voodoo chile ventures

rhyming and repetition...my mental stitching. ramble on.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

vull

i cannot satisfy
this hunger of mine
running blind
from cracks
out of time
i wish i wasn't
so weak
and that i
would let
principle
supersede
i stave off
transparency
because
sharp objects
make sharp
endings
putrefacto
gleaning opacity
up to elbows
don't pull me down
dismantle understanding
because callers are
more than coincidence
as are
dual blooms
ain't no use
to contemplate muse
because
chocolate is not enough
when all i can
see is you and me
in the glass house
of fantasy
your
candy cane fakes
surrender
but don't
give yourself
away
as the
appetite for destruction
has no
introduction
swallow
lump in throat
silently she
hopes







(there is somebody)

Friday, January 23, 2009

dd

6 month opposite
23
farthest away from
me
july
vs
january
and i've warmed up to
the analytics of
my virgo moon
oh, no no
i am not immune
to carbon
or the wrinkles
of my footprints
mother maid
unchained
no babe
make up
your mind
not your face
how sickingly
happy
skinny makes me
saltwater loss
mustard seed lost
fighting off
the demon days
death of wake
silently scything
the rib of fault

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

expiration

If you have an unopened bottle of ranch dressing and it has a best if used by date that is four months old, I strongly recommend NOT using it. Don't let the seal fool you, the spoiled splendor is still haunting my palette.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Goodbye Mr. Bush

He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
Well miss him.
Were gonna miss him

So long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Dont cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
Well miss him.


Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
Well miss him.
Were gonna miss him

No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.

But it was so loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.

Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and i
Swallowed his facade cuz Im so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.

Will you?
Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Dont you fuckin lie.

Dont you step out of line.
Dont you fuckin lie.

Youve claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy?

You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.

Come down.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies.
Goodbye...

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

four of hearts

living my life
has become surreal
hip by hip
foddering
the motion of insistence
airing out
the dirty laundry
and
watered down
realities
the ides of sheets
being followed
in the eye
of jealousy
twisted knife
in back
tell yourself
what you need
to stay on track
believe
the blame
because my
words
have always
been the same
now we are
neither
fools
and the past
has always been
disposable
how many times
you tried
goodbye
and now
it rests on me
ironic
how she's not so
silently
afterall
mouthfuls of muck
a trailer full
of twine
a lifetime
gone at a slight
penance
or vengeance
cough
smear it to
the universe
raise it up
like a revolving door
tug of war
the blood sport
of back and forth
will messy beginnings
make messy ends
when one grows
tired
of beating dead horses
on the continuous mend
when it comes
to this
ignorance
is bliss
and
sometimes
repetition is discipline
but
business changes
and we
fall the fall
of the bats mouth
angels on the sidelines
my life a series
of getting over it
oh sloppy joe
how you like dirty hands
desperation breeds opportunity
riddled with intention
regurgitating my heart strings
to fit your
broken ideologies
fairytale fantasies
don't shoot that
thing at me
fathoming the
dark lonely
half jack
and he says
you make a better door
than a window
equivocal disregard
branching in
instead of out
on the rebound
invest in happiness
at what price
what's the cost
of "love"
no swan songs needed
just caution heeded
i've been friends with
11:11 and
you can insanely expect
but don't hold your breath
tossing stones around
my arms
are weak
i lean towards
a closed book
a dusty nook
the last bus tonight
hartline
crossed fingers
on the upswing of
death
i do not rest
in suicide lies
stabbing societys
trusty eye
from the
line in the sand
free my mind & find my way
declare independence
because i take care
of me
and i don't share
it well
another discarded
shell
bankrupt of
possibility
instead
make new memories
letting the sacred
remain
in chosen days
love is eternal
but you move on
smearing it into
the white light of
dissolve

del fuego

we can only watch and learn
home and fortunes light as burnt
and when the ash is cold
and the fading glow
don't let your pride feed the fire
it was never within your control

Never oh oh

We can only watch and learn
home and fortunes light has burnt
when the ash is cold
and the fading glow
don't let your pride feed the fire
it was never within your control
control
control
control.

Longing,
makes the day seem twice as long,
like an endless summer haze
we were wandering
hearts without home
searching for a place
Ohh longing
going on without a plan
yeah,
never looking back
aimlessly, aimlessly,
devoted, devoted to the moment
devoted, devoted to the moment.


-FFD

Monday, January 12, 2009

Sunday, January 11, 2009

got my lung
no iron here
cast in
flesh & bones
smoking my home
a sack of ill
compliments
the january chill
steady easy
on the trigger
there's so much more