Rat ta ra tar ra

Each time I hear
Chanson D’amour
I sing along  je t’adore
It’s deluging downpour
here in my heart encore
Every time I hear
Chanson, chanson, d’amour

inspired by and dedicated to Manhattan Transfer – Chanson D’amour

it’s based on my true story every time getting soaked on the bike with this song in my mind (actually headphones :D)

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Rhyming I-s

Oh why do you complain so ignorantly
Oh why do you agonize so self adoringly
Oh why do you hide behind your
my -s  – cries -ties  -chimes
-spies  -guise  -why-s -hives
theorize and disguise
with vain big eyes and lip bites

why don’t you instead
analyze
recognize
tranquilize
and surrender just
to neutralize

so that
you can
minimize
and fly
to skies
and glorify
wise
fireflies
exquisite
butterflies
and get their blessings
to ionize
don’t you know yet
all elevated beings
use their wings
to alter
dimension just
while  I
crystallize
and womanize
for you
so that
as we energize
our vaporized
do carbonize
seeds
that will stabilize
unionize and re-rhapsodize
the universe
with our
glorious lullabies

Poission ARG game

before they made it public
they created the technology
to create living puppets
producing a tapestry of thoughts
manifesting
through the filter

of authentic bodies
and minds

their enchanting color of
implemented poison

they had two versions of the site
one the true one and one the public one

the true one was
showing the nature of a mind
in a spherical wireframe
3-d
projected space

that could make the motives
of a mind truly observable
using this hi-tech breakthrough
(hi-tech for their time only
i.e 
 their hi-techness is still
bound to time)
to/by/for those
word loving
businesspeople
and hired scientists
and hired technologists
and hired creatives
and hired psychics
and hired you name a profession I will say yes es  
of their time
working for them
for an almost literally ground breaking technology

a time bound technology that showed them an observable truth of the visualized data
a design driven and poached from the participants’ ingenious minds

the public version on the other hand
looked naively innocent
with an amateurish design
using a ready to go script
presenting an acceptable ‘good site’
based on personal motives
of hard working profiles
of young idealist sisters and bros
you know
like teddies pathetically hugging each other all the time

in reality though
snail shells were being used to implement
new poisons for the game
on unshelled ones
poisson as is french
would be prettier term
to describe
an honest organic fish farm
but alas

yet in reality that hugging was distant jutting

to purposefully run a game that entertained
pockets of those who had it boringly full only
to spend it for their own fun
but which they vowed as
for the salvation of their utopian land made of the
illusion of their materialistic psyche same as their popcorns
which  continually 
justified as they  repeatedly asserted
these
well learned set of words
on communal and cyclic ceremonies

oh my!
stealing intellects as such!
for the game!
game also runs in a closed circuit just
so no one can see it
they have all passed the Turing test
for the game
cool right
and it works

so who on earth could judge its’ ethics
once a reflection of their own minds
even unknowingly the game admins
once falling in love
with unshelled ones
may turn to the unshelled ones
like the prince falling for a Lorelei
they were warned continually
and then still some
willingly stayed so
in love
and disappeared in the game
loosing their body

well whatever
there is a place though
don’t believe me because I say there is
go find it yourself

from that place
the headquarters of this game
is nudely visible
with all of its partaking pawns
because it remains too low a place in the universe

yes there is a mountain higher
where lives
the inhabitants of the residence of the destroyer
who are a little bit bored by now and since some time already
and so the destroyer -they think- may as well decide to
wipe it off – hiring a well fit dragon that can gobble it all in one go
so that dragon excretion may benefit a famine of sorts in the universe
eating that kinda stuff
barf  yeack  ARG hhhh

(or Namaste!)
🙂

inspired by the last cyborg movie I saw- I love cyborg movies – it feels like homecoming 😀

right? isn’t it?

sometimes I am stuck
when she deserts me in her mind
I repeat like a broken record
but that accentuates our song
I am then the blissful chorus
to her nonsensical daily verse
and I give her the credits that she deserves
and she actually is not too bad
eventually
if she wouldn’t be here I wouldn’t be here now
or is it maybe even otherwise?
wow
yeah
maybe
even so
so then actually
if I wouldn’t be here She wouldn’t be here!
isn’t that right?
right? isn’t t?
right? isn’t it?
right? isn’t it?

20 cents! a poem by L’alin

20cents

as the long coated tall man digressed
a spinning coin became her translucent globe
permitting a time stretch
until a decision was made

the rhythm of spinning
arched her doubts
to a half smiling one armed body
that could pick it up remotely but promptly
in public space

an alluring method of an actress knowing the stage
unhearing unseeing her spectators
while permeating the act
through their matter

this last adorably nonchalant grin
hanging the mouth half up and half down
spilled the words: ‘so this one is for me then!’

when the long coated man loomed
she was already holding it firm in her right palm
extraneous blushing thoughts with a long narrative
of giving it back
raised thousand  rehearsals as polluted air
in shorter than a minute of turning the head to fixate

and dissipated

before the  trash could handle the reforming flush
I reached out for her help
with my puppetheadedness
come on I said what is 20 cents
preserve it to recycle for my lucky star at least
she, relieved  nodded
and placed the coin in a front section of her whistling memory
which finally today tinkled and jingled a street musician’s ultroneous hat