for you |
for such a very long time,
all that he knew was the sacred Earth and Sky
he would fall asleep,
hands tucked underneath
the smell of the dirt under his nails.
and one bright morning he woke,
to the so... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Tue, 20 May 2008 03:09:00 PST |
Uninterrupted fragment of the internal question... |
We write about the things that wound us deeplyWhyThose things they stay, Like stains upon the wooded portrait,Its fingerlike cracking With the humidity of the seashoreHumility of my tearHeat of the su... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 07:27:00 PST |
moment of lucidity |
Don’t forget that no matter how dark the night becomes, there are flecks of white light in the sky to bring balance. Perhaps that is the origin of our stars; one dark moment of confus... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:03:00 PST |
finding a clearing |
"&in the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade, and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 03:40:00 PST |
not bothered by the follow of rabbits into dark hollows |
He sang softly into the car door speakers, the audible scratch even on a compact disc recorded from the vinyl, the sound reverberated on my knee, and I felt there an invisible hand. I know not w... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 10:06:00 PST |
Mauthhausen-Gusen |
toes caught painfully between the stones
mind caught between good & evil
a knock on the great door
and a broken limb of promise
we frenetically wave our hands at empty boats
whil... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 10:39:00 PST |
a auditory science experiment |
Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon & The Wizard of Oz.
Smashing Pumpkins' Siamese Dream & Fantasia
but...this equation of synching up film and music by far takes the cake:
Flaming Lips' At War... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 10:35:00 PST |
88 prayers |
It's in my somewhere,
Very close to the surface,
But there's some scratching
To be done to the itches in
Order for them to shyly
Show me their heads,
As my stick bounces off,
I feel the mellow dron... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 10:10:00 PST |
Ego Trippin Etc. |
Ego Trippin Etc.
So, the year is coming around to its moebius strip neverending &well&end. And I can say that I've almost successfully written, or at the very least, done research for future w... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 10:11:00 PST |
For Bonzo. |
Gimme that double bass
You English snare;
I'm trying to save face
By stepping in this motherfucker
Just a-swingin my hair
I take a huge swig off the old red cup
And you bang those trees of yo... Posted by Baba -Ganouch on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 10:11:00 PST |