Random Tandem

i dunno, this is more like a compilation of mundane everyday passing thoughts, wishes, experiences and observations. This is as random as it will ever get :)...

Hey you pesky little fluffy rabbit,

Got to get you off that nasty habit.

Dive into the electric barber chair,

Where alternating sounds give me a scare.

The purple iguana came in my dreams and said,

It is true child; I’m inside your head.

I’ve always wondered what the Rock was cooking,

What hangers do, when you’re not looking.

The flaming chariots in the screaming sky,

Whispered prophesies as they screamed by.

And the kings of flyovers brought peace within,

Their own souls, if not their kith and kin.

Kleptomaniac Millionaire

this is childish, its very typical, maybe predictable...i wrote it jus for kicks :P...plus, i think its a nice way to put a life story :)...hope ya'll like it..

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth,

Couldn't help but eye the things that lay about,

Grew to be as cunning as he was debonair,

He was after all the kleptomaniac millionaire.

The trunk of his Bentley was always full,

With a friend's stolen toys, grandma's knitting wool,

When he's around you'd do well to have a spare,

He was after all the kleptomaniac millionaire.

In college he stole his girlfriend's diamond ring,

The very one that he'd given her last spring,

The urge in him grew with every passing year,

He was after all the kleptomaniac millionaire.

When he signed his first million-dollar deal,

He impressed them with his wit and appeal,

But also kept his partner's pen as a souvenir,

He was after all the kleptomaniac millionaire.

The Four Seasons was full at his retirement party,

People raising toasts to this pioneer of industry,

The missing cutlery next day, a testament to his flair,

He was after all the kleptomaniac millionaire.

His games were over, it was his time to go,

The world watched his funeral with sorrow,

The thief had been stolen away, no longer there,

Always and ever, the kleptomaniac millionaire.

Listen to the windows

Opeth is 'da shit'! N windowpane's been playin in my mind for the last week...the face of a boy on a window, wad a haunting image...so i decided i'd try something, try to mix senses, bring a lil synesthesia into the picture...this might be horribly good or amazingly bad, lets c...

The train sneaks through the scheming mist,

The night glides in unison with the metal snake.

Steam escapes into the dark with a sinister hiss,

The silent specters swoop slowly in to partake.

I watch through the glass, snug in my illusion,

Observing but how the stars innocently twinkle.

Those pair of eyes watch me with frothy fixation,

As I drink in the region where sleep and wake mingle.

A cold hand yanks me bodily to my present,

I lock eyes with the face that's watching from the window.

The face is familiar, the eyes sing of lament.

There is a heavenly pallor, and a hellish glow.

The windowpane whispers to me a prophecy,

A messenger from the darker cousin of fate.

There is a winged angel coming for me,

Bearing the culmination of all of my hate.

The hands of that face come out of the glass,

They pull me close, into the words in the eyes.

The face tells me what I will be, or what I was,

A personification of my honesty, of my lies.

The train flies over the endless black abyss,

The windswept night, still a spectator silent.

A careful glance shows something amiss,

Where there was once me, a seat is now vacant.

Manufractured family

the word jus popped in my head, n i wanted to write this down, tho its all fabricated, no inspiration from anyone's experience here :P...its more in the format of a song, (lesser lines, not TOO much imagery, n relatively simpler language) since i want us (OMS) to do this, once we're done with covers :)...n to explain the word- by manufracture, i mean something that is artificial, synthesized, but eventually something that is broken, tarnished...hope ya'll like it..

A fractured mind, and a fragile home,

Where every bit of joy is one on loan.

I welcome you to my household,

With its sheen, all of plated gold.

The million-dollar deal that dad just signed,

Means dad will be away a longer time.

Mom finds comfort in another's embrace,

I know because she's never home on Sundays.

I have a pretty looking older sister,

Who's grown up in front of the mirror.

Falling in love with her own face over time,

Not a smart thought from her since I was nine.

I bumped into myself last week at a corner,

I turned away without a word, I was a stranger.

But we show the world the plastic smiles we sew,

The Perfect Family act, right on cue.

Through the eyes of a goat

i wrote this as i was surfin wiki, listenin to Ozric tentacles...so it might tend to be diffuse, but those in the sherlock mood, can follow my instructions. Once you're done reading the poem and wondering what it means, wiki 'the seven princes of hell' or better yet, 'peter binsfeld's classification of demons', rework it a bit n watch :)...also, search Baphomet aft that...n also, on a different note, also Heaven's Gate, this work is FULL of references :)...

Come totter with me at the world's ends,

Have a chit-chat with some of my friends.

Misunderstood they lie, objects of hate,

But they have a spare key to Heaven's gate.

Let us meet Cluiref, my very first friend,

The spirit of the oak tree that refused to bend.

Here's Monmam, from the many pages of lore,

With the undying thirst to ever want more.

There's Dasomeus in that corner, all coy,

He's the monger that started the saga of Troy.

Naveliath, the one that considers all meagre,

The father of the sentiment that killed Ceaser.

Bezubbeel, of which many a false yarn been knit,

With all the hunger of a bottomless pit.

Natsa, looks at peace with so little mirth,

He's caused all that discord back on earth.

Phelebrog, plays his nasty little game,

He makes sure everything remains just the same.

These are the seven, that complete my set,

Although there are countless others, discounted yet.

And so in my little kingdom, I rule over them,

I, their master, known as Phobatem.