poetry – Omnifission

Subliminal Coordinates

Subliminal Coordinates

When The Silent Hand Strikes At Five
It Will Know The Room Is Well Alive
Then Past When, A Quarter To Ten
Subliminal Coordinates From Hell To Zen

Faerie Flower Chase

Hushing Sweetly, Yet Completely, It Sends Her Mind Astray…
Churning Creamy Thoughts Of Such A Wandering Muse

So She Slips Away For A Quiet Moment By Herself

While Pink And Purple Flower Petals
Secretly Chase Themselves, Teasingly.

I Thank God For You Every Day
Cant Tell It To Your Face
That’s Just Not My Way
Even Though Someone In My Place
Would Speak And Openly Say

I Love You

Tue, November 8, 2005 – 11:29 AM

My Head A UFO
A Mushroom In My Head
A Mushroom In My Head
We Listened To The Silence
A Mushroom In My Head

We Listen To The Sound
The Silence Getting Louder
We Dig Into The Silence
The Sound Is Getting Louder

The Mushroom Is The Silence
A Mushroom In My Head
I Am The UFO
The Mushroom Is My Head
The Mushroom Is My Head

A Sound Comes Out My Mouth
The Silence Never Louder
The Sound Comes Out My Mouth
A Mushroom In My Head

My Head A UFO
The Sound Is In My Head
I Hear The UFO
The Silence In My Head
The Silence Is My Head

Rainy Day # 67188380719
I Love All The Rainy Days
Make Me Think Of Dead Sun Rays

The Dead Sun Rays…

The Kind Which Burn My Skin That Way
The Kind That Turn My Heart Away

From You.

Thank You For This Rainy Day
Never Let It Go Away