dead men make no holes in ye' walls

There is a hole in the wall now. Odd, i don't seem to remember placing it there, well, not at that angle anyhow. Maybe I blanked out, maybe i forgot the memory? Who knows, well the wall does but its not like its about to tell me how that hole was formed quite randomly. Silly rabbit.

So I decided to have a look through the other day, just to see what was on the other side. Nothing special really, its lies about the grass being greener on the other side. Well to a point, as there is mainly carpet on my side (which is a nice grey colour to hide the blood stains) anything even an off tint of green is going to appear greener then my carpet. Bah.

I digress.

There was one thing i saw that amused me. It was a lonesome tree. I like trees. They remind me of life and death and such. They also have a nice green tinge, generally. Well except for the timber that i use at work, unless its been treated so that its green... i digress again... This tree was strangely perched in the middle of nowhere like a light house, i think. I can't remember, my head hurts a little, I may be concussed. The tree was gnarled with age, branches extending towards the sun in a righteous salute. The odd leaf dangling in the unholy breeze. It struck me as a little odd that this one tree would be standing there, so I climbed through the opening in the wall and walked over to have a better look. I ended up burning the tree down for a laugh. It's better this way for everyone i think.

I still have no idea what that hole is doing in my wall. It's definitely not a window and the plans show no opening.

isomorphic in nature

darkness; the eternal lack of light
forgotten and extinct there is no end
can i no longer see?
far beyond the stars and the galaxies
where the forgotten go to play
there is a faint light that shines
its like a candle in a window
dancing left and right in its whim
deciding against the trend of forwards
denying the effect of wind
but
i can't see that from where i am
i can only go off the reports that i hear from others
the silence is deafening
some one say something
anything at all
tell me you're still alive
yet, nothing
am i so alone out here in the coldness
the black being my only friend
i can only hope that one day,
i too can befriend the light
till then i shall keep searching
keep searching till the end is nigh

delayed reaction to flying goats

stand on the corner wave the light around
walk beyond the distant far
become a part of the night
I sense the end is coming
what that means only the future knows

so close to touch
too far to reach
i can't imagine anything worse
then being here

similarity is beckoning
carry on the shotgun
call out for the eternity
violence the reason
i see no better
so beat it dead

so close to touch
too far to reach
i can't imagine anything worse
then being in my dream