middle men find it hard to sail into the sea
once tainted a boy
in experienced and pushed aside
now over rules the knight
empowered by i am
he hands them the answer

time cant tell
nor can it think
perception is key
i just made you blink

meditate or medicate
its your choice
ill still be around
once the trolls herd
bus bound north
silence
not even eye contact

poor bus driver
caring lost souls
next stop

The Word about time

In the beginning
there was word,
then the word became god,
God became human,
then humans, learned how to talk,
Gossip soon ruled the airwaves,
conversation became a stand still,
still we talk, but not as we know it.

One day, life was born,
in the still life of man,
man became light,
light became one,
one became god,

I am God, he said to his equals
Through judgement
their eyes saw lies,
fear instilled conversation,
they took action
to silence the word,

now word is fear
fear controls men,
men control lies
lies become truth.

How sad to see the light,
what is of men who cry in the night,
over spilt milk
made by trees,
now plastic takes over,
rinse and repeat.

I see change in the distance,
cried captain cook,
whats that in the pot
more lies,

fuck you history book,
you stole our generation,
then made up a lie,
they took the word,
and left us to die.

Im sorry
I love you,
Please forgive me,
Thank you.

Im blessed now -
I hear the Om
I am the A'h
believe the ah -
and ah will bring us home,
to the word
to the beginning
to god.


   

Huh

What if you and your skin are two separate entities, to the point of self healing, through mind development - meditation - diet - positive reinforcement  - and surrounded by like minded people,
I believe ...

thinking - looking - by pablo dumont

I make dinner, when the sun sets,
her eyes glissen in the breeze, lits switch - movements
in the distance, I hear her - but I dont see her,
where am I, and is this all there is to be,
who be, to be, so judgemental its sickening,
the sleepers dont listen, i grow inspired to change the world.

here i am, reading this back,
safety heals me,
I grow from ignorance.

well played jeff. 

jane

Jane the sane one,

was afriad of comitment,

crying like salt in the sea,

she asked the sun to find her dubree.

during the light, she found the delight

that came not from a napkin,

but a mushroom found in the park.

the lights and glitter soon turned into frustration and bitter,

poor jane, was so confused,

she was not the the one who was souly used,

when actually she was...

the insane one who abused..

the invisible ones at night,

cats follow her, fear yet respect her,

are you alone,
no cried the soul,
we are one,
rents due,
pay up

Happiness overwhelms her
like christal balls over looking the summer night sky
ah - Omm - I see your song,
beauty is of the beholder,
be - hold - her.

By Hector Grouse

During the festive season,

like most companies,

we celebrate christmas with a strong mug of fish oil,

& a friendly game of "your fired".

Originated in Mexico in 1873,

the term "your fired, actually translates to,

"where's my burito bitch"

A common greeting used during the depression.

After many hours of thinking out aloud in Chinese, & learning that library's are a place of silence, I decided to try this one out.

The game consists of me walking into the bosses office,

And in my thickest mexican accent, yelling out " YOUR FIRED"

franticly pointing at my sombrero, I decided to try this one out,

Sometimes, I invite my invisible friends to participate.

Garry, bill and Hector ( who all have epilepsi ) celebrate by randomly

Dropping to the floor in a frenzy of break Dancing.

one time, bill was dancing for hours, the ambulance was called,

& Since I'm no good with names, we ran away.

After the funeral, we all decided to get new jobs.

Since no one had pockets, we asked our parents for advice?

Unfortunately our parents died of polio,

So we decided to sent a text instead.

Were still waiting for an answer....

By Hector Grouse