awkward

awkard.
backward,
forward.
if only without
words.
it is definately
progressing
so, so, slowly.
and yet,
it seems to keep on
keeping with the times, but
progressing so, so,
slowly.
a picture
on the wall,
not fading but
progressing
so, so slowly.
awkward, isnt it.

when everything stops

when everything stops,
it is;
glorious
an episode that
tells you that you
liked it better when it was going.
and so to stop is often
downplayed,
but
to stop (in our world)
can hardly appear an end;
it just helps us
to go.
confused?
you should be
that's what they want.

the soundtrack to my year

the soundtrack to my year
is not a hit
but it grows on you.
like the cold hard leaves of ivy
that creep up the walls of
those english cottages
all the folk
buy
and can't afford to restore.
the energy of beiber.
i shift
gears
effortlessly
in a clumsy and
often unsafe manner
which thrills the girls
and makes friends
weep and
often
turn away.
the soundtrack to my life is not available
but it is out there,
stirring fast
like too much sugar in coffee.
no fees.
just costs.

news at the moment

somethings just glide
past
and
sometimes touch the sides with a crash
or metal grind
its those things that tear
small peices of matter
and determine the true shape
of things to come
stay with it man
hippies never have the best advice

the ability to eat a friend in tiomes of need could be vital to the modern relationship

ben. michael jackson's critical high point. what a star. no need to jump on couches or get hooked on bad crack cocain. this guy is happy to mak d-grade dance movies which challenge and enrich the minds of more than just children. the point is. ben. what an expolration of the human psyche. a friend you can roast and eat if times get tough. say your arm is caught under a boulder while attempting endurance adventure sports or after a hard night of drinking at the pub. the ultimate sacrifice. bliss. if you are trained to cook it right.

almost..

i am almost as fit as i can become
before the world starts to crumble around me.
infinitely aware of both my appearance and the whole swing of my being,
i am becoming more concious day by day
of the cirumfrance my existance spreads
as it completes its back and forth.
and not dsitracting from others norm,
peace it seems is someone elses dream.

the test of good and evil

found recently a test of good and evil. if you are to place your faith in anything but god, then it is evil. simple (thanks to some freako religious bird). e.g magnetic underlay matress - if you think it will help your back, it is evil. crystals - if you think they are pretty and look nice at home on display, good. if you think they will cure your back or your mental state, evil. it is flawless. if you take an object in lustfull superficiality it is good. if you place any faith in it it is evil. vitamins, evil. toilet paper, evil. shpoes, evil. get the drift?.