Smiling Duckie
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: Sarah McLachlan - Track... Does it Matter?
Topic: Azara the cat...

My smiling duckie,
finds a nice sized piece of paper.
And curls her silk-like body into it.

Her smiling duck face,
Turns down to a flower
on a lily.

Gray paws folded over,
to cover the delicate tears that rest.
Her whiskers splashed blue.

She is lost in some lust,
but free like the wild duck on her face.
She purrs without touch.

My smiling duckie,
wants to be forever aloud to take a walk.
And absorb the emotional air with me.

Mr. Paste, My New Friend
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: DJ Mystic - Eternal Flame
Topic: Sillyish...

The toothpaste on my brush
Opens up into a sparkling mouth.
And the paste pleads to me,
‘Please let me be free!’

So debate with him I do,
‘But my mouth is very cozy!’
Oh and how could such a wiener
Make me change my mind?

How strange it is that paste
Can speak…
How strange it is that paste
Can debate…

Like my handicap brother
Douching in the sink,
I am getting weary…
Listening Mr. Paste’s theory.

Oh, how my mouth is getting
So full of these unpleasant cavities!
Just like my brother now,
I have pulled teeth!

But can I put matter over mind?
rewind rewind rewind…
His theories make it clear to me
That the right thing now to do…

Is to buy a new tube!

(…I’ll keep him in my room.)

Frankenstein - Collaboration of Ku's
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Red Hot Chillie Peppers - Californication
Topic: Playing with Forms


Strapped down in my bed.
Frankenstein is dead- but he
is haunting my head!

I'm scared of torture.
Just enough blood in my veins
to watch him tie up-

My veins. In gloom, in
Restraint, in the soon to be
future I wait for-

My only hero.


-Reality















ku-ku-ku-5,4... i think i invented a new form..

Hold On
Mood:  crushed out
Now Playing: Daft Punk - Music sounds better with you
Topic: Picture Project





Holding desperately onto the ground
Like it’s all that matters to lift yourself up.
Chin up little one
Vibrations of the childhood song keep you
Holding on…
Like a Barbie doll- just thought to be recycled
With a new wig and face,
The hair is tattered around the cheek bones.
Through eyes of black and white and grey
Pray- for a better day,
When beams of light may be yellow or red
Shining just for your heart to know-
That it is loved.
Memories are not to live with
To forget is not to forgive
To hope is not enough…
But,
Chin up little one

Every ending means a new beginning.

Home of Herds
Mood:  down
Now Playing: Guns n' Roses - Paradise
Topic: Take it Seriously
-rough draft-

Africa – home of the herds,
heart of sweet ivory.
A palace of brainwashing white people,
ready to blind us more
with their ‘change.’

Onslaught – they come over here,
with their strange instruments.
Poking. Running wires through our mud.
‘Clairvoyance’ they say to us,
help is on the way.

So we pray – and we wait,
and we wait…

But all we find is more death.

Poverty hasn’t yet
dissipated…

Jungles of May
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Feist - Mushaboom
Topic: Examining this Obsession

Visualize my mossy mermaid key,
penetrate the grassy child-like door.
Sneak peek a view through the window in the tree,
slide down the snakelike vines. Then climb the ladders to the sea.

In my dreams reality doesn't need to be ambitious.
Our entertainment is what gives us false dreams,
and when we try to fly like superstars,
We fall from the trees.

"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."

Ecstasy destroys us,
we can't dream in death...
Lay your head on the pillow and just forget.

Drift into the Jungles of May, take a cig., get laid-
Strip down to our bare selves. Let our hearts protrude.
Making no sound, let the musical notes surround us;
Naked in our wings we float.

"Every action has an equal and opposite reaction."

Turn physics upside down and watch the clown become-
into your brain and move your lips up and down,

Visualize my mossy mermaid key,
penetrate the grassy child-like door.
Take a break from your busy day and come with me;
slide down the snakelike vines. Then climb the ladders to the grapes,

Savour life in your imagination,
and smile with your soul in the Jungles of May.

Angel of the Lost Hearts
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams
Topic: Picture Project



A contrast to her heart
is her dark beauty.
A device used for rebirth;
with her mercy are her tears.
She looks down because she is above.
And unable to embrace us
with her true love;
wings on the back urging to be cut.
In her wild tangled hair,
she is lost just like us.

Protecting herself from...
herself.