Like Long Love Sometimes Shorter Sweeter Dancing Down Dove

piannou ::: with unspoken words with ( A.M ) by chronik

Lost for a while
Just to come back
To open my eyes
See

Don't go into that dark thought
Don't always expect that something
Has to go wrong or else it isn't
Reality

Everything is fine, we are happy
And that's all that we need
No weed will match the way you are
Through my eyes

,

Save Our Souls from ourselves
Our imprints of yesterday
Rebuild the fortress with doors
Find peace

Song

Of all the things that could of happened
You did
I might be mad to say that this is love
You will
I lost my head, just to find it again
In your lap
My brown eyes, green, blueish haze
Are now wide open
Never imagined I'd find you
To be what I always wanted
Didn't think I'd care
Care enough to throw myself at you
Care to bear
Never thought I'd love someone again

Theft

To what do I owe the pleasure
Of having you here play
The way I see you now
Once the trip is self aware
Dear Babylon, my whip
Is full of grace and sweat
For all I care divine
For ending of our race

Wish I could make sense
Of everything and really
Understand the way you
Tick, but that is not
Important, because I feel
and that's sufficient
No mental tricks to disembowel
No need for games
To see who stays on top
Just drop in in my ocean
My density is thick enough
To make you float and breathe

A lotus in the middle of the sea

WW|MH

I'll make a scar so you can remember
A scar that will record all that we are
A mark of our beginning in september
It will be the beautiful and the bizarre
That came out of that isolated chamber
In which we've let ourselves reach out
Touching in places we've never touched so far
All that was then, all that goes south
All fusing into nothingness under our star
Into the sky while resting on our sprout
The lack of air and water made everything
More meaningful as it struggled for survival
The bond grew stronger as it was nothing
As it was ready to begin again in it's revival
Being the tuning of the chords making it sing
All very hectic, all very complicated to sustain
The tolerance of egos, the bruising of the self
The separation of the bodies, the effort of the brain
In the rewiring of our act of loving in itself
In hanging on the good vibe that helps it to maintain
While making it continue on for as long as it can go
Fighting rejection while making the love grow
Making it easy to go on, now that we know

thought of

is generally fake
the dominion is
unfocus on anything
the strain in your ride
the one day is too much
the second is none at all
diversions make me live the moment
but they also make me ignore
sharing is nice but you can't
share yourself with the world
without making someone feeling left out





puzzle me good
puzzle me hard
puzzle me evil
puzzle me soft
ly

wishful thinking
never does one justice
it merely makes way
so what are we thinking?



I cry not because I feel
I cry because I'm stuck
To suggest that one relies and cherishes
The end

Jaw Break

I don't know who you are
But that makes me feel better
The weather never changes
Autumn, Winter, Summer, Spring

Bite by bite the light
Gets all too bright
The shoulder of forgiveness
Never forgives hesitation

I mean, it's all well under the sun
But sometimes I feel that chaos
Will bring us together somehow
Don't get me wrong, I love you
But I noticed that your fire towards me
Gets brighter every time we have a fight
I may be biased, but at the end of the day
It helps me sleep better at night
Knowing you're there, pissed at me
I don't know if this will help build a future
But the present seems predictable

I trust you, I am comfortable around you
You really take me as I am, and I am happy

I just love what you've done with the place
I was just about to suggest to get a mirror
Over the bed, so you could see yourself

While we're at it, lets not try to write our future just yet
I need some time to sort out my synapses, I've connected wit

Honey, it's not that I don't like you, it's just that
Sometimes you're too sweet, I need some bitter here and there
You have to understand how I feel, or else!!

Riding along on my pony, in my quest to find Neverland
I have to play my part, I have to be like all the other
Crusaders, I must move, feel, think and walk like a motherfucker
Otherwise the Gatekeeper might figure me out
And not let me in

Sometimes you just have to stop everything
To look at what you're doing
If that seems impossible just ...

THM

Born in Costangeles
Raised by the wolves
Educated at random
Reticent about gregarious formations
With a proclivity towards
Arsen and gellyfish
Later on to become a student
Of the Fine Art departament
At the Ovidius University of Constanta
Working in all sort of fields
That cover visual art
Painting & drawing
Installation, collage
„street art" ( at the moment focusing foremost on photography)
BUT ALSO FLIRTING
As a petite IGNORANT
With things like videomontage
Screenplays, poetry, prose.

Also expresses an embullient
Interest in cinematography
Literature, computer games (rpg and adventures mostly with a touch of tekken blistering fingers sessions )
In short all tumblings and creations
Of effervescent minds
And also very selective in choices
Of music and film
Which is alot to say
About a veteran aniota (anime otaku)
And profesional slugabed
Will be famous after death

Footnote

If my ceramic eyelids
Are foreseeing pyramids
Then it must really be
That you can see me
My true form has been
Unleashed as mean and
Inconsiderate as eye

Grappling hook from up above
Ensnare and lift me up
So I can see you as you are
Love makes me feel something
Corrupt, as long as I can bare
One, bare two, as you can go
And come as I have patience

Belonging has never been so easy
Until now, I feel so cheesy
I feel that I could hold it more
But somehow I get lost among
The details of procedures
United once and then apart
Please tell me that this isn't art

One thing that never changes
Is, that I can hold you longer
That rest makes me relaxed
Enough to forge our bond beyond
Mere insignificant connections
Enough to make you want to stay
Throughout the surrogate erections

Reversed cowboy, the sunset is behind
My mind is here in front, my eyes
Are glimmering with mighty dreams
Of unforeseeable delight that might
Come out of this connection to the eye
That watches every move you have to teach
The reach around, the laugh of my acceptance

posponey

forgive me
for I am at a loss
the question is
to floss or
not to floss

more over
for the times
I'm sober
I wish I could
I wish I can
one man
one giant pan

preTTy
always
wonder

why
to fly or not to fly
one at a time
your wish is my demand
my hand is sore from all
the clicks the bleeps
my sugar coat is incomplete

I have returned
I have it all
I have nothing
Two say to you

except I wish I could
I wish I can
take I and put it out
it burns

SMASHED ego
do go on

Strings

for once will you renounce yourself
to something great, to something straight
for once will you abide the flow
and let us know where you will go

for once will you complete your work
and move on to the things that count
for once will you renounce the dork
that sleepwalks through your life

for once will you make courage count
and not just make a mess of things
for once will you renounce the strife
and take your life and give it wings

too late

psyonic storms rule the land
electricity flows through the air
while the people are underground
because the air is too heavy to bear
scouts can be seen near a mountain
they are expecting an overseas package
to fix up their underground fountain
because it sustained lots of damage
5 unborn children have 23 months in
they cannot get born without ritalin
and the fountain is fueled with the
juice from the underground rivers
the haunting never stops in this hell
you can hear the bell and he's there
at the core of not there but elsewhere

wanger

half asleep, half awaken
i still manage to bring home the bacon
morals are as selfish as you
something old is now something new
medicated buffoon, this is my corner
go get ur bitch and warn'er
that her shit is gonna hit a dick bigger
than ever imagined, nigger
I can't really say that i'm incomplete
you piece of blood swolen meat

2S3

dear you, dear deer
i wanna be able to play
with you, in the fields of greece
but i can't stop fearing the worst
and imagine that the world is a dark place
full of intentions and goals and ambitions
i see no good in that, and no true shape
i see only lies and fake images everywhere
we are all stars, we are all great, we are all individuals
we look the way we look because the others like it
we lick asses we lick egos we lie to get ahead
true skill must have a purpose, must be free
but all this world wants is to chain it to a post
and use and abuse it, this is the world made by the brave
made by the visionaries, the obsessed, i don't want to
be obsessed anymore, i want to be free to feel the way i want to feel
why can't you love me just because i love you?
i have ambition, but i don't have something to motivate it
to want more, to be a whore, to sell myself at every corner of the street
i am not a desirable product, that's what shopping is for
you should do it more often, and not do it at home
desirability.
it has come to my attention that all machines are acceptable
it doesn't matter if you want a beetle or a lamborghini
there will always be someone who will like one or the other
so, in your lamborghini quest, why not settle for a beetle?
what do you want anyway?
true love, is the love you have for something that's broken
your car always backfires and overheats and has problems that make it to STOP
and you yell and you hit, but after you fix it you kiss it on the hood
because it didn't die on you and it lives once more and everything is in place
that's the love i adore, that's the love i aspire to, i am willing to overlook
all your factory defects, and love you for all the parts that work

re:heal

I'd have to say that your magikal formula worked
i can feel it happening, iCan feel it as we speak
the magikal cure, the magikal mix made me A quirk
turned my hands into wings & my Nipples into beaks
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read the capitalized letters in this poem
4 an action that is most revealing of self
it will highlight the inner wish to be a bum
and the wish to hide on a dusty old shelf

astro

molecular disorders
myst orders
the folders are opening
my friend, is coming to an end
magikal being make feathers
great white, in the slots
what utter crap
and how do u know they did that?
were you there?
Serial can opener
can you open me?

444

no more goodbyes
no wave in vain
no more white lies
no one's insane

one afternoon
one e-ve-ning
one cuddly spoon
one cares to sing

cares for a girl
cares for a smile
cares for a stirr
cares no one wild

toffolow

vile violent streams
hit rock bottom
when he screams
my name, short 4 sodom
the river in my head
comes to pieces
when he misses
when he enters
the wrong hole
because i care
because i follow
and tommorow and
today i'm gonna
split my fazer
into carbon and dioxide
saber alien coward
demise, solarize
my careless thought
cauterize my last
complot

don't call me after 23

i have a friend hacker
he's good with his shit
he helped me to erase
your yahoo account
your del.icio.us
your facebook
your demonoid
your filelist
your divshare
your myspace
your last.fm
your youtube
your flickr
your gmail
your vimeo
your 220
happy
networking
asshole.

eCrate

all you junkies out there,
raise your hands in the air,
and play with your hair,
like in your own Bel Air;
wild petals hit the acceleration
and end up in a situation where
they need to make up a situation
because we live in an adhd nation
pioneer steer, here we come
to steal the bow, arrow sparrow
ants galore, make up some
needle venom head of a snore

lion snatch doubled

the Dallas cyanide tongue
the Sunset of time clap
the Lonely cancerous lung
the mason in chicago
has three letters in his oak
ink, yes and no let go
a cyclone is rocking the boat
i'm sorry for the farts
i'm sorry for the neon
grand crop circle arts
Dollar Singularity Leon

Ananansie

Something blue my mind
Upper perpendicular corner
Someone red my diary
Supper time for you
Same green on my face
Chopper down the alley
Boom goes the coconut

envissionary

my oh my, why is it so scary?
what perils await me, and when
the pen says that it will all be ok
but my mind is sharp and i can't stop questioning
why is it so scary to trust
robust relations are being built in the horizon
envision a missionary slut
making waffles at burger king while speaking on the phone
i'm prone to be mystaken i tend to be complete
i came into the work without saying hello

salt sugar

pedestrian foes
i car rape you
salty marsh mellows
roasted right through
scratches on the sidewalk
accidents happen for no apparent reason
just the random getting what it wants
make you hate this fucking season
make you make up hero chants
closure wounds

echo robotica

hi, how are you? I am fine thanks
to make the long story short
to take you to your escort
to power up and empty up those tanks
to deal with stuff you have to sort
to finally come clean
and stop with all the being mean phaze
i tell you crazeee, i tear you apart
why be so mean?
why inbetween?
how can we stop being nestea
and finally come clean
i feel the dangers of the world to come
and i have to tell it's not sum
place where you wanna raise ur kidz

zion exibit

i have to say that today was a day
a day like today must not go away
♥ away we go out and do the limbo
Maybe I'm a bad dancer a prancer
a chance up, can't fit my cup
ribbit to every exibit you
you, pimp double oo gee
at the bottom of
it all
can
nag
less
pin
ups
ftw
omg
I think you're overdone

corporate reality dream

alloy mental savage fleet
I don't want to look at space
5:05 is the message of the day
no Way this is going to define me
is was said yesterday on wall street
the nuclear bomb of the world dot com
final escape philosophy, the world to come
the VIBRANCY of mosquito eyes
If you're not in front of you
I 'm left without lies

ris-e-sir

shake
your skull
make magik
happen
don't be so dull
get ur whip and pen
go get your cowboy gun
gang bang, cockney slang
burn your skin under the sun
the spoken word, the words are stung

one will have to go to make room

here comes the truly spectacular knight
to save me from death and to fight
with the demons I know so well
who i wasn't able to dispel

here comes the red swan
full of hope as the one
with long army boots
wearing a cloth that was
picked from a handful of suits

here comes tragedy
as i wasn't able to see
if it wanted me
or just wanted to slay
the demons away

here comes one last blow
for i wasn't able to show
all that was meant to be seen
and am left, all alone, a machine

NO T HERE

Stop talking that way|Stop thinking that way
No one is listening to you|No one is gonna get you
You take one shot at life|And you ruin it with fears
They smudged your knife|With the blood of your years
It's funny how somehow|You feel older than you
As years come to now|You feel more like anew

68-///-89

You always imagine
As you listen to that crap
As i listen to someone born into this
iSee the Lynch to the page of foreveris
For if ever will be the vodka will be trouble
And the three crosses you see will be double
Because the impressions you make will be acid
And you and your little horse will be flascid
Because of the shortcuts you continue to follow
To the 1 to the 2 to the 3 of the world of tommorow
All because your dad was a stiff man, that made you a woman
To live and to fight with the light of the world that
Makes
You
what
You
Are
.
.
.

The sky is my ally

to finish something
you must start it
if you sitting
get your ass off the cold cement
you'll get a cold and then we can't speak face to face again
cuz i'm afraid of the virus
that's gonna invade my sinus
drop me in an ocean and I'll freak
So to speak, if you know what i mean
then please don't be so mean
i mean i'm mean, the scene is obscene
The sky is the only way to go
when you're hi you can't say no
I'll have to go, and then some
who's gonna come and seize the day?
who's gonna play with y'all today?
Why Ho Orange, don't have courage?
The ownage is of it's own age now
and all yougsters would have to bow
somehow the the now of remember
we're in november, lost defender
me and my rhythm box, me and my
will have to fly to the zone of no return
the now what will stay will have to burn

preprogrammed

Hi, how are you?

My brains are my friedns
I see double triplets
A girlfriend from the past
Has made my image last
Whatsoever god sends
Must have three nipples
The colours of my skin
The brothers of my kin
Are all imaginary visionaries
Falling through the binary
Cindy caught hot on tape
While she's on the rape
Do the rape with with me
Snipers on my forehead
Aiming at the beads

sucky yucky

The beans and the pink spaghetti sound kitschly delicious
The vicious sound of the ping covers up the frictions
The mission that you make with your own hand
On land, usually means the sea and the sand
The band that has it all will have to crash
My stash has remade my mustash
From the peanut in the rat's ass
And I'm following the beans
'till I get to New Orleans
The seams are not
Forgotten

THE END

writeous sluter

Backing towards the final destination
Pondering about the influential trip
One fear will come for neutralization
Forever trapped in a pain pleasure leap
Directing pidgeons towards the final destination
Death is not final, nor is it an original notion
Reacting to the feelling, acting in an instance
Pigeons flock while keeping individual distance
My vibrations wobbling direction forever yoyo
The stench I carry on my shoulders is a no go
Dettach the heavyweight, fly like a butterfly
Saying goodbye, look back and you'll know why
My location is unknown. The internet is down
Snippets of reality strike, with blunt force
I thought you were the only one, I was blind
I can now see into the future with open arms
1 more I and I go crazy pimpishly dizzyabled

español:

Respaldo hacia el destino final
Reflexionar acerca de la influencia viaje
Un temor vendrá de neutralización
Para siempre atrapados en un dolor de placer salto
Directivo pidgeons hacia el destino final
La muerte no es final, ni tampoco es una idea original
Reaccionando a la feelling, actuando en un ejemplo
Mientras que bandada de palomas de mantenimiento de la distancia individual
Mi vibraciones wobbling dirección siempre Yoyo
El hedor que llevo sobre mis hombros es un no ir
Dettach el peso pesado, volar como una mariposa
Decir adiós, mirar hacia atrás y sabrás por qué
Mi ubicación es desconocida. El internet se ha reducido
Fragmentos de la realidad de huelga, con la fuerza contundente
Pensé que eras el único, yo era ciego
Ahora puedo ver en el futuro con los brazos abiertos
1 más y me voy loco pimpishly dizzyabled

B4BRAKFUsT

Green walking man
Red sitting man
Why don't you come to peace
And show together on the screen
You dispose yourselves of each other
Whenever you hear the signal
A boot in ones foot I always say
What you see is all today
Red sitting man, what is your plan
Where do you want to see your man
Greeeeeeen walking man, what is you plan
Where do you want your man
Wash your clothes, and become one color
I am you brother till another
My only wish is for you to be together
Making things better, U B the getter
Bounce off the walls for all i care
Just you assure you be having a spare
Red sitting man
Green walking man

billy jos cu ei

it's only appropriate if you approve
it only works if you make your move
it's cold in the summer if you drive your hummer
caught, it's hot only if you're dumber
push the worry past the glory
never say you're sorry
there's no point in that
sevver downtown cat
what about
what about
what about

death of a testicle

our commitment is healing
can't say the same of the testicle
is there someone out there willing
to teach me how to ride a bicycle?
portray the hunter and the pray
inside us all, from night to day
how will we manage to survive
when we are all afraid of knives?
what happens when all good
and all the food, is gone
who will be there besides the one
the one with all the plastic wood?
when will you have the balls
to stop that noisy racket
you make to take what's yours
when will you get your head out of the basket?

scary cake

snapshot a rat between the groin and the bat
you are the shiny cherry on top of the cake
forever fighting between sleep and awake
a lie is not fiction, it's the alternative ego
solution to the prostitution of evolution
a prize in a box of cereal buried deep
pictorial the joy, the coy expectation
to mash it up in your strong grasp
bitten by a tubular masked wasp
i see a racing horse bit your lip
don't you worry, make it flip
blood
only
comes
from
the
deep
the end is near, have no fear

tame capsule: dublu rafinat

niste paine
niste sare
si femeia care
ma iubeste tare
copilasu meu
e la dumnezeu
l-a omorat vaca
cand era pe placa
she calls from mother earth
tellin me i'm up for birth
shadows connect fictions
fictions make addictions

C3Pin

intoxicating youth with fear
forced to hurt and struggle
fighting not to disappear
can't remember
surrender
lost defender
no high resolution available
having no available turntable
needle screeching down my spine
splitting in order to combine
the truth and the repository
unstable never ending story
sorrow for the fooling cry
living & not knowing why
you're the
fried potato
sharpen your
stiletto

Write to me when you'll get back

There is a fallus in your logic

Figurine IT

Sequential rhythms, painless. The swoosh, the bush. A point in space without a place. Ancestral anthems. At the end of our race.

In times of passion, of lonely bless. Pillows on my forehead. Snakes in the bushes, shaking their heads. Sparse instructions to outer space.

What do you have to say? You say you like to play. Play with your own intestines. I am just a letter. I will make you better. Forever.

Digitize the way to Zion. Follow the white snail. Lick the tail. Don't attempt to bail. You will be the lion.

sharpen your fist

file your squares on the floor
don't ignore, don't say no more

google suicide

calling home for the last time
the phone rings, no answer
closure is irrelevant, you mime
if death is your fav dancer
throw your toys on the floor
without fear of realignment
don't ask while u open the door
don't hide from punishment
life is moral if you push it
without space, you are confined
time is limited on earth
without will and sight combined
curiosity cannot fake birth

this is how i feel, for now
i give you a salute and bow

~*why you little*~

gimme what is mine
failed seeker
notice in the bind
fake confusion

man on the verge of spontaneity
can't see if the glass is tainted
i want to make you stain the deity
paint in an opaque bowl

blow away all signs of doubt
answers lie in me throughout

the raven is here, he wants my subwoofer