Friday, 31 December 2010

Inspiration flows more frequently
Once I've had a spliff
I often use this as an excuse not to write
but I know I'm bullshitting myself.
He wakes at 10pm
I only have three hours,
at the most, of use left
He gets a little upset
I too get upset,
But just a little bit.
I really try to fight it
But it's stronger than me.
Some days he gives up
being upset
Some days he doesn't
Want to talk.
I just let him be.
I like to read things that I wrote when I was much younger.
I like to laugh and to find ridiculous what I wrote.
That means That I have evolved and that I have grown up.
Listening to The Doors and
smoking a spliff, my mind is open.
I'm breaking through to the other side
(inspirations flows but not when I say it does)
As I start this next line, inspiration has flown away
It's gone for the moment but it's alright
It will come back sooner or later.
I wanted to laugh, but not just any laugh
I wanted that laugh that you only get
when you are on acid.
It's a different kind of laughter
It's the one that makes your belly hurt
the one that is long and you can't stop.
People say animals are not intelligent creatures.
I think the total opposite.
Some animals are more intelligent
Than a lot of humans.
(take politicians for instance, I'm sure a monkey could do a better job.)
They know how to live in harmony
They don't kill one another just for the sake of killing
Or for GREED
There is no such thing in nature.

Thursday, 30 December 2010

At night all the snails
come out of their shells
where do they go?
They adventure to the pavements of my street
Some will make it to wherever they are going
Some will be crushed by a passer's by shoes
What are they looking for?
I don't know, but I always walk
carefully trying not to kill them.
I just like to let them be.

signs of winter

I wish I could write about love
But I paint my nails black instead
I look at the various colour trees from my window
All the leaves are now leaving its branches
In a few weeks, there will be no more colours to look at
I will only see blue sky, sometimes it will be gray
But it doesn't matter.
I think love is everywhere.


People are strange
and I can only think of eating
and getting high...
I wish I was around in the 60's.
I want to write, but I think too much about it.
I don't like this idea of thinking a lot.
Thinking means distraction from What's really happening.
Sometimes I think so much that I stop thinking, and
That's when it's good. I'm lost in space
My head is clear
I don't think of anything until I realise
I'm not thinking of anything and then
I start to think again.