The Kleinzee Project

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Tall worlds

In a dazzling spectacle
Of relaxed comfort,
I fall,
Drifting,
Lazily
Into the stream
Between realities.
On one side I witness
The lives of magical creatures
And unimaginable
Scenes
In an immortal society.
The other side of the stream
Bears and old lady
With a weaved basket
Of berries and fruits
And a small boy running through the tall grass.
Here
Is my decision:
Which reality
Would I chose?

Spice Route Journeying

Sunset and Circumstances

Kindness is found
In the smallest of spaces,
And the ties that bind me
Are no longer the burden.
I've tasted the fruits of sadness
And woke up in a bowl of gladness.
You will find me growling
Beneath my tree of destiny
While my armoured tail
Breaks  down  the branches
So I can piece together
The  fate I desire.
But I will keep my claws retracted
Until I find what I want,
And  I will pounce
And I will take it for my own.

Stillness must prevail

You think too much.
The mud in your head is
Putrifying.
You will lose yourself
If you have not
Already.
Hold yourself close,
Calm the decay
In your mental capacity.
Quiet that voice
Be it reason or not.
Shut it down,
For your sanity.
Start from scratch,
Keep it steady
And
Breathe.

Subliminal Victory

Scar my intention 
Weaken my voice of doubt. 
Like a lion caught In a mousetrap - 
Ducking and Diving 
And finding 
No end 
To this dark tunnel 
Of retribution. 
And for a fleeting moment, 
I accept. 
I accept me. 
Without modification 
Or criticism. 
I am me 
For all Eternity.

Space Cakes

There are only women
In this suffocatin epidemic.
This time
They died
A little
In the soles
Of their feet
As they tried to run
From the beast
Of frozen lungs.
Through pain
Through fire,
They reached
The cliff of truth
And as they jumped
Into the pirhana infested
Water below,
A small glowing ball
Lifted them
From the pain
Of tearing flesh
And crunching bones.

Destination Innovation

When I get there
It'll be over.
The anticipation,
The journey,
The excitement;
And fear of the unknown.
When I get there
I'll know all.
There will be nothing
To look foward to.
But I must get there
In order to ascend
To the next level
In this game,
This show,
This existence.

Hot air balloon Heaven

Fill your glass,
walk with me.
it's a day of great significance.
A day filled with
Possibility.
A day like no other.
This day will never return.
This day is but one.
So enjoy it.
Rejoice in it.
Drink to it.
Revel in the delight
of this day.
It is as unique
As you are.

Save my Woongleberries

Despair and excitement
And an unlit cigarette
Beneath the curtain of deceipt...
The idea tastes sweet
Like the oncoming traffic
Of heiroglyphic
... mental disturbance...
        What?
         No
It can't be
A mere nonsensical string of words
Attatched to each other by the
Mere broken interior
Of my forsaken mind.
      No.
You have just been
Mindfucked.

Sunlight Stardust

I feel large raindrops
Covering my face,
Cleansing my freedom.
I smell warm tar
Rising up to greet
The heat.
I should step outside
And drench my wisdom
In the growling thunder
Of angry clouds.
The sun has yielded
To give me a cool moment
To breathe
And rediscover
The simple pleasures
Of droplets of life
Dancing on my tongue.

Simple Intelligence

It's just another way to hell
Covered in disastrous excitement.
No-one can hide the truth
Quite as well as I.
Fairness in the distance
Shatters like a vase
In a concrete car port.

I'm feeling this,
It's insignificant,
It makes my brain implode.
A rose bud disintegrates
And my heart pulpitates
With a strange sound
Thudding in my ears.

I see it all
In that one second
Of consciousness.

A Page from Pocket Poems

Oneness

Have you ever looked above yourself
And seen a pillar of light
Ascending to the stars?
In this mere moment, you are connected
With the everythingness
That is.
Some days you wake up
With new knowledge
Floating around within.
The beam of energy
Is everything you need to know.
It's the source
Of all that exists,
All that ever was
And all that ever will be.

Sweet Lemons

Sophistication
And innovation
Are the price of my creation.
I'm into life and
Out of time
And things begin to blur
Into a degenerate
    ....   Interview   ....
Of sad and slow
Skeletons in my throat.
It's not fun
Always being the one
To hold my baggage of mistakes,
Breaking down the walls
Of self-doubt.
I'm bribing the clairvoyant
Inside me
To see you.

LangebaaNarnia

Beautiful morning.
Beach sand exfoliating my toes,
The caw of a seagull is followed
By the calming crash of waves
Adding a background beat to
The angelic voice, deep and emotional
Strumming Reggae tunes
Into the breeze -
Sending music across the shoreline
And into the ears
Of wind infatuated
Kitesurfers, Windsurfers,
People of the Water, Rocks, Sand
Gather round to catch her song,
Her love of music,
Her heart.

The journey of the Soul

The streets are empty I smell the rain I feel the cut grass irritating my skin. Lost in darkness I hope to find the sun again Babbling Through the clouds. Deserts cry into the sea For a hope long forgotten. A soul stretched to eternity Trips through the trees To greet me and make me whole.

About Kids

Why?
My little Jenna
My little Matthew.
My little vomit bag
For my little vomit kids.
My blog
My kids.
Save us
from your
Family.
Help us
Understand WHY
You put us through
You're in's and out's
Of motherhood.
Online
And free for all.
Are you not aware
Of the dangers
Of exposing your children
On the net
Where pedophiles lurk
Through the pages
And watch your family grow
Between the lines?

The Circle of Life

A person in a sacred space
Seems so calm and content,
But when their place has been intruded
By evil folks with knives and guns,
A person seems slightly disgruntled
And rain overshadows his innermost fears.
But when these evil beings
Rape and plunder
Steal and murder,
The calmest of people
Seem, well...
Not so calm
Anymore.
This is the way of the world,
The circle of life.
The Yin and the Yang of everything
We see, hear, feel, taste, smell.
All rolls into one, when distressed
And becomes a bombshell of consciousness.

Never be that person who seems so calm,
Never open your door to evilness.
It will tear you apart
Eat your soul,
And leave you
For Dead

Scorned, Worn and Forlorn

Her hands cradled the last of her hope,
Splashed against the newly tiled carpet.
Red wine seeps down
Into the floorboards
Of time.
Another year
Of delight and sorrow,
And the discovery of adventures
And times still to come.
Yet her eyes told a tale
Of utter despair.
She no longer wished to carry the burden
Of life.
She opened her hands,
And let all her hopes
Crash to the ground,
While she waited for the effects
To kick in.