This Month's Model.

December 2009

1. The Rapture - Out of the Races and Onto the Tracks
2. KC and the Sunshine Band - I'm Your Boogie Man
3. Suede - We Are The Pigs
4. The Main Drag - A Jagged Gorgeous Winter
5. Coaltar of the Deepers - Snow
6. Slowdive - Visions of La
7. Massive Attack - Inertia Creeps
8. Monster Movie - Dream About You
9. Dial M for Murder - There's Nothing Left to See
10. The Whip - Trash
11. Denim - Bubbledhead
12. Siouxsie + the Banshees - Make Up to Break Up
13. Marion - Sleep
14. Denim - Fish And Chips
15. Rialto - Monday Morning 5.19
16. The Monochrome Set - Eine Symphonie Des Grauens
17. Some Things Don't Matter - Ben Watt
18. Polaris - Hey Sandy
19. Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower - Rattus Uberaues
20. Deerhoof - Dinner for Two

Spooky.

So, a lot of people ask me why I got a haircut,
so i'm just gonna be straight up honest with you.
I was attacked by hair-eating hobo-zombies.

Cookie Mischief.

walking in, wearing a suit and a tie
i'm just waiting for something clever to say
somehow, my cloud nine passed me by
some sweet nothings isn't easy to explain

we light up the room up with dynamite
and we're hiding in plain sight
finding it hard to take a hint
this is what it's reduced to

sometimes its always different
but i guess this lament's not the same
girls will always desire some kind attention
somethings will never change

if its what to expect
then expect me to neglect
because its just something I want to forget
too emotional, a la delusional

i'm soaking in Bathory's bathtub
its so much like a disease
i'm wrapped around your self-loathing
but i'm just so at ease

i'm a minor character in my own story
don't ask to be taken seriously
i know all about humor, I am Poliachi.
is this living, or is this irony?

i have no motivation to try
you need effort to even ask why
we always expected to learn some how
setting off to on my own way, now

for these years we learned how to fake it
and were satified for the mischief we caused
now its your turn, no need to be afraid now
The only morality in this cruel world is dying

Daft Colour in Appropriate Horror.

I've already forgotten my regrets,
because i've started making new ones.

Holden Caulfield is the Greatest Non-Existing Human Being Known to Man.

I'm in over my head in purple waters. not to mention i'm surrounded by sea of phonies, watching only for themselves, peering and glancing to get four more steps ahead. Rubbing out anyone in their way for survival. What is the correct common etiquette for social play? What is the written rules for social walking, and basic survival? I'm not suprised what these morons do to keep safe, amongst the bickering and conflict. They're eat each other up and infect like a bacteria, hidden from the naked eye.
It's depression probably, or just the restlessness, no kidding. I roam for hours, up and down the streets i grew up on, where in the day light it's energy is like photosynthesis, but its the night that really shows the colours of a modern age. The consequences for not obliging, for rising against what built up to be, line up in old blankets and in bags of alumnium cans, kissing the floor we walk on. Eventually, you'll have to give up and love big brother for the reminder of whatever life time. I've nothing to care about. I don't give a rat's ass for the conflict, and i'm too tired explaining these group of phonies. If it wasn't for the fact that i'm on this island, i'd get out of here. There nothing left for me here and life only remains as rubbish. No kidding.

Propeller Plane.

Pet Lions, again.

Warchild.

A happy Sunday away from school, it was finally time to wander into the evergreen fields, so close to the coast line. My eyes open to a clear and blue sky, as it smiles gentility to the plains I rest in, I just happen to smile back. For most of the day I played with the skies, as the lively sun found its rays glowing off my skin. Just sliding up and upon the mellow plains; floating on an ocean of green and serene meadows. With my eyes, I pointed and called to glossy waves and it shouted back with patient sounds of liquid earth colliding with silky sand.

Somewhere at mid day, all feelings shifted, as comfort exited my shell like blanket drifting off onto the wind on a cold night. Planes and bombers coming out from everywhere and my blue sky turned violent black as the surly clouds cried tears of black, destroying the innocent fields and the gracious valleys; anger rising out of brushfires and an uproar from the shore to the mountains. The waves were crashing on the rocks, out from torpedo fire taken unkindly. The land grew depressed and disheartened, thus I have to hide from this place, as it was not the place I once knew. I will wait until the sky will smile back again.

The FU Song.

We all get like this sometimes.

Pants. + Breakfast.

Not the greatest of mornings...

Are You Awake?

Nope.
Still can't sleep.

Death by Cereal. + Self-Confidence.

My mirror counter-part wants to kill me.
I won't blame him.

Mindless Banter, session 3.

Why must it always seem like a chore,
when it should be as nice as candy?
they always depend on something expected to know already
but never could they give a hint.
swimming with the swans in a gray lake,
i make a dive hope to never see surface.
its not worth it to see the sun;
its not worth the strength
to only get tackled my someone else's mutilation
i'll drown myself out until the pressure takes me out,
and only then i'll float back to the top,
to see what is left of my spirit.
i don't think the clouds are worried.
neither should I.

One-Minute Song.

Chairs are missing....

It's Just A Dream.

somewhere down at the barfly
your delighted telling my elegy
a drug-stained lullaby
a sip of liquid confidence
i wanna get trapped in your psychosis
like delicious candy coated poison
so why stick with me, really?
when you really want to be with them?

it's just a dream..
a lucid dream..
ribbing this second nature
do i need to explain?
it's all i need
she's all i need
i'm buried in cotton blankets
I'll die in dreams of you.

my hearts an open book
but you prefer T.V. anyhow
i wish to blast off and kiss the stars
i'd never seen the girls on mars
we're bonded by experiences
as the first times felt so right
your human emotions won't sit still
no new feelings tonight

crying what you don't need
makes me roam to the bends
craving analogical things
im just losing to pretend
screaming for a better world
you never cared for this human's race
really, what do you want from me?
how 'bout a smile upon that face?

it's just a dream..
a lucid dream..
ribbing this second nature
do i need to explain? ahhh
it's all i need
she's all i need
i'm buried in cotton blankets
I'll die in dreams of you

a hundred and nineteen days
only fifteen minutes of fame
written to embody human emotions
our tender lives won't be the same.
dark and light, it won't be alright
straight back to square one
hook on midsummers daily drugs
she only wants what i can't dream of

well, I must be dreaming..

Hat Missing.

Farewell, my beloved hat.

Motor Mouth is Beastly.

Michael Winslow = Uber-Godlyness.

Gowtee + Arguement.

Am I going crazy? Its the boredom getting me.

Closer.

counting off from building tops
nothing on the bottom that's pillowly soft
all my sins kept to repent

attention is for the grand jokers
and this jump isn't practical
you'll learn the world dies alone.

this is self-esteem breaking down
this is rope that hangs you off the ground
i would like to die with you
cause it's not worth living

blessed this troubled innocence
the weightlessness
has catches me off guard

the today is just a gift, they say
the future is just a day away
but yesterday is the reason why we're here

this is what agony sounds like
this is silence in the moonlight
and i'm just floating to my descent
these thoughts flirt with the graveyard

this is just some bad counterfit
or is this a good punishment?
up against the dirty floor.

i'm closer.
i'm closer.

Public Access.

So here's how the story goes.
Late around 3 AM with nothing to do,
and though the insommiac phenomena I've been experiencing,
I go though the filpping the channels,
you know, the old way of looking for something good to watch.
I hit to the old public access channel
playing this old Ed Wood movie, I believe it was Bride of a Monster,
except it was dubbed over by this teenager,
obviously more bored then I was.
It had some parts that were cheaply humorous,
but nothing you'd expect from public access.
It inspired me.
To do something great,
but something that will probably really, really minimal.
Create something outrageous, artistic, and some other third thing
video for public access!
The though is currently giving me a mind boner,
So at this point,
I wanna do something to relieve these thoughts.
But too hard because of lack of:
money/time/decent equipment/resources
in addition to writer's block.

Last thing i wanna do is walk around with boner sticking out.
Thus, i'm fueled to start... Soon...

Kill the Director.

Whoever is writing this life,

kill the director.

Mindless Banter, session 2.

Written out of the black onto the world in the skys,
i felt it striking all down upon me in all sides.
the sidewalk trying to sneak me onto the road.
i guess i lack to believe what i thought in this light.
i wish the conflict could be put beside behind the tyranny of the world i live in.
there ceases to be solution or resolusion,
and i'm cast away in the blight of this array.
Let it go,
Let this go.
If only i'd ever now.

Caust of Millions - pt.2

Act III – ‘Death’

The walls are thick and firm,
Surrounded by the demon's beasts;
By day, they march in chains;
By night, you smile in feast.
They call us by our number names
And sweat pours over our Chelsea smiles.
We sleep muffed under the sound of agony,
Packed tight on this crooked isle.

An endless line marched on and on
Soaking in blight under halogen lights
In a metal cave, echoes chant our fated plight
In an iron sky, bones spit from elevated heights
Death did us all!
The molded sky struck our fate
As we stuck to a bottom,
Buried below from fiery hate

With the everlasting prayers
I sleep asound on the dirty ground
I think of what good is left
May it breathe life long after death.
Silence followed at a fissure
The taste of dirt has more life then metal
There, we rest on a blanket of dirt and nettle
There, our trees will breathe life and mettle

You started such an immoral game.
You let so many pawns go to waste
let not our voices be silenced,
let not our cries be forgotten...




……and then all was quiet.







Epilogue – ‘Dreaming…’

I imagined
The ecstasy so long ago
will be lost in time
Like tears in the rain
One day, we'll fly away like Icarus
And build our wings from the faith below.
Nothing to fear as we stand and grow
Nothing to bury in the blacken snow.
As we soared though the smoke in the sky
Swifter then any bomber or plane,
we dived into the blue ocean waves;
And we were saved;

We were saved.

Green Zone Cafe.

second guessing
when we were right the first time
i'd always find you
with your head all looking down.
it's too much collateral
but not enough for you

there are secrets out there
and i happen to know every one
its gonna go down in time, forever
and were dancing to the end of sirens
you say we can only be friends
but for one minute only
you forgot it in people,
but just accidently

I know no North
no South, no East, no West.
continue on this torchured soul
and not just for the self-obsessed

as my tail lights follow you home
i'm eternally suspecious
to get on my worries,
she started to act very coy
then she pulls me around
just to get me annoyed

the cafe's open all day
the coffee's bitter like chemical dayglow
to disregard the obscene nature
its concealed in a neat figure
violent and ever so cold
but i'm not in such snow, but storm
goodness has never came late
but this time i'm stuck at this bus stop

i'm burning beneath your windowsill
and though your captured, i shall release
but don't say it's over yet
and that's a promise i'll keep