel you..
remember that
i hate you
i hate you
remember that
i cannot feel you..
and now forevermore i
wont...you took me for all
everything i had everything i
stood for...left me nothing.. empty
hollow.. a husk of my former self..so now
i grow again as we must.. my hate is fueling the
climb...my stones have been laid upon the path for me..
i think i remember the time when i used to love you...
it seems as though it was a dream...so long ago
so dusty with time that it seems blurry to me...frosted
now as i stand here and recollect...it seems all wrong
maybe i didnt love you at all...maybe it was a lie...
i certainly hope so..i dont think i could stand it
i hope that deep inside i never loved you at all...
phuck, phuck, phuck, phuck....
its the only thing you were good for ...
hold me, grip me, feel me inside of you
my cawk is so hard...push back on me..
moistness slithering greedily up my shaft..
impale me, grip me, feel me phuck you
pull the scream deep from inside..
push it to the surface..feel that it grows..
blinding fury that crawls from the loins..
wash over me in the rush of your coming...
pleasure, passion, pain and power...
hold me, grip me, feel me inside of you
its the only thing you were good for ...
phuck, phuck, phuck, phuck....
but that was then and this is now....
TG all that shyt is done...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 12:42:38 PM | Even the night smiles
through pinholes in duvateen..
matted and lonely ..
matted and lonely
stars extended for ever
night everlasting....
night everlasting....
bitter cold touches your skin...
complete is your fear...
complete is your fear...
the reaper skulks and hunts...
his footstep is near....
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 1:05:45 PM | this is a verse i worked awhile ago. ...
always seemed like it wasnt done...
till today..
Wandering...
What is the difference between assent and denial?
What is the difference between beautiful and ugly?
What is the difference between fearsome and afraid?
What is the difference between light and the dark?
What is the difference between muddy and clear
What is the difference between dead and alive?
For in all there is clarity and it abounds there, before you..
Like a newborn before it learns to smile,
I have nothing to lose....in it my being can be discovered
In order to find strength, you must first become weak,
In order to find knowledge, you must first become blank,
Alone, with no true home, I have finally found it..
Muddled and cloudy my waters are vague,
They show the pain of my life,
Swirling there in their currents,
My past is alive, I cannot see for the mud,
Be calm and settled as a gentle mountain pond,
By seeing the bottom, you can reach to the top,
The people are merry as if at a magnificent party
Or playing in the park at springtime,
But I am tranquil and wandering, yet compeled
The people have enough and to spare,
Where I have nothing, yet it pleases me
The people are bright and certain,
Where I am dim and confused, yet drawn
The people are clever and wise,
Where I am dull and ignorant, yet free
Let the people have their cares,
Does a flower have to spin, or cry
To show me that is it beautiful,
Aimless as a wave drifting over the sea,
Castaway is my choice for nothing,
Attached to nothing, afloat evermore,
I become yet ever closer to the shore..
The people are busy with purpose,
Where I am impractical and rough;
I do not share the peoples' cares,
Nor shall i start, for my cares are irrelevant,
And being free of them leads me to her,
To be fed at breast of the mother,
Unhindered by cares and duty i am awake...
Her strength makes me ......
Lost as though i could never be found,
I nurture at my loss, grateful for the task,
In the way im am found without it i have been lost....
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Posted: 1/6/2008 1:09:08 PM | badass
your badass ways are gonna cost you someday...
kickin and scrapping the all along the way...
your badass ways are gonna phuck you one day...
but the price that it costs you is easy to pay..
sadness, pain and screams is all that i hear...
my you look tired... is there anyone near...
everyones had it...they all have thrown it in...
were tired and sore, from the badass whos been...
kickin our asses and everyone whos in...
the sorry state you've left us with no way to win...
no no no more my friend... the badass is in...
and im running that way before she sees me again...
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 1:25:42 PM | has anyone ever read Rob Brezny's horoscopes...this guy is the Bomb
I meditated on the perfect holiday gift for you. What might inspire you to be in closest alignment with the cosmic currents in 2008? I decided that if I could, I'd buy you a costume shop. That way you could try on a thousand different masks and disguises. And that would put you in the proper frame of mind for the assignment I hope you will carry out all year long, which is to play with your identity and experiment with new self-images and maybe even treat your life as an epic theatrical extravaganza.
If you wanted to, you could be a skilled rainmaker in 2008, and make big bucks catalyzing downpours in drought-stricken areas. Your magical potentials are such that you might even be able to divert the flows of rivers, purify the pollution out of suffering lakes, and staunch the tears of people who've cried way too much. In other words, you will have great power over the element of water. You could even use your wizardry to achieve a masterful equanimity toward your own oceanic emotions.
can you believe it this guy is amazing...
heres to great phuckin '08
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Posted: 1/6/2008 2:11:41 PM | And just what was this nonsense this poster saying?
hes been down on his knees and praying
the nonsense he spews ... is all too true
does not everything has some value
his lamenting is heard ...each and every last word
his knees are sore now from the constant abuse..
his soul is bare...and threaded from use
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Posted: 1/6/2008 3:02:14 PM | Craving more romance
forever a vicious game
longingly we play..
longingly we play
this game of flames forever
the chase is pure joy..
the chase is pure joy
enflamed and ecstatic
we dash in headfirst...
we dash in headfirst
sometimes way too soon and fast
the water is warm..
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 10:35:37 PM | hey you guys just got back from Barack the Vote......
& im tellin you this is the guy.....
please vote and be proud of the fact that you even can....
Barack in 08 for a change...
It's all up to you out there..
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 10:59:41 PM | Woohoo! Go Hash baby! :) 
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 11:10:52 PM | ty ty ty champs....lovin the love...ty for stoppin in to say hello and spreadin the love
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/6/2008 11:11:16 PM | new pages are turned
the book seems to be open
stop and take a look..
stop and take a look..
at the page here in your book
illuminating..
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| Hash' s Hause ....
Posted: 1/7/2008 3:37:30 PM | my ocean...
i miss the smell of salt, familiar to me once
heavy in the air on a cool january day
heaven stood before me and i didnt even know
her skirt and shawl draped in coral luminescense
drifting inward in a never ending surge
pulling out with it the impurities of now
the cry of untold flights, gliding on tired wing
limitless and purifying, dark and yet sad
her depths abound beauty and desire
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