Psychdreamer, life of a dork

Here’s the weird one… wrote it after reading T.S. Elliot….

Peace be with you gentle child,
death will come swiftly to those who pray
your soul is claimed,
your path is written,
your choices are predetermined,
you need not think hard about life.

Peace be with you, gentle child,
death will come swiftly to those who pray
you won’t know suffering
you’ll know the date you die,
others will suffer each day wondering when…

Peace be with you, gentle lamb
Death will come swiftly to those who follow
let me guide you down the hill into darkness
waiting  jaws won’t miss the unfaithful
but you don’t have to witness their horror
they clamp down noisily on those around you

Peace be with you gentle lamb,
death will come swiftly to those who follow BLIND.

that i think you can tell is a satire on christian beliefs, but i harbour no ill will towards christians, nor am
i one who would normally write much less think something as brutal as this.. but there it is. i was envisioning a post-apocolyptic world, and what my brother-in-law always told me would be the path of true believers in that kind of world. he told me that they would all ascend towards heaven before/or during the apocolypse, and to me that means their dead. i probably misinterpretted, but oh well. this on top of T.S Elliot and his blatant showing that there is no God in the world around us, contary to previous beliefs…  so yea…

later in the same day i drew a picture of an amputee in a chair, his legs and one arm missing, the other recently cut off by a circular saw powerred by a tree growing. the amputee’s chair is in a bucket of water on a board with castors on a block at sea. there is a shark circling below. but the most disturbing part of this i think is the mask that the guy wears: an evil enjoying smile, tied upon his shaved head. what does this mean? i have no idea, but the girl next to me was sure freaked out.

next poem… happier note…

droplets rise,
ravished by heat and wind,
coalesce,
pushed forward,
spinning, spiraling, creating friiction,
bright flashes,
loud clashes,
droplets fall
buffetted and bruised by wind and ground,
swish down hill,
power found
moving rocks, falling trees, tearing the land,
slowing down,
becoming part of the land’s shape,
giving life.
changing flavours,
joining the tumult
crashing upon the sand in joy,
breaking ships in anguish,
droplets rise
ravished by heat and wind.

did you geuss what it was?

its the water cycle… lol…

im out for the night

Carpe Diem