parallel disorder

Maria de Alcantara!

2007-09-27T06:56:00.000Z

Only 17
on a mission of love
she talks to the stranger
and sleeps with the man
she is soft at night
already wounded
but she doesn't wanna stay at home crying
Maria de Alcantara

Where am I?

2007-09-27T06:04:00.000Z

Coffee and pills

a misty morning

Where am I?

Mother's watering the plants

the sun will warm up the air

spiders abound

Where am I?

From freedom to another state

psyched out

I remember stronger ones

laughing at hate

From freedom to another state

locked up

like a radio that doesn't transmit

and a night that lasts into the day

Where am I?

When the feeling changes

from questioning to suffering

then you must be taken care of

into the spider's web where you're eaten alive

while nurses laugh and light up more cigarettes

And you recall the LSD

the purple clouds

the urge to laugh

and when you return to reality you laugh yourself

Where am I?

It's in the fat !

It's in the pills !

Or is it in your mind ?

Destiny takes you by the hand

as persons observe your new behaviour

your questions are absurd to those

and your loneliness seems like logic

and not a curse

To understand

is not living

it should be thriving

but every little person has his own fear

don't you see it ?

I see it and forget about it

this is not my game

Where am I?

Paradise City

2007-09-25T02:37:00.001Z

Ab Germany

to psychiatric care

from the Cullin hills

to anywhere

fragments of a youth

Aber was?

warum Memory Lane

war zwei und drei

weil Ich

Immigrant song in text

Goodbye mother I said

Goodbye father

The grass is greener

and there is a Paradise City

She took me there

Poem abot death:

2007-09-25T02:37:00.000Z

I don't go into bars
to talk about poetry
I don't go into bars
to talk about aliens
I miss the angel and the night
and the morning child of God
has slipped out of my sight
I don't go to the library
to see if anything
is written about
these things that I kinda doubt
I have my little high of the simple things
Industry is an alien
and work is out of reach
a poet of the 21th century
my tales are sad never merry
And if there is a Queen with family
I wish her the best and a bit of eternity
a rest in peace like some hours at night
before I wake up to coffee and the morning light
Dream on they sing in the UK
I dream of love but I am too far away
from the madness of a relation deep enough
to remove these urge to wander on my own
My destiny has been kinda rough
lost so much and I remain alone
Grandmother's out of this life of ours
and with death in power
I am microbic and free...

Hippie-bible:

2007-09-03T10:14:00.000Z

We need ... a Hippie-bible !
about dynamic behaviour and unfaithful girls
We need ... a codex for the hurt ones
and a revival of the happy days
What to do when somebody passes away
into a futureless future
with no fruits on the trees ?
We need this book badly
this book about truthful living
and about the gentle revenge of the wrecked ships
that we wanted to sail
our harbours
and basically our loved ones

you - the child

2007-09-03T09:50:00.000Z

Analysis
Comatic talking of a well-known stranger
children of tomorrow
well known path of a future-life you'll lead
Computer
no pop-ups - only you
a different perspective
live and let live
be given a chance
watch the foreigners dance
who am I to see all this
and live a life of golden beers and silent wreckage
The whale on the coastline
stranded in our time
and you - the child
will see it all dry out
into a little pool of the past

Lonely High

2007-09-03T00:52:00.000Z

I was on a ferry

one of those unforgettable sunny days

watching the children

and drinking a beer for myself

This isn't a bleeding

it is no cry

basically the story

of a normal high

And wherever I go

on sunny days I know

good life will lighten my burden

this burden some never understood

Don't have one child - have 2

4 are company, a family it is

She left me when with one (inside of her)

I should have cried please

And on this sunny day

once again a dilemma

should I approach my ex

the high is my prison

And on this ferry-ride

I drift across the deck

Rock'n Roll my destiny

an instrumental by Jeff Beck

So to you and you and you

I am glad you are in charge

my weirdo-fate leads me around

into the dusk of ups and downs

a Nun

2007-09-02T23:58:00.000Z

I will travel back in time
looking for a nun
I wanna fuck her in the valley
and make sure we both take off
flying high in a sphere of love
she will tell me "this is it
LOVE is the meaning, I live for this moment,
and forever after you will remember my wetness and this joy".
But my maschine for time-travelling functions sporadically,
and I shall never see her again...

Poetry : let-out : short hair :

2007-09-01T02:29:00.000Z

This is it
Not the truth of life
a written attempt to reach you
a September attempt
Can ya believe ?
in Gods or friends
Can ya stand up tall and verify the truth of life ?
I wake up from a motion dream picture
little child of the future in my hand
I pass him on to the biker
the biker takes him through the traffic
up the hill
towards the garden
Policeman stops the traffic
what purpose is left for me - this poetry
I let it out
my hair is shorter than the past
ash colour distant end of true behaviour through the night
dream !
I'd give you my time
hell is word of truth, behaviour stands out
hell is with you, behaviour of a modern friend in absense of the right word
blissful solitude - not of the grave, the short hair doesn't catch the wind...

Ovaries:

2007-07-22T17:06:00.000Z

Is there a bone in the ovary ?????????????????????????????????????

Tell me and I can't help you if there is !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Try the other side !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Save your eggs !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poem:

2007-02-23T14:33:00.000Z

Like a God that fucks up my dream
my Love , my hope
Like a psycho-psychiatrist that gives me dope
Acidly creeping through my anatomy
a Tango long gone , bye John
no Dreams left , no Love
just memories , a Central Park of memories
with birds , flowers , ghosts and angels
Strangers
who don't know me , but feel it is their right to judge and control
no soul
Strangers
like Bob Marley and Ernest Hemingway
The Blues
comes to see you
and there aren't any hills around here
flat paths around a hospital
in the shadow of what ?

(in the shadow of a war
existing telepathically
born in a stranger's brain
like a kiss of it
defenseless children
take them into your heart
let them have hills
and loves and hopes
born in their hearts ...)

Winter

2007-02-09T13:34:00.000Z

Patches of snow all around me on the ground and on the roofs
Winter cold wind drying my skin
Sunshine from a clear blue sky
Waiting for more winter, more cold wind and snow
And my dream is a quiet dream of the green spring
A summer of road-trips and cool forest-lakes
My dream is the same sunshine and a heated sea
For bathing, relaxing and a short swim...
Patches of snow, the blue sky is beautiful,
This is life and I shouldn't dream
Now I will walk outside and get a deep breath of the crisp air
I will care for each day of the beginning year
Even the gray day will be gray gray gray grey
and the winds of 2007 will be my friends blowing in my hair
and the love for life will grow in the darkness of the winter
and my little dream will last like my dream of love

Lunar disturbance.

2007-01-07T08:00:00.000Z

A poem about your stubborn ways
to communicate on the frequencies of the brain
Telepatically intruding or supernaturally suggesting
that love is a hazard
that love is a one-way street
down which you fare for nothing but the aim
of survival
of existing
But sometimes I don't give a damn
I don't care who I am
I travel the roads of life for just a beer or a french apperitif...
Do you remember the coral reef
the mountain and the clouds and the glimpse of the sun
sitting on the ground feeling as one
Then I return from memory lane
to the real life and the label insane
Little girl you must survive
being true to life
These are the messages I communicate
while moons surf the world and give birth to the range
of feelings that so often has been described
love hatred ecstacy and the sorrow of the heart
Give yourself a new start
give yourself a heart
These moons don't explode

Bar-table song:

2007-01-04T00:42:00.000Z

Brazilian singer:
"Vou quebrar esa mesa de bar
se o meu amor nao chegar"
(I will break this bar-table
if my love does not arrive)

2007-01-02T00:14:00.000Z

I smoked some psychiatric medicine and started a translation from a Danish folk song from the 16th century. This is the first verse:

When darkness blinds the earth
and day fades away
this time reminds us
of the dark grave of death
Illuminate for us, sweet Jesus
at every step
to the place of the grave
and give a blissful death
...

New´Year's morning:

2007-01-01T05:43:00.000Z

At 2 am I toasted for Daniella , who was not with me , as I had promised.
Actually I was too drunk to remember toasting at midnight.
Now I am waiting for the first daylight of the new year.
Let it come with glory and rays of our solar system that illuminate and start a new epoque with beauty and joy.

Sleep

2006-12-29T03:19:00.000Z

I woke up a few minutes ago. I am still tired though.
Somebody posted a lot of messages in my brain while asleep.
Yeah the brain is like a computer. Some people know how to make it do stuff.
Maybe Jack the Ripper was an innocent young man remote-controlled to rape.
Maybe politicians hear voices and lose the grip of the words and just say what somebody wants them to say.
Maybe I am all alone in having this perception of what technology can do to one human.
But I assure you it is true... That remote-control of the brain exists !!!
And what can we do about it ? Nothing.
Sleeping pills they have an effect on you, that you submit yourself to voluntarily. The chemistry of sleep. So you can see it clearly now: (!!!) The same company must have the chemistry of anger, hate or violent behaviour, and this means that we maybe react without knowing it because of remote-controlling, thinking that it is natural behaviour...

Laughing Gas

2006-12-28T09:44:00.000Z

As a kid one Christmas I had a toothache and the dentist had to pull out one of my teeth. He doped me with laughing gas for the operation.
These excerptions from a poem by Allen Ginsberg are descriptive:

"High on laughing gas
I've been here before
the odd vibration of
the same old universe"

"--- It began abstract and mindless nowhere
planets of thoughts have passed
it'll end where it began"

"Fate tells a big lie.
... And the big kind Dreamer
is on the nod again
God sleeps!
He's in for a big surprise
one of his dreams is going to come true
He'll get the answer too
He'll get the answer too"

Christmas:

2006-12-24T01:32:00.000Z

In Denmark we celebrate Christmas the 24th. In the evening we dine and give presents. Divorced parents meet with their children and their x in the name of Jesus Christ.
Sometimes when somebody's children are married the divorced father must do with the company of nephews and Grandmother.
So Christmas actually reminds me of familiar failure. Of loneliness and pain. Of the social situations that bring people further apart...
Well most years I have celebrated Christmas with my parents even though they don't live together. And it is a riddle to me how they can do it --- if they don't love eachother then why share the festivity ?
Being friends is the concept.
So Merry Christmas to everybody, and I hope you will enjoy the eating etc...

About eggs:

2006-12-23T10:49:00.000Z

Did anyone count the amount of eggs in a woman ??????

2006-12-23T06:42:00.000Z

The shrink was a lying monster. He claimed that the medicine would take away the voices in my head. I couldn't concentrate at all. I didn't believe him, but my mother did. So that is why I am fucked up now .
I woke up this morning at 6.30 am to the same mental rape that is my reality. I drink some coffee. I listen to some music...
"To look around us and to die"...
There is no cure in this world, and there is no life after this one.
I am dead before I must die. Or is it a phase ???
Do you believe in phases ?
I conclude that the shrink messes with my spirituality. That the scenery of the world must be seen. That the feelings we have must be digested.
And meanwhile God's creatures keep doing what they have been doing until now in their own sweet way...

2006-12-21T15:26:00.000Z

Halflearned creatures don't gather to learn. They gather to live. For the sake of it ; another beer or cigarette. Then in the night they have their pills. The operator has come to believe it is for security, for feeling secure, but it is not. It is submission to the big God of medicine...

The industry of medicine:

2006-12-21T10:40:00.000Z

I have met several people and I am one of them, who take medicine to tranquilize the brain etc. We don't want war-obsessed voo-doo to interfere with our lives so we choose to submit to the pills.
There is a lack of respect on our planet. Neurologically we are raped, and people don't even want to hear about it !
So to all you operators out there , everybody is human --- each in their own way --- and you are forgetting it.