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A South African dude, an artist and free thinker. What's new? I'm stable but fucked at the same time, I'm impulsive. I'll try any thing once, twice if I like it... and when I get excited, should I scream or have an orgasmn? This blog is my pure rant, getting the shit off my chest. It's really masturbation for my mind, take it or leave it!
Trippy Grape Home
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You know who you are |
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| January 30, 2000 |
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You know who you Are
To purify the soul
Is to come of heart,
Come of age.
Meet me in a dry place,
Beside the farm.
Come along
And see.
It is on the other side of morning
Come and enjoy the satin of white nights,
As I said it's in a dry place.
The world will be once again new
Only if you come along,
I'm seeking,
Dying alone.
I need you to be here,
My only will is to see,
To see you in my arms.
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Seek to Know You |
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| January 29, 2000 |
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Seek to Know You
I seek to know you,
Wondering in amazing despair,
I acquire soulful wisdom from all the kingdoms,
Joyful knowledge
Come unto me.
I sit beneath you,
The great one stands there,
To seek is to be fair.
Find me,
I'm right here.
Right by your side,
Take my hand
& I'll guide you.
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New Years Days |
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| January 28, 2000 |
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New Years Day
New years day.
Deliver me some news,
HA!
Predictions,
Resolutions.
Intoxicated minds,
Bodies - no control.
Violent tendencies,
They're violent youths.
But the music gets better.
Listening to lost tales,
Adventures of bravery,
Adventures I wish not to seek.
Whores and bitches,
Men and bastards.
Intellectual minds
Definitely entertain me,
Exercise my mind.
Well....
I'm the leprechaun.
I've got my green jacket
It brings me luck.
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Exactly Where? |
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| January 27, 2000 |
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Exactly Where?
Through a dimension,
Accompanied through the presence of acid.
Where are we going?
I don't know,
But I think it's just another trip.
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The System |
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| January 26, 2000 |
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The System
Sections of three in single file,
Discipline, authority, does it end here?
Possible not, at least not in here.
Freedom is lost.
One by one to each one, you all look alike,
No matter what.
The system is here for you,
Dare not obey it,
See what'll happen.
All in uniform, about to be trained to kill,
KILL, you'll learn to be a friendly word.
Dare not respect, dare not forget.
Sober minded that's what we expect.
Obey the rules,
Support the system - can't go wrong.
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Calling |
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| January 25, 2000 |
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Calling
I hear my calling,
Rustling through the air,
Echoing in my brain.
I wish that the war would die down.
Deep in the ocean,
I want to swim with the fish
Above the rocky reefs.
Life is a murmur
But we must LIVE!
Shadows creep up on our lost souls,
Souls blackened,
Tortured,
In the endless night.
Born with a curse,
Deeply saddened
By thy vine,
I'm white,
A man
- Terrible curse.
Spiritual being
On a wrong plain
Deeply wise and unwise
Countless crows.
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It's all in Love |
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| January 24, 2000 |
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It's all in Love
My heart aches through the pain it woes,
When did it start, when will it end?
Virgins dancing around my aura,
Is this the life I'm supposed to live?
Is this the world I created?
My love for her is strong,
Stronger than knowledge,
Stronger than the night of stars,
And stronger than the heavens around the earth.
Where am I going,
Where am I supposed to go?
I don't know.
My hard chest against her soft breasts,
Her deep breathing ringing through my ears,
The delicate joy of love.
But it carries on, it doesn't end, here.
Her legs wrapped around my body
Her arms tighten my anatomy to get closer to hers.
The sensation of adrenaline,
It happens,
It's all in love,
Loving of mankind.
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Strong Love |
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| January 22, 2000 |
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Strong love
Love dig a little deeper.
My soul is soft & your spade
Is hard and sharp.
Dig your way in,
Dig your burrow.
Make yourself at home,
Comfortable and warm.
I close my eyes
And see you in my mind.
I feel to be with you this instant,
But I can't, it's not possible.
My heart's torn,
Bleeding out, my life's weakening.
Visualize us,
Having fun.
Running beneath the pale moon
In the clear night.
Screaming at the ocean,
Being young.
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Fictioness Life |
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| January 21, 2000 |
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Fictioness Life
Life has to offer?
Not much, not in this one,
I'm afraid.
Dead Poets and Presidents.
Terrible lovers and their horrible personalities.
How unjustful and a gamble life can be.
The stakes have their odds.
Life is like a child,
Struggling to grow, yet pretty in bloom
Hoping for prosperity.
How soil turns sour
And drought prevails.
Fiction, how we long for fiction
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Angels Fly, Angels Die |
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| January 20, 2000 |
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Angels Fly, Angels Cry
Seat me at my throne of power
Which makes me God.
This is my realm,
Here I have all the power
With all the control,
Access to where I please.
I will pursuit,
I have the courage.
I have found what I've been looking for.
Pursuit,
Challenge,
Courage,
Satisfaction,
Career.
Clever.
You see,
This is what I mean.
Believe in me, please do.
I'm not telling you, I'm asking you.
Wonders of love
How I love you
And only if you knew.
Angels fly,
Angels cry.
Angels fly,
Angels die.
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The Poet's Dreams |
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| January 19, 2000 |
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The Poet's Dreams
Dark long passages,
People in fancy clothing moving to
Soft movements
To the music.
His mind was elsewhere,
Playing games with fantasy.
Now run into the circle and be with your friends!
Oh, how they all seem to fit in so strange,
Strange,
They're all strangers.
He likes one of them.
Soft rhythms of her body,
The passionate beat,
Her dark hair
And wicked body language.
Time to fantasize.
Join the crowd
And allow the show to begin.
To come out of darkness,
Meet a party of creatures,
Standing.
Oh how wonderful it seems.
Magic.
Everybody knows her,
She's mine.
Everybody loves her,
Today, tomorrow and forever.
Everybody wants my baby
Running out of the blue to you and me.
Out there in a little town I know,
Little creatures come out to show,
That's where my love hides,
My lust seeks her there.
A creature screams,
AAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!
Baby, you should have heard what I've just seen.
But I know there's now end.
Totally amazed by the silence of what's happening,
No time to cry,
It was for a year and a half I dwelt in the
Palace of hostile.
Getting high with the other priests.
Time has pounded away,
The keeper has unlocked my cage
And set me free (temporary).
Wild hair girls playing strange games
In dark rooms.
Soon I'll be out of this ravaged game
And join them in luxury and in romance.
Patience is the virtue
And reality is the game,
So I patiently wait to be with her.
It's not long.
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Mortal Thoughts |
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| January 18, 2000 |
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Mortal Thoughts
The sun sets down on her crazy country
As we watch in despair.
Stench of death lurking through the air,
Sour soil and toxicated water.
A rapist hides in the station.
Oxygen thieves run the streets
And dominate this village,
Their thoughts stretch to no where
Acquiring no dreams, only to live.
-Wished they'd disappear.
A savaged beast can only lie,
No matter for how much wisdom.
Promises without virtue.
The true king is dead!
Storybooks carry myths and theories,
To keep order.
God is dead
And the hope of Jesus is dying.
Welcome to the new century.
How dark it seems,
But technology brings us light,
I must be evil to write.
This is one of my curses,
A witch brought upon me
But it is fine.
The day will arrive
And we'll carry on
Or move to a new town!
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Ever More |
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| January 17, 2000 |
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Ever More
This is my life, now and evermore
Her anatomy,
More beautiful than
Illusioned color was born on acid.
Her eyes,
See into my soul,
I feel so comfortable.
My burning sensation has left.
Her touch,
Warm & soft, heavenly beautiful.
Touching skin
Don't let it stop.
Let it last - forever.
Choose me,
I'm yours.
Why?
I have no reasons,
Who needs reasons?
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Immaculate Dreams |
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| January 16, 2000 |
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Immaculate Dreams
How I must look through your eyes,
Better or worse,
Maybe just tired love.
Black and white television sets
And souls full have confused memories.
Answers and lies.
Unconditional love,
Music will be silent
And true sadness will fall.
Finally we dream
And try to forget.
Inseparable hour
Interrogates us.
We've discovered our final frontier.
A true artist dying
And seeking.
Vampires killed this storm
While suckling on our blood
This mess hurts.
Profound sadness
Must severely conquer happiness.
Angels in strange lands
Seeking strange times.
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Stars of Eternity |
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| January 15, 2000 |
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Stars of Eternity
Stars of Eternity lie far beyond imagination,
Long before the existence of freedom.
I call upon you,
I want you to come up to my womb,
Break into my creation
Lie beneath the starry sky
And create a philosophy of man's end.
Rethink about your life, your birth and your death.
I call upon you
I need your permission for the show to begin.
Let the stars of eternity rape your soul
And take us away,
Allow the show to begin
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Welcome |
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| January 14, 2000 |
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Welcome
Seek, find the power.
Hunt, kill the enemy.
Physical training - make me strong.
In this world you can't afford to be wrong.
You'll find a new love,
Not involving woman or man.
Take care of your friend, you'll learn,
Make sure.
You've just inherited a new guardian.
All you have to do is learn to love your New World.
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All the Possibilities |
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| January 13, 2000 |
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All the Possibilities
Quiet now.
Do you hear?
Do you hear it?
Listen.
Nothing.
Small town, village.
Tranquil,
Yes it is
But only from a glance,
Wait until you get inside.
Mercy seat.
Where I sit is my mercy seat.
I have time to think,
I have time to be absolutely alone.
Just myself, my cigarette
And my mind.
All the possibilities.
This is the life they say.
I don't think so,
Maybe only for three weeks.
The fan speaks.
Let it in deep,
You'll most definitely think.
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Heavanly Theatre |
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| January 12, 2000 |
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Heavenly Theatre
The war is cold,
Ever lasting.
Brutal.
Hatred.
Agony waits.
Silence.
Come, come.
Sit upon a ledge,
Wicked hour, come here.
A touch on the shoulder,
Death arrives at a wicked hour.
Remove the soul from its wrongful place,
Situated in a heavenly theatre.
Corrosion,
Exploited mind.
Unpredicted hour
Death enchants us.
Take us away from this place,
It's misery.
Heavenly Theatre begin to sadden thy soul,
Betrayal.
Betrayal,
Come here.
Death approaching,
Calling.
In thy holy name,
Sadden my heart.
Take me away from this place,
Palace of misery.
Heavenly Theatre.
Lies.
Unto my mind, thoughts crumble.
Death enchants us.
Journey me,
Journey my soul,
Another palace waits.
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Assemble |
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| January 11, 2000 |
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Assemble
Dead souls
All are waiting.
Dead souls
All in armorgidion.
How Jesus influences.
Golden syrup,
Breeder of life,
It's air.
Pure whiskey.
Unwanted death approaches,
How unthoughtful,
How rude, cruel.
Dear friend,
Why did you leave your zoo,
Why didn't you choose another?
Unwanted people
Devotion is terrible.
Let's isolate.
This world?
There isn't a rebirth,
Let's carry on.
Spectacular mind
Hear her song
And stop the
Agonizing pain.
Hatred isn't your field.
Assemble,
And all will be seated.
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Start Again |
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| January 09, 2000 |
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Start Again
Impressions,
Are for the unimpressed.
Unimpressed they remain.
Conclusions,
Are for the confused.
Conclude your thoughts,
Right it'll seem, only for a while.
Thinking,
Think is for the mindless fool,
Conclusions prevail the mind,
Impress the unimpressed they remain.
What's wrong?
What's right?
I hate this stupid life.
Give us one more hour
One more time.
Allow us to perform our arts
And start again.
Let's start again.
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Roach Motel |
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| January 08, 2000 |
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Roach Motel
The days are bright,
Yet filled with pain.
Agonizing, I can't hide
And decisions will never be made
The dogs teeth, rot my flesh
In the summer night.
I'm on fire, my anger calms me.
Murder,
Decisions,
I'm not Christian.
Have I sinned?
Love is pride,
But cursed in the dark starless night.
Familiar faces
In this earthly hell,
Welcome to the Roach Motel.
Pleasures seem to cease,
Each day, another nail in the coffin.
The assailant lives and breathes in all of us,
Yet you not know it.
Welcome to the Roach Motel.
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Good Memory |
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| January 07, 2000 |
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Good Memory
You know how it feels when you lose a hero?
When you have more I.Q or
More sanity.
Sanity,
Somehow sanity doesn't exist,
Rather a word created by society.
You know how it feels when you smoke dope,
How good it feels when your mind knows when it's high.
How God sits on a candlestick.
The mess hall was long and wide,
Assault rifles lined up outside
Like motorbikes in a parking arcade.
Somehow we must defend this place,
This was a good memory.
Time slows down,
Virtually pausing.
We realize that this is precious.
Rainbows in my ears.
Heroin,
How joyful it can be, luxury,
How beautiful it sounds.
I'm ready, I want a turn.
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The Poet (Series x 3) |
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| January 06, 2000 |
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The Poet I
The past is clear in the memory,
Violent and dark
Loved ones lived and died,
Rose and fell
Let's just patch this scene up
The poet and his creation,
Have no past & no future.
The Poet II
The poet is a visionist,
Not just a philosopher
But a priest of vision!
The Poet III
Poetry is like masturbation,
Beautiful and enjoyed...
Then satisfied
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Coastal |
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| January 05, 2000 |
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Coastal
Golden sands,
Millions and thousands of them.
Beams of sunray,
Sun,
Burn me.
Their waves,
Their sound.
Listen,
Listen very carefully.
Sea swarm of atoms,
They allow.
We dower in our
Little world.
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Time |
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Time
Time is temperamental,
Precedence is slow.
I sit in a room and look down at the world,
They all seem to walk outside the boundaries
While I'm caged in,
No way out,
But death won't end it.
The dark half is ending, but time takes its toll slow,
Maybe I'll be free on the other side of morning
Or
Maybe on the other side...
Some win, some lose.
But we all face it and journey we more into the nightmare.
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Birth |
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| January 03, 2000 |
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Birth
I'm ready for my birth.
Stories illuminate.
Visions in my mind,
Wild cocktails
Beautiful vacant colors.
I breathe and I live.
Smoke screened and melodic sounds,
Grunge.
Let me believe
And time passes.
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