Ride The Snake


(Source: Spotify)

On The Water’s Edge

Am I just the face of incest?

Or am I a case of space or born blessed?

Time is an illusion

Illuminate the manifestation

Of Man’s creation

and understand the relation

Between death and salutation,

Born to die

I die to be born

Lies are beyond closed doors

Manipulating minds, precipitating time

Warning signs and

We’re warring why?

Money is just wood - power

We’re not dead wood, I’m sour

This life is ours, not the Towers

Shadowing the golden flowers 

Will numbers keep you happy on the eve the demon devours?

Look beyond your eyes, apply a new sight and

Enjoy a blue summer’s night

Don’t bleed blue young knight

Don’t seed fury

This old story.

Standing on the tower’s point

Contemplation corrupts corruption

Astral musings produce new movements

And water wets humans.

The cosmos includes green moss

So does space include us?

The stars are a pretty picture when

The moon merges with this river

The fumes, incense of lavender,

I’m happy here 

On the water’s edge.

Space is Breathing

If space is an infinite entity

Then death is not the end of me

Birth is not the start of me

Life is just a blip within an infinity
That recycles affinity, virginity and even divinity.

(Source: pyramidpoetry, via pyramidpoetry)



Palm trees
Green leaves
Weed seeds
We see
More than you, do you?
A poet in low-key
A man of mischief
Like Loki,
Grey seas
Exotic trees
New lies
Replace old purity
Pagans become puritans
Become salesmen,
A soulless generation
Gold-less and godless
Cosmos is extraneous
Are now wanderers
Wonders are monotonous
And the future is anonymous.


Without me, what are you?
We are not asleep, we are not a dream
He is not in charge, I am free
I am me
We are two, we become one
And equal three
A mould grows like mold
And a story becomes reality.

Chagall's Picture


Violins in this pink sky
A cow in this cowardly mirror
Purple trees stand by this red river
Golden grass moves throughout this picture.
Clouds assume you move through into the mountains too
Do you? Draw music notes up up high
And write lyrics, so that people who understand it
Can out stand…


Beyond the Bonds of this Chaotic Pond


Beyond the Bonds of this Chaotic Pond

Little Commoner


A commoner
A commoner
A dirty little commoner
A commoner
A little fucking commoner
A commoner.

Left unwashed, mashed, strapped of cash
Born lashed, ready to blast, life turned to ash
Can’t afford uni, only juvey,
Fast tracked from the slum to the slam
Stripped from a human to ham
Born to die,…

Don’t Trip Over

Capture beauty

Harness it.

Is it a flower? A power?

Art? A part of the body?

Is it to-be smart?

God’s image isn’t a pretty one

Fibonacci’s numbers aren’t a petty sum,

So why are there snobs and others, scum?

Money meets fun and glum

Like the prospect of a paper gun.

Disconnection, dissipation, disassociation


Dystopia in a place where

We all go, and we all come

There’s meaning beyond but be careful

There’s peril in wisdom

So stay sterile

In this cerebral

There’s a Ferrell child

A lust for nature 

The wild star-tiled pile of fertile aisles.

A mushroom kite,

A sight for cat’s eyes


The rabbit’s habits habitually happen

The clock on the chest begins to blossom

Two eyes lie back, I lay on my back and play dead like a possom

Third one open, my mind twists and tosses

Muses past lives,

Ancient like fossils

- This moss is lit purple

- This grass is bliss, blue

- This moon is green, this loon is freed.

Nature, my Queen.

Red Time

Time ain’t here

Flesh is.

You can’t see time here

But you see flesh

Bloodied, red, rotting


You don’t see time here

But you see flesh fed with lead.

This red beach features creatures,

Leeches attached to features neglect

A star-screened sky, but it’s nature which teaches,

Brown the White House with my feces


See I see eye to eye with my conscious

But you can’t, you’re born farmed

Raised for slaughter, tele taught ya

Enjoy the abattoir,

Counting sheep should haunt ya. 

(Source: restinpeaches, via reviring)

Coffee and Cake Facade

coffee and cake facade
you’ve changed
you’re not part of the same arm,
which becomes a flower
time was ours
but now it’s sour
How’re you? I don’t give a shit now, truthfully,

beautifully beiruet

travelling to the days in school, when you turned beetroot, but now
you’re coo,
i’m blue, 90s nostalgia
da ba dee da ba doo,
neglect projects regretful reflections
pulled away like c-sections
sick of these phonetic connections

and clouded rejections

coffee and cake facade
you’re in a dream, and it’s hard
but i’m going now, tra
fading stars, blacking hearts.


Capture imagination
Harness it
Look to the mountains, the clouds, stars
and start to wonder, then wander
Feel the forest
Dance with the druids
Hear the trees whisper and
Taste the shrooms fluids
The magic, the enigma
Perception becomes clearer,
The soul of a warrior
The mind of a traveler
Dimensions cross over
Is this the same flower?
The rainbowed moonlight
Illuminates the toadstools
Freshens the forest
Bewitches the woods and
Space paints this pretty picture,
Ethereal illusions, delusions
Fermented fusions
Ceremonious projections
and astral musings,
The bark is drooling
Sage’s mind’s oozing
This fire is cooling
But this giant’s just snoozing.


fairies by Hanule


fairies by Hanule

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Fuckbook, Break Up

Solitude occurs
in the presence of people, in
the transience of trend
fighting with Facebook -
reset your index and
resist the will to send.