Friday, December 31, 2010


Neo-refers to neon
sin- refers to the worst of all events
carth-what? does it have to be a real word?
in- means inside
ism- I=if, S=salty, M=magic.

So altogether this Neosincarthinsim means:

Neon sin carth inside if salty magic.

Yes, now go run along. I had enough of my nonsense tonight.

VIRTUAL Surreal REALITY is Making a FOOL out of me...

In case you were not aware, I am the type for glamorous affairs.

Shadow of My Wrested Rights

You are not near me in days of the sunken sun.
In search of time and money only to consume none.
I have not obtained a gun and my life would seem empty
yet I view my image in a convex mirror
distortion of beauty has me fearful
of this ugly world I live in.
What faith should ever bother me?
Merciful savior of greed and lust, what shall Monday bring
forth for us? I deal out addictions for safety
and knives confront me
handled by ghosts.
Trap me in a wooden hut
deep into the forest so that I may not seek out humans again.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

I remembered a reverie I once held dear to me as a little girl
I wanted to own moths 
so they could flutter around my room
and dust my bed and furniture from their
silky wings and fluffy bodies.
Till this day I keep this dream alive
to collect the delicate and soullessness forms
and preserve them for eternal love.
My room becomes their afterlife cocoon. 

Monday, December 20, 2010

~Fluffy Fuzz~

One day in the middle of warm weather June,
I lie on the floor and fluffy fuzz ball wanders over to me opon a breeze.
IT tickles my fingers and makes me sneeze
but I really love my fluffy fuzz ball, don't you see?
I take it for walks neath the sunshine
Oh why does no one understand how fuzz makes me smile?
The cheerful way the fluffy laughs
and the cute fluffy poops fly into the air...
things like those are quite unique to her.
I have named my fluffy fuzz Saddie
and she is mine and I'll share.
She accumulates lost of fluffy dust particles so she grows quite large,
She break pieces off her self and creates friends!
Here is a fluffy fuzz for you!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

I am Horrible

Destructivism is a quality I keep up to date in my mind.
It explodes and decays into a watery willow train,
trails of tears scourer away the joy...
I lend my blame onto faith
for it's disruptive path perpetuates into my lap.
I am in need of change
just where does the horizon line end to begin again
and I can start up a new site of glory
to hail my insipid deeds upon?
Alas, I am lonely.
Where does one find a mate in a land
so debauched in cacophony?
I aim my victories toward Venus.
Near to the sun, it's scorched lands dry and gaseous,
bleed unto me the hot, heavy heat of infantry.
Let it be known that I can be reborn
into a monster more eviler then before.
Let no man tame me.
A soul herded by a leo and a cancer at the shore,
charged to attack
never a placid or lack.

Hello. I appear, disappear, and reappear again.

Not only does time seem to pass on by swiftly that a ghost without a future has to deal with exploitation of gentle scares on the Discovery or Travel or History channels. Humans tend to be prejudice toward hauntings. Perhaps the spirits and souls happen to be disturbed by the "living". Henceforth, it is in my right as a ghost to move about my solemn day where all colors fade to gray, never a black, yet all is bleak without a heart because I have forgotten what love was long ago. 

Ahhh, please let me have your time so that I may reflect back onto the years of my youth when I was in love. It was on a pleasant day nearing sunset in the town of Beverly. I brought out the trash to the curb to place the black plastic bag into the medium large tin bin showing some signs of rust. Across the street I catch a glimpse of this girl. She had medium length brown hair. The edges of her hair were all neatly trimmed and curled under. Her smile sparkled and cute dimples formed on her freckled cheeks. I could view the sunset in her eyes. She brightened up my life. From that day forward, since she had approached me that night of my simple chores for living in a house could bring me to her, we have been inseparable. Or at least I thought we were inseparable. We had known each other enough to live and share love to get married, but in her mind she descended into silent fits of madness. I dealt with it all I could until she took her own life with a stab from a kitchen knife to the heart right on the shores of Beverly. So, I had lived on my days in loneliness and never found love again because she was the only one of her kind. Her kind is in terms of not only the beauty on the surface, but a deeper involvement of trust and compatibility that a locked security was engraved to both of our brains. 

Alas, I have not come across her in my ghostly afterlife as much as I would have loved to join her again... but she cannot be lost forever. She is probably waiting for me too. It even hurts me to view upon the "living" and see how too many people displace love insight of other emotions such as fear. When one knows they are in love, then don't let your heart be chained to an unforgiving stone because that stone does not break, not even for a smile. Instead, your heart knows it must be free. Let it fly, if you will, giving the context for inspirational cheesy love metaphors. 

I will leave you here now. For I must disappear again. The rain might come soon and I rather take a walk then consume anymore of your precious time.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Cold War in my Head

No air can escape from my nose
nor can it rush in
so my mouth is agape
and I stare into distances
catching thoughts that seldom float by
because my head is so stuffy.