Hear no evil Speak no evil See no evil

this is actually the original carving from which the expression 'hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil' comes from. It's on a temple in Nikko, Japan.

If I Were A Bell

If I were a bell I'd ring
If I were a bird I'd sing
If I were a candle I'd burn
If I were a table I'd turn
When I am a plant I'll grow
When I am a train I'll go
When I am a record I'll play
When I am a speaker I'll say:
Because I'm a pen I'll write
Because I'm a lantern I'll light
Because I'm a bird I'll sing
And If I were a bell I'd ring.

Your Daily Dose of Sureality

You Are No Longer Necessary

tokyo

Memento Mori

Remember you are mortal
So the dead men say
Waste not your years upon this globe
For soon you shall be like us
In envy of the living
Whispering in their ears:
Remember you are mortal

Fire Of Heaven

Bad Trip

dean!

Shall I compare thee

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
You are cold and bitter and full of hate
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Like a rotten worm in a corpse
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
When you came into my life I loved you
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
And I treated you like a god, doing anything
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
Just to make you a little bit happier
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
So you repay me like like a whore
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By spitting on all my love
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd.
And lying to me in your arrogance
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
You hurt me, so much,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
I can feel it like someone sucking the blood from my lungs
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
Your heart is like stone, stone
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
And ice. How could you do this to me
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
Never talk to me again. Stay away from my life
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I hope you die.

the idea was better than the reality, but it still bears reading
i probably shouldve put it into iambic pentameter, but i am a lazy bastard after all

Photography Permitted

in a cologne church

Drink

I am clear when you buy me,
White when you break me
Grey on grey days
Blue on bright days
And brown when you adulter me
My name is water; I was with you
When you were born, I flowed around you
I was the dew when you woke with the Cockerel
I was the frost when you woke with the robins
I was the tears of your sister when you father died
And I also was the tears of your lover when you lost her
And your own tears when you found her.
I was the cool oasis that saved you in the desert
I was the blue mist that dampened your joy in November,
The white snow that brought you new joy in December
And the sheets of cold hail that stung you in March.
I was the storm you wonder at
I am the wave you cursed
I was the flood, but I killed your fire
I am the downpour, but I grew your harvest
I was in those hot sticky nights of summer
I was in the mellow mornings of the tropics
I am the ice that cut
But I was the ice that soothed your cuts
I am the river and I am the ocean
I was the rain, and I was your wine
I am within you, I am without you
I was your mother; I am your child
My name is water.

Important Notice

wales

Song of the Channeler

Lost and repeatedly found; Gnawed at and broken
And yet I am his most prized possession.
His teeth scar me, his anger breaks me, But
Without me there will be no glory

Others have touched his hands, I am not so proud
To believe I only can channel his mind.
And yet, his own hands cut me with his knife
Others are left merely to mechanical rape

But I am murdered sweetly every time I am used
Every time I am put to my purpose, a little of me dies
A little less remains, a little less sharp and alive
Until once again I am mutilated, to become once again as he first desired me.

Sometimes I think he is musing on me
Though I know how ridiculous that is
And I cannot read his thoughts, even as
They are acted upon me

This white space is my entire world.
The only worlds I am permitted to inhabit are those I build from my own blood
And ever he stands above me, harsh or piteous,
Directing my slow decay.

And yet, I shall never complain of my fate
Though I am but a stub now, I live on in the dust
Of his vision. In myself there has been written a great symphony
And I alone have truly seen that poetry.

i can guarante you have completely misinterpreted this poem
and i need a better title again

Evidence for the Existence of God 2

or, Clouds over Cologne

Five things i can do better than anyone else i know of

Wearing Ties
Buttering Toast
Cutting Bread
Directing House Drama
Quoting Bob Dylan

not that much, when you think about it