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!