rambling and rambling and rambling...
random ramblings of a fool who pretends to have something fundamental to say about the human condition but can only come up so utterly and miserably meaningless words that he should ask himself if it is worth the trouble
Thursday, April 14, 2011
This blog is moving.
Due to problems of accessing this blog from Turkey (where I live) I have moved everything to a new site: http://surrenderhoneypronto.wordpress.com/
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
a merciless search is on the way
on the twisting streets of my memories
for a 'happy once upon a time' moment
and I remember:
had I truly liked myself
I wouldn't have spent a lifetime
running away
to become someone else.
but finding myself on the shores of
the ever expanding present back at home
can't help but compare myself
against a mirage of
this someone I once was
and wonder if all that journey
was for something. nothing?
on the twisting streets of my memories
for a 'happy once upon a time' moment
and I remember:
had I truly liked myself
I wouldn't have spent a lifetime
running away
to become someone else.
but finding myself on the shores of
the ever expanding present back at home
can't help but compare myself
against a mirage of
this someone I once was
and wonder if all that journey
was for something. nothing?
Monday, March 14, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
our hybrid dreams
we sell on the short
like some twitter feeds
imprisoned within an
artificial constraint
and then
words fall upon words
hiding their secret
associations
under their false
trans-funk-crip-tion-al
pretenses
line after line
we sell on the short
like some twitter feeds
imprisoned within an
artificial constraint
and then
words fall upon words
hiding their secret
associations
under their false
trans-funk-crip-tion-al
pretenses
line after line
Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
no writing mojo
don't know if this is
because of all the sad
winter mornings of the world
i spent looking at
pictures of the
beautiful people
at all the distant shores
i've been to
but don't regret leaving
yet i am here
watching conan
at the wee-hours of the night
and still no mojo
don't know if this is
because of all the sad
winter mornings of the world
i spent looking at
pictures of the
beautiful people
at all the distant shores
i've been to
but don't regret leaving
yet i am here
watching conan
at the wee-hours of the night
and still no mojo
Monday, January 31, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
it is the sound of train-wreck of a life there preserved within the empty kitchens and absent women flowing with dubious extra care cracked open in old rock concert posters that nobody remembers coherently even under a spotty sun with a hallow core ain't that fucking great
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
threading the night with a feeling of something inescapably fleeting that i don't particularly know but desperately need it is a terrible blind fight in the muddy labyrinths of my mind under layers of anxiety and unfulfilled fantasies of the kind which requires a lot of quiet contemplation and talking
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
hungry for some unwarranted ironic wisdom my dim-witted conscience was handicapped by a wishy-washy ghost static was all i could hear then on but i got all the words you like right here in my pocket with all the emotional content and the sincerity to go along with right here in my pocket even if empty rooms of my deliberate reason and blossoming walls of my anger made their bloody business to make sure that whispering cold waters of my indifferent reflection were stopped in their tracks permanently i fucking hate that!
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