Space Trash

Being a lady Like Cinderella It’s not all it’s...

Sat, 18 May 2013 07:12:00 -0400

Being a lady
Like Cinderella
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

Making conclusions
To finished agendas
I twitter my booty for the world to see.

Oh my stranger, look at me,
Please follow all my mind’s
Desertions

Strange to see
The lease
Signed off my heart
To anyone’s
Excursions

Truth is, I just want a look
a note
a comment
Anything

To proof to this
False mind of mine
That I am more than
“could have been”

To make it easy
Entering
The path laid out by
no good idols

Teaching
sociologically
Ideals laid out by
Jealous Rivals

Magazines to teach me
Holy scriptures
Written by the Nuns

None can analyze and reach me
Glory creeps up
When the cycle comes

Fuck me, Darling
Fuck my guts out
Fuck my angry, selfish mind

Feminists will
Always
Back me up
If I am wrong or right

Oh my world,
Oh see right through me
See my weary, tired eyes

See my cellulite and scars
Oh
See through photo-shopic lies
Oh my stranger
Hear my playlist
Further ignorance toward fear
Oh my stranger
Rise your fist
Just, honey, just buy me a beer.
I’ll give you something you’ll forget
Next chance
you get to
Find the real

And one day even I will fall
hard enough
To learn to feel

MUMMIES WITH SYPHILIS life is dark and the light is somewhere...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 09:29:20 -0400

MUMMIES WITH SYPHILIS

life is dark and the light
is somewhere hidden in the prison
where they stick you when you die
of consumer terrorism

cataclysm comin soon, analyze it round noon,
when Russia backs out of space
we’ll be shooting at the moon

we’ll put red carpets on mars
for universal stars
holier than ever
writing memoirs of wars

our ideas, our problems
reunited by fear
and all one race in space
questioning what we were doing here

we’ll disregard the heart of
wrong and right
again
we’ll miss the part about art,
music and light
again

give us your poor, your tired,
longing to be free
and they’ll be bored, retired
and stuck in solitary “

“‘til you’re so fucking crazy
you can’t follow their rules”
and still we’re stuck in this
shady game played by the mules

so keep sleeping, keep weeping
keep on keeping your cool
until you’re deep in with the sheep
in the game of the fool

still life is dark and the light
is somewhere hidden in the cell
at the end of rock bottom
between heaven and hell

Being A Lady

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 09:18:00 -0400

Being a lady
Like Cinderella
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

Making conclusions
To finished agendas
I twitter by booty for the world to see.

Oh, please, stranger, look at me,
Please follow all my mind’s
Desertions

Strange to see
This lease
Signed off my heart
To anyone’s
Excursions

Truth is, I just want a look
a note
a comment
Anything

To proof to this
False mind of mine
That I am more than
“could have been”

To make it easy
Entering
The path laid out by
no good idols

Teaching
sociologically
Ideals laid out by
Jealous Rivals

Magazines to teach me
Holy scriptures
Written by the Nuns

None can analyze and reach me
Glory creeps up
When the cycle comes

Kiss me, Darling
Kiss my guts out
Kiss my angry, selfish mind

Feminists will
Always
Back me up
If I am wrong or right

Oh my world,
Oh see right through me
See my weary, tired eyes

See my cellulite and scars
Oh
See through photo-shopic lies

I’ll give you something you’ll forget
Next chance
you get to
Find the real

And one day even I will fall
hard enough
To learn to feel

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IT’S ALL GOOD the cunts the bitches the psycho that...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 10:27:52 -0400

IT’S ALL GOOD

the cunts
the bitches
the psycho that twitches
the dying
denying
the ravaged and savaged
the living
the dead
the starving
the fed
the fat guy in limbo
the mutated bimbo
the pervert
the addict
the wasted
pathetic
the ego driven maniac
the teleported brainiac
the assholes
the dicks
the thugs
and the hicks
the beaten down punk
confused, lonely drunk
the gang kids
drug dealers
the fighters
the squealers
crazy boy
crazy chick
unheard
lonely and sick
the hateful
the lover
the man-hatin’ mother
the faggot, the dyke
white guy with the mic
the restless
the fakers
bums and money makers
the strippers
the creeps
the crippled
the freaks
the normal delusional everyday lady
the business man, self hating, shapeless and shady
the liar
the cheat
soldiers beggin’ defeat
the self absorbed Hollywood actor as self
the insecure actress
faceless frame on a shelf
the hipsters
the smart ass
the yuppies
and hard ass
the vegans
the naturalists
tantric pseudo taoist
the skank
and the therapist
gun slingers
terrorist
the pope
and the slave
the coward
the brave
the restless
the tweaked
the aware
and the freaked
the anxious
the terrified
depressed
and objectified

all in one sack of shit
fighting over trash
hoping not to end up
with an ass itch and a rash.

BETTER THAN LIFE AND DEATHthere’s only one fight electric,...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 10:24:00 -0400

BETTER THAN LIFE AND DEATH

there’s only one fight
electric, magnetic
there’s only one puzzle to solve

between you
and yourself

and death.

I hate you
because I love you

I forget you
because I care

I want you
because I miss you

I fear you
because I dare

Annie doesn’t act
on instinct

Annie follows rules
and cries

Annie lets go
of dreams and shared emotion

lives in a pit of
hate and lies

let the rain fall
on her naked skin

so we all see
what she could have been

let the torture
rise to freedom

at the core

let the blood drip
from her open heart

so we all feel
a little less apart

let the tanks
roll us all over

on the floor

there’s only one fight
magnetic, electric
there’s only one truth to be true

there is black and there’s white
there is darkness and light

every shade of creation
is you.

0 - 1 Actuality begun -1 + infinity We dream the...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 10:15:26 -0400

0 - 1

Actuality begun
-1 + infinity
We dream the dream
Deliberately
1 + 2 + 3 + 4
and more
Much more
Keep up the score
And
7, 12, til larger means
Subtracted
By our fears and dreams
And
144
+1000 is right
To give you
Second, minute, hour,
Light day, darkened night

But all adds up
Subtracts until
But one is found
As whole
To finish 1 and 2 and 3
To save our
Dying soul

When time has faded
Integrated
Long hours waited
Questioned heart

The contemplated
Segregated
Health belated
Fell apart

Then woke and dreamed
Another time
Following algebra
And rhyme

And fire came again
To lift up
Higher men

Til all but one heart
Lit with fire
Followed a
Singular desire

And once it was gone
They had one.

As the thoughts
Locked in cell
Opened
Following plot

All the knots
Dissolved hell
Starstruck
Only by God.

Über - Life

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 09:58:37 -0400

zombie philo-sophia
spreading dick gonorrhea
causing foot ischemia
and cultural diarrhea

while the
mummy with syphilis
acts
with optical dissidence
to restart photosynthesis
as a god-sent revisionist

just to brainwash the masses again

and the hopeless, torn pessimist
turns to the careless expressionist
to see through his depression mist
to stay silent and coexist

but the fearful enlist
and the dreadful assist
while the stay-at-home egoist
will resist

back to the cell
where we all live, in hell
we judge and we dwell
in this psycho nouvelle.

love thy murderer

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 15:12:09 -0400

love thy neighbor turned to

fear thy neighbor while my

next door neighbor plans to

kill his neighbor

what a world, to see the light
what a place, to feel alright
what a constant senseless mess
heartache turned man heartless

so anybody able to
explain this all to us
should step up now and say

do more than preach
do more than speak
do more than fear and pray

nature raped by institution
begging just for hug and kiss
if these aren’t the Dark Ages
I don’t wanna know what is.

cocks and cunts for everyone. no heads no faces too illegal to be safe. the mailman brings me new...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 14:45:12 -0400

cocks and cunts for everyone.
no heads
no faces

too illegal to be safe.

the mailman brings me
new DNA

and my life is all
molded and formed.

I wish I could relate
to anyone.

volts of electricity
flowing through my brain
please make me sane.

fabric of space flows in circular patterns where all that is...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 14:16:05 -0400

fabric of space
flows in circular patterns
where all that is bendable
bends.

human traffic exchanged
up where servitude matters
and where all that’s extendable
rents.

fabric of time
is my color and mind
is my left hemisphere
spilling origin and rhyme

totally rested.
and
totally drawn
to the endless pursuit
of this lifeless prelude.

thank you,for your infestation of my ancient nation my most...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 13:54:03 -0400

thank you,
for your infestation
of my ancient nation
my most familiar location.

because your desperation
caused this alienation
by the manipulation
of our brain’s vibration.

now my star constellation
becomes my destination
because of raised causation
of your devastation.

thank you, Uncle Sam
for your increased sensation
for things in full vibration
for use of masturbation.

thank all your weak translation
for our soul’s deep starvation
thank your false liberation
for our decapitation.

thank you for aggravation
of our brains calibration.

thanks for your elevation
of your association.

thank you for exhumation
of your false declaration.

thanks for your estimation
and risen expectation.

and for the fascination
of our young delegation
to wish for exploitation
of your big corporation.

thanks for your desecration
of my generation.

walk up to the end of the world there’s a mountain in the...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 13:50:33 -0400

walk up to the end of the world
there’s a mountain in the middle of an ocean

look on through to the basement
of the castle on top of the mountain

light a match !!!

you’ll see us
holding hands
at the edge of each others galaxy.

titleless

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 13:44:04 -0400

the maintenance lady takes a toke off the spliff
she asks herself if anyone else exists.
she combs through her hair and shouts into a phone
“even if I wanted to be, I couldn’t be alone”

I am naked with that giantcomplicated razor bladed ego...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 13:38:28 -0400

I am naked
with that giant
complicated
razor bladed
ego driven
raged
devided
brain

and I’m ok
I’m ok with suicidal selfishness
I’m ok being the weird one in the cast
I’m ok being the rabbit in the hat

too much acid
too much life

I am just like you

You just don’t know yourself.

I’ve been searching aimlessly To be The tree you planted...

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 13:31:45 -0400

I’ve been searching aimlessly
To be
The tree you planted there
For everyone to see.

I’ve been searching aimlessly
To fear
Life’s extra ordinary God
That brings despair

I’ve been heading
Towards the Sun
Aimlessly but urgently

And watching, reading
Life giving the go
To let the serpent free

Ego died
Reflected light

Day and night to save my year

Conscience tried
And won the fight

Prayed and cried before, from fear

All the time
Spent, pen and paper
Crushed the chime
To save me later

Heart on fire
Knowing I had lost myself again

I seemed not fine
To this creator
Sang the rhyme
Participator!

Crushed the liar
Knowing I had found myself again.

Birds and bees
Fall to your knees
And smell the shit you’re being fed.

Or pay your fees
Swim overseas
And please them, while they paint you red.

Drowning in your blood
‘cause we have forgotten
How to think.

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Fri, 11 Jan 2013 12:36:22 -0500

pgmcanalla: Take it easy…

Fri, 11 Jan 2013 12:32:48 -0500

pgmcanalla:

Take it easy…

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Fri, 11 Jan 2013 12:13:29 -0500