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Your Morning Dream

2006-08-04T05:17:00.000-07:00

one more day of dominance I face Offering zero resistance as otiose grips the mind From ends known unkonwn the control over by body over my soul Decaying and rotting thoughts Stay subdued by forces so human in nature the need for wine is more today straying in the veins straying in the brain disturbed and mangled lying on tear drenched bed realising your morning dreams from the streets to streams I sway unravel your dark thoughts to know me more the wounds I carry in days they soar and when the sun shines I’ll be away to another place In another time of bliss, lust, and malice no quarter at large just like another streetmonger I walk down the drain lanes Scutched to a theriomorphic form in a weird haecceity I stand the words Of my odalisque so exude!

Dreamy Hollow

2006-07-05T01:05:00.000-07:00

What else is left for me to game? and I remember Mother Mary hearing me again why can't I live for what I am wanting? answering back to all thats why in the waiting? Developing changes in frequent numbers Sheeding fears before the beats crumble Another sleepless night to keep up Another wonder to seek & ponder What else is left for me to game? and remember Mother Mary hearing me again why can't I live for what I am wanting? answering back to all thats why in the waiting? Shaking ceilings once wet & drowned Flashlights on the face falling like another stage left to step on facing the crowd blinding Hope cannot be believed in just like hate is not to breed sin looking at the twinkles in sky adds up nothing to my world so high What else is left for me to game? and remember Mother Mary hearing me again why can't I live for what I am wanting? answering back to all thats why in the waiting?

MindMad

2006-05-10T21:51:00.000-07:00

This is a mad mind It reasons with madness I don’t seen no crime To shoot first & talk later when its darkness Now once more the loon mind is at work Feeding on loneliness with much so sanity around I talk & laugh to myself to make them call me a jerk Not at all making me wonder on baseless grounds My wanderings someone will someday paint So shall happen too with the mind again so mad If the story I’m foretelling remains to be the same There shall be yet another mind mad and glad Still time for this madness to reach its end The wanderings too captured in a frenzy move A walk when asleep is round the bend The right time for all mad brains to get into a groove Along came now with madness the smile For with eyes shut I see through kaleidoscopes Seek glory and fame for a little while And let your madness in search wander for hope Between thoughtlessness and views Lies my psychosis in its secured truthfulness So worry not I am at peace with my likes of few They wander within me to seek the words of tracelessness

The Fights of Freedom

2006-04-22T23:05:00.000-07:00

To all of you today Its lonely and late tonight And this music is in what I sway Not trying out to give in When it’s a fight When it’s a war Now bullets weren’t going Bang! Bang! Bang! They with all those WMDs in store Which were never found many a sang They weren’t heard anymore They never were felt Even by the child of today wonder how it should be dealt? So what Jesus says & so does a religion prays I am not gonna give in When it comes to a fight no more When it comes to a fight no, no, no, no, no more anymore A frequent touch with the sound Is something out which of all can be found In sight lies something clandestine Words if not shared are just ain’t fine We loose our fears to some sort of nicotine And the fever to the brain cuts out to be serene Never say no to the offered water & you refuse to feel the sense of order With bad times singing me lullabies Never to give in When it comes to a fight for the cause of right Of never, never, never, never to give in If my freedom is at shrieks & cries!

Questioning Faith

2006-02-19T22:38:00.000-08:00

I am my own JC Ram, Krishna, and the Prophesy it was all meant to be Cross over to my side & You get to see Confusion & a brutal headache of agony How much more longer now, I ask Thou, this has got to be? feeling head-haunted like an animal at corner feeling so sick, tired, so bored this is killing me So I guess this makes me what I've become to be I am my own JC Ram, Krishna, and the Prophesy it was all meant to be Cross over to my side & You get to see Confusion & a brutal headache of agony How much more longer now, I ask Thou, this has gotta going to be? and all is said & all done My time is now And is also to come Regardless of what is wit? Violence of anykind will never How shall be end to My anger fits? ‘coz when its me in some situation then Silence shall be my weapon then Silence shall be my weapon then Silence shall be my weapon then Silence shall be my weapon sometimes…

Not at all A Perfect Day

2005-09-30T02:18:00.000-07:00

Wasn't just a Perfect Day in the insides of my head the jester was at play not everything ever got said Back in the ground of some cheap vodka and treasured angst driven sleep I made my woman bleed & weep Nightmarish act of the worst order took place in a world of nether from the hands of mine Repetitive blows on the face of my beauty swiftly turns the world of this Swine As the night was so crazy and drifted through insanity for this to happen reqired a violent past so was I the icon circumstantial morbidity but only till I met my lady of destiny Hatred today breeds against myself once again as Karma returns in forms I shall await for injuries to come and very certain storms

Brain killing Rain

2005-09-15T06:21:00.000-07:00

Your cocaine tongue wags at my will & when theres nothing to choose i guess it is all a part of the drill for nobody can be seen willing to loose Brain killing rain falling all in vain & a mind sorrow game that I have to play again & again & again Serious notes of history scribbled at the end of the pages I see all this as an invisible swivel of our respective rages the mock and smirks bother me not as long as i see u laugh recommended painkillers for the unfelt pain gives a little more proof for real then they take me away from one bed to the other for the heal Even when the clouds are on a trip happy and gay the rain just can't stop fucking me with the pain

Sudden Song

2005-06-24T00:53:00.000-07:00

Sudden Song I think & write with my music & I go where it takes me all it takes is a ‘lil mathematics then we are all a-top the tallest tree, hey, hey… Booze yourself to bliss & burn the rest for there is something always Which is to be figured out away Now they utter not to utter that Life’s a Bitch made to suffer say lets all just burn the rest and have a merry time in a hospital set So… Don’t wake us from the dead and take the Pain lady don’t wake us from the dead & make your peace with the Pain lady think ‘bout it again… don’t wake us from the dead & be at ease with the Pain lady Don’t wake us from the dead and take the Pain lady I say plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Don’t wake us from the dead and take the Pain lady Note: I have named this the ‘Sudden Song’ ‘coz of the fact it actually happened on a regular jam Spirit & music trip day…’twas just another evening and everybody was jamming in their own rights…and while working out on a couple of vocal scales with Sammy on a very jazz powered tripping on the guitar…well it sounded neat to me so on my way back home I hummed a couple of words

The A-shot zooming musicals…

2005-05-30T03:05:00.000-07:00

The A-shot zooming musicals… Just over the edge Moves the face of destiny Scanty & hopeless we gaze at the past The air, yes the very air, is so full of mist Should I grab the flying moments? Keep the pencil rolling down your fingers, and try to copy what is there on the other “Be the best”, says your old woman But one had plans only one had known Hard working daddy earns bread & booze Dirty girls give that dirty look, Which stirs you even more Sometimes you feel used Sometimes abused & Sometimes confused Now the fingers get weary Not a drop from the callous but Ma’am horny takes the quiz “Well who gets to lay her this Christmas?” And fortune favors me again Neighbors gather around my dwelling The day I don’t remember Tough strong baton up my anus And a shot through my eyes All I need is just one big deed ‘lil before I die. Love, lust & lost labour I keep myself open & Closed when required Do not ask me to copulate When I want to write. So far away from my lust keep that door open for your personal thoughts, heaven lacks that peace for my perverted being its in my brain, but not for you reason abandons me, so curse that woo. all that you ever longed for here i go again for those evens and odds but I am at peace with my fist and so you can, if you want to, repress my mist, I long for some serenity and peace under that irresistible grip. its our sexual self that longs for more rest is in our incurable core, I am just talking my feelings out what you think is within my doubts!! Fear of flying low has always been in my eyes You find them dilated, eh…? Pale, painless and hollow The gaze will work its way through the sky Nothing can be lost & nothing can be resumed. Lying on the crossroads The lonely one stares at the Caravan of wishes that shifts further Wandering around the milestones as the newspaper burns The headlines of truth The wild horse did ride once again & he found a place to take a halt the answers are lost so the questions long a ‘lil more Fist of the feared one Landed right across my face Cheeks smeared in crimson, skin torn & the vision distorted Fortunes gained & curses lost Somewhere on the curve the forgiven sins roam with fear near the fire & the blade of desire We used to frequent that place of tranquil Nice are the ways of nature Faster are the thoughts in my mind Sacred is my scribbling & morbid are my words. Sheer crossfire on the riverbed & Comfort on the nail Once alive the desire to live woke up again Nobody carried the fire in the hand & Everybody sold the moron to the carcass of a planet You can only gain when there is nothing to lose Rules only rule in order, for disorder Chaos is the resolution. The Jester Tell me hey 'lil boy You're trying to sleep at all the tears rolling down your cheeks 'coz you did not make your bed and scored some weed Shall you ask your temperature rod and make some money by making mommy sad a slouch it takes after shocking times But please do not give me promises to eat which are not for me and are of any kind And happily he listens to the Queen nobody minds my business but I'll keep you disturbed never mind The life now he was leading and he was me had 10000 death threats on him and he was and he was old enough to take some more jus to live a life for you and me and too for bread and toxins. We the fucked, my friend, are meant for nobody and nothing at all. - Partha Anant a.k.a. Mustang! WE, THE M/C! I dont know what I want and not sure how to go 'bout 'coz the Information received got lost on the HIiiiighhhway And do not know the Link for the DEEeeeMONS they'll feed off your energy insight lies by the cable's funeral's WEBSITE Hanging upside down on the hook as the reality seems to get shattered and scattered lies in my head the pieces I know that for dying man I look pretty good as we all look just like some goddamn parasites Data fed Data processed data fucked and data raped Confusions reign over and over again Machine is never wrong for any kindda game Slaved to the keys Slaved to the screens slaved to the Machine's brain like some eh, goddamn parasites. NOW TALK TO THEM or RATHER TELL THEM: My is existence with this vulgar site if you look through my insights. END WITH: DESERVES YOU RIGHT MOTHER FUCKER!! A ballad now should hold the onlookers for a while fisting away to the Wonderland with glory with awe and apologies for not makin' up and out with your shopping blues but did both of us into one and the other the feeling is that of a life but and madness full of smiles AND shadows

Promethean

2005-02-01T23:29:00.000-08:00

Splitting a bottle of some unknown wine with a naked worm in the middle of day I rejoice The bed is narrow I long for squaler's relaxation fantasizing a dirty scene & mopping the sheets with an even more dirty rag Tension in here Mayday! Mayday! The books look arranged & of too many sizes and scales Somewhere a step A burglar has found & forgone us Neighbourhood is drunk My woman desires me Nothing happens not even the obvious but oblivion Life can be too clean Success like a screeching of brakes pollutes the tunnel of my Silence Thank you even the dirt seemed a gift, a continuity underlying the breaking of leases...

The first and the lost Introduction

2005-02-01T02:32:00.000-08:00

The moon that barks at me starts now to shine And the words that matter get to rhyme for no certains Even the clandestined days of ragbags and books of junk wisdom All when seen through the keyhole called life I find missing my scribbles of coming along and going away!

A Mustang's song for Freedom

2005-01-12T04:41:00.000-08:00

Neighing a twang Create & destroy Do it and consider yourself forgiven survival at my cost is not going to change the sorry you’ll carry as long as I hang freedom was & is all I ask for You give me or you take it else keep the questions unanswered on the walls debris once cleared reveals your hidden zeal which stands against my system of taking air to breathe all Gods children will take some germane action So I don’t know what’s true or should I give it a damn I own my freedom in this time I am the wild Let me just debouch Mustangs are meant to be unleashed to be unleashed unleash me unleash me unleash me unleash me!!

2005-01-12T03:15:00.000-08:00

ne plus ultra

2005-01-12T02:54:00.000-08:00

ne plus ultra The world responds to the corpulent needs of the quagmire as Mother Nature asked for An exegesis of human defiance tsunami was just a little raillery with a tinkle Permeate it will now with unleashed vengance towards the remains of human perversion done to Her May you be the Impervious and now the battle has been accepted by my Mother Empyrean stands challenged by homosapien maversation One hundred thousand dead plus somemore everyday You've been disturbing with your WMD's, silos, experiments and reformating cemeteries in order to get your cornucopia of concrete diablerie Planet is now very dense it has galumphed knowingly Moil now to Genuflect to my angry & disconsolate Mother or wait for another riposte! -mustang

While the snakes were at play...

2004-12-20T22:40:00.000-08:00

Snake I am and it was just past noon and someone spotted me A lean and mean loon cruelty towards the nature is containg the power but a Storm is another nature's feature So I was just spinning around aimlessly with a friend who as sharp fangs same as I do someone shot and I lost my friend now when I shed my skin and a tear at last but the shot still lingers in my mind while the snakes were at play!

Happy, I am

2004-11-16T21:53:00.000-08:00

Happy, I am It has always been the way it was It will never change Crystal my eyes turn Yes, often they do Hurt I felt and it flew off to Some place I know not Well served As Cold I wished in order & form Distanced from the reality but not from reason May I introduce to you my personal demon I will not share I will not If only did we notice the scars hidden I fear, am sorry Can't release them to any Its my place of haunt & thought Visiting me now & then Driven by the acts of a former me Drifted by the waves as wild as imagination of an evermore me Fun I derive from from all of it This in its entity is eternal bliss I've gifted myself An untouched & unrevieled happiness in its own purity! Mustang

Flames

2004-11-01T04:37:00.000-08:00

Flames Think I too about the freedom Where is it lost? oh! My favorite suka was I too bold to kick your butt some here the fields end and I see theres no rain to come master your deeds you’ll need them someday trust I give you on that One, yeah just one Lil’ mouth to be fed by your plant but do you still remember your laid seeds faster we grow like the trees in Autumn and some faded sunlight will once more fall on my brow next to the dead sleep I seldom when the naked green grass grows in my backyard you found a rope and its tight a’ight higher we go don’t look down hunger that I breed is good enough for the fight level me through and please be kind the ground I see whats making you think? Yeah, you’ve just left your head behind fire and snow they feel to me the same one is so cold and the other just flames! Mustang

Vision Lost

2004-10-25T23:38:00.000-07:00

Vision lost ! this limited knowledge holds me, but still i know u, let me sleep, coz i can undress u with my eyes open. no world has seen the scar, and it doesn't really matter. betrayal of thought drains the lake and the sea, for they are of no consequence at all, it is just the matter of seconds and the gravity is Lost. like the birds and the moths, I tend to fly, there is some damn anchor that restrains me. hold the pieces, before they fall on the ground, the earth doesn't deserve me. winter gets into my blood, freezes me down under, when you've found my vision lost, just wake me up from my deep slumber! Mustang. Someone is out there.... Your navel lies in the most beautiful part of the world, like cannabis you make my throat go dry, like a sedative you tranquilize my brain, and like a sensual overdose you take me languidly towards my end. Mustang. A nOtE oN sUiCiDeS!! she is dancing on the edge, mystic air around, fake smiles frolic aimlessly for food, moves languidly near my well occupied grave, prayers are for sinners, and I pray everyday, distant lands remain untouched, can't they be near? somewhere on that street i breathe, craving for a meer laugh, it takes a small pull for all my angst, you can take my empty soul to ponder, go page by page, slice and bleed for relieving the pain, lie like a mesmerized moth near a never dying flame! Mustang

Golan Heights

2004-10-24T23:56:00.000-07:00

Golan Heights!! This is dedicated to a Mossad agent who helped in locating the strategically positioned Guns on the Golan heights. Syria used to bomb Israel on a regular basis thru them. But the agent was caught and hanged when he was found transmiting information regarding a terrorist attack Syria and Palastine were planning to conduct in Tel Aviv. Heard a blast in the neighbourhood, and I know its gonna last till my eyes are full of soot. the Guns of Golan, the Guns of Golan. Searching for some innocent flesh scattered on the streets of despair, Mothers looking for some familiar dress bloodstained and tattered they lie beyond repair. coz of the Guns of Golan, coz of the Guns of Golan. Our brothers are fighting and they'll win the war , I'll halt these killings but my end aint far. I'll crush the Guns of Golan, I'll crush the Guns of Golan!! Mustang!!

Scribblings from a friend of zEuS

2004-10-24T23:52:00.000-07:00

SCRIBBLINGS BY A FRIEND OF zEuS!! Its not what you want its not even what you do, its something in the dark premises of your isolated room. What we saw as are sins is all thats left in my doom, it gives the pilgrim hope for a better COCOON. Apple of discord is what they knew me as but I live in Maison de Sante, and I killed the fatted calf as a gesture of CONFISCATION. I am in love with Lamia and a jump in the Avernus, might take me to the world of HYPNOS. Eros can live but I dont adore Him much, 'coz He just can't take me to the left side of the CHURCH!! Mustang!!

Conversations in Isolation

2004-10-24T23:46:00.000-07:00

Conversations in Isolation!! Born as a pup of a man The nose feels like bleeding instead of sneezing ‘coz of the change will walk on the thread of truth I don’t wanna take the quest it makes me wonder and search Can’t flow with the larger pattern so suffer with the marked lot & the face is washed with blood The earth longs for some more flesh & I just want the poison of the weird Feared shadows of the dark claw my skin and soul & now you make it so hard to fuck my own world Easy lambs at stake for the angels to kiss the concrete for once & steal my peace Kill the songs and their words for they are as hollow as their meanings Again I loose myself tall stands my sorrow The stains on the alley walls are of your memories Take me back to where I belong but theres a message for us to ponder Consider the walls revolving around me my only friends that read me & for me to read Price is high that can only be paid in crimson The bulb so unhung throws too much light in my dilated eyes Stealing the view from my window for the painting of some art of sorts & I seek the solace in some dead machine Interrogating my flesh bit by bit but I’ll disappoint you by sailing off to the levy The wounds need some time to heal the cure lies in the wasted spirit Hypnotized by the haunted plughole the graveyard of the worms we slaughtered lie there Again I rise on my feet only to fall once more Still theres room in my transparent gloom for all to take a stroll Last words of some loon call me to cover his corpse with my skin I can talk to myself as long as the thoughts keep on following Such are the confessions for the sins I don’t repent Clarity the only virtue I seek & will touch If nothing survives anymore I’ll go hunting for the ghosts!! Mustang as on April the 22nd 2k4

Sunrays in my cell

2004-10-24T23:28:00.000-07:00

Sunrays in my Cell!! I look at my face in the mirror and don't understand Where did I loose the boy? For this dead flesh of a man Blood ties stood broken & Life so stained With the blood of my own But somehow it felt pretty good My brothers stand across the borders known for them to kill me and me to kill 'em When did revenge become my religion? Where did this insanity came from? And got inside my brain Still I enjoyed the slaughter There were times when people lived on blood. And lonely did stand a warrior who had nothing much to give up But all he craved for was peace Wasn’t he the warrior? Who would plunder and rape For just his phallus to reap And so does my child created a world Of doom and gloom Did his mother never taught him There is no harm in a kill I like the way she spoke I like the way she walked But life takes it turn and So does my soul & The feeling is good Survivors of the society Are still waiting for shelter From the next one to come But all in vain, as rivers do not flow It’s just the current My love should get all I want When I’m gone to conquer the wild lands Tombstones galore And faith is not what I adhere to Was never good with my grades Did never I paint pictures of fake snow peaks But my gene pool snakes With double tongues spat in my eyes And Governments at war Took my childhood away It ain't them whom I blame as I was the one who should have picked up the dynamite When did the God I pray to? Preached to take lives? It’s never too wrong To kill the womb I came out of Time to rebuild is here As moments still float around to paint snow peaks and be good with my grades!! Mustang

Zero Gravity

2004-10-24T23:20:00.000-07:00

Zero Gravity when they asked me to think of you I went blind Am I scraed or am I dead? oh yeah! the similarity stands tall And now this diesease is here to get me And now this wound is here to kill me don't you feel like riding when you see me don't you pulstate faster when you touch me And the hidden fear of a rear pull does it get you 'coz it gets me yeah 'coz it gets me more than I want it to Been lonely for reasons unknown just had to put some words together But it doesn't seem to work out the castle breaksdown as the aces and jacks they tumble yeah they tumble down to the ground Like a man as tragic as I am Holding tighter to a rope holding so it can break yeah holding so it can break will I make it? yeah when they asked me to feel I felt nothing more than the ice cube kept silently in the summer sun Its zero gravity but still I'm falling theres no gravity and I'm falling!! Mustang on 21st of October, 2k4