halloween

 

scratching and the door to come in

 

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna hold me down:::

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I GOT TO BUY CHIMPOCKOMON

rollin rollin rollin

Steer your way, precious heart.. 

Ensemble

When we were kings of our own different worlds

was I the punk that stole your thunder

or was it just the other way around

now it gone done... 

home is where

::::: Home is Where the heart is:::::

hall of the mountain king

 ΔΟΞΑ ΔΡΑΜΑΣ

hall of the mountain king

hecate and the Saints

Hecate - Theater of Pain Chess - Peter William Wine

Saint Agape, Saint Irene and Saint Chionia(Snow)
 

cold water echoes

 

Without Compass, Needle Skinny Rose, 

pointed to heaven, lost in these words

in oblivious outcry I mend my first sight, 

whether it be darkness, whether it be light

Rune cast dyslexia in wells of cool night, 

in japanese gardens i seek jasmine might

with lotus skin deep as sleeping nomad tents,

my art i sell, my heart I lend.

Peacocks of nowhere buried tomahawks, 

passing further truths untold

my eruptive inwards heart of earth

 to shamans I unfold

a cave of ayashka, 

a hill of peyote

do not touch these flowers as they grow,

they are lines of age in stories written by the old

white tea and to levels of colorful rays i sing my morning song 

to early morning mist my passing season files I let unfold

to set forth the angel to the white light of the village hall

to find hope towards the fear of dying dreams that I have been told

soil and panther black outlines of design 

for Cambodian embarrassment of self.

Please do let me be sold as a pelt

the chains I carry but not as slave.

I died a million times for you.. 

&  I guess that tenderness is a weakness

More hills over cold water echoes

Clarity Paths - 30.10.2020

young gifted and skint

 Young, gifted and skint - that's where it in't

Look how easily it happened, look how easily I fell

Now I'm up to here in debt, there's a noose around my neck

There's a price upon my head

My past was all in borrowed time, stupid, stupid borrowed time

Now that the deed is done I'm waiting for the axe to fall

Fantasies grow in my brain - run away and start again

Disappear and change my name

Money makes the world go round, fear makes it turn much faster

Can't pay the rent-man a single thing, don't let the man from the Gas Board in

Maybe this is all a dream, maybe I'll wake up again

Maybe this could all be clean again . . .

90s 90s