As chronos spades away and chanting

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3t_siCRxgc



he calls them sentences
and roundabouts the spinets ride
thus come i strolling on the way back home.. here's how it all begins....

the city seems to differ after i firstly
stroked piano chords


viddied the world in all its
grief and
magic and beliefs
and as i slooshied, yes, cool breeze
that blew the candlelight at ease
there's something in those
keys that
turns
the spots right into
stepping stones,
love, they become birds
and wallow
in
unmuddied waters

[...]
as the sky shattered shreds of pink and orange
the only thing that came to mind..
..like my friend says
"when i'm at the stop sign
i get all philosophical and weepy"

gazin' at the crowds passin' me by
couldn't help but wonder why
this land is filled with filth
it starts inside , it grows in width

i never fear i'm gonna miss,
just hear the callings of abyss
i wish i'd drown myself in bliss
death keeps on granting with its kiss

i want it all and want it
now
but still aware of what it takes
i'm cool, i do but wait

i dive myself into work's
doins
i dive myself  into the joy
i smuther my own guts
as ambition knocks down
demons one by one
make sure i before i
do not come up as merely clown
so here it is: here is life's
ploy


what you have is solice
and it stands to reason it all
(most fellas lack and yearn
and wish to conquer bit'o bliss)
your sole amigo is
the beauty
but under spell
you turn the key around for
just a tad
you take a sip and
save for later
you let it sink, you
don't become a hater


it's all a tennis match
in venom
not seldom does the suffering
grow pairs of
hands and feet
you're not yourself
most of
the day
you're sum of alters
in decay


you get to play around
make sure you open to
the right sounds
love may sound distorted
you ought to let yourself
absorb it


there will be cracks
but be-beyond prepare
: life cracks your chest
like surgeon's, then proceeds
hold on to that scalpel
must be it in the way
they're holding it
that shapes you round and round
do NOT get fat, you sleezy
sloth


you don't let go
of the scalpel
you don't let that scalpel
get anywhere near your heart
you sigh
inside
and let the demons of fright
drive right by