20/12/91

Allow the mind to speak, say, what, with the pen, yes!

One may be nice, but, one is loved, but, one is out. As to say that the passage of body was not required, desired, nor wanted.

(You fucken cunt.)

Santa has no relevance, no reality of the individual, though in western society the actuality seems to be appropriate, if not desired. To say that a love was lost is an understatement, but then I was the one that generated such.

 

An ode to Fi.

One is great

In mind and Body

And the soul speaks

With reality and glee

But to see

Oh

Just nothing

With such

Inspiration

Life

Glee.

 

If only one could please

Just say hello

Smile

Laugh

Be merry

Christmas comes

Just like mum

So be amongst it.

Yes.

The music plays

With the piano in full force

Words follow

As they should do

"I'm fucked".

To feel so low is appropriate.

 

Let life die

As only one lives

To be.

 

Inappropriate

Sexuality

Nothing

Be what it

May!

 

I make life stink

The stench of my life

Just seems to rub

To stick on to the should

Love wreaks of me.

 

Irresponsible

 

Never live in a false reality.

Though why is to know!

 

Grow up

Young man

Life is yet to be lived

Be amongst it

Not with out

Turn

Twist

Cry

Frown

Be as it may!

That as it be!