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Oscillations of my Mind

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The Pig

[11 Apr 2006|01:01pm]

hyperpearlgirl

Christmas is golden I cannot see
Bowling for Candles beneath a tree
Chaverim most of clean talkies with a few stones to spare
I never was a gumball or a hole, should ‘a made my life more colorful
I think my foot's taking a test.

The Label was switched on her elephant soup,
My native Chinas are turning to loop (Around me confound me Around me confound me Around me)
BEAR NUMBER E IS NOW A NAKED MAN!
He should scratch his lordly nose cuz his Charlie sucked on prose.
You know I'll take that Joe... what a lovely Aussie island.

(Thingo maya eskimo, porta trans kimono.
Cuando rojo kelivim, rocko trala bilimus.
Amasne meam scribilus, rikki wandas sabbatim.
Feminae rosta car simi namaste Cay.)
The Pig.

Hey Mama Katie wanna take me to town?
My pappy's gone; he's lost the crown.
Don't stand in my eyes, they're spinnin' here
Perhaps my story's getting queer...

I'm working up from a life I had
Last night while I was eating in bad.
Her ears are off if you know what I mean
Intended like a whipping cream.

(Thingo maya eskimo, porta trans kimono.
Cuando rojo kelivim, rocko trala bilimus.
Amasne meam scribilus, rikki wandas sabbatim.
Feminae rosta car simi namaste Cay.)
The Pig.

My apricot is falling through
I feel like I'm not with you
Silver wings are slipping out from his wax
Silly boy, I think he's lost his grasp

My light is too predictable for love - I should make some screams,
Lets all love fly for the truth - playing cards with the wind.

Take off these gourds and show me the goods - My neck is a rainbow you head is a cloud
What and odd red hander man - Why doesn't he withstand Ann?

(Thingo maya eskimo, porta trans kimono.
Cuando rojo kelivim, rikki wandas sabbatim.
Amasne meam scribilus, rocko trala bilimus.
Feminae rosta car simi namaste Cay.)
The Pig.

The milkman is late to babies for you.
Mastication is another option for blue!
The tower's boni are with the queen
They ought a play an Aztec game spleen.

The Pig. The Pig. The Pig.
The Pig. The Pig. The Pig.

(Thingo maya eskimo, porta trans kimono.
Cuando rojo kelivim, rocko trala bilimus.
Amasne meam scribilus, rikki wandas sabbatim.
Feminae rosta car simi namaste Cay.)
The Pig.

They aren't poison dear.

Words from my Fingertips

[11 Apr 2006|12:43pm]

hyperpearlgirl

I think I took a wrong turn
I go the right way everyday
it was a two-man path
so I walked with myself
so I talked with me

it was hard to stand
with myself and I
the time did fly
I wonder where it's been to?
it's nice to sit
with myself and I
the words did come
however did they come to?

I know I took the right turn
even though it should left
it was a path for two again
so I asked you to walk along
so you talked with me

I don't know what was missing
maybe it's all the same
the time didn't pass
went slower than mass
where am I going to?
it's wrong to sit
with you and me
when words stay alone
should they remain that way?

I turned on my regular path
the one I take everyday
it was now a path for one
so I walked alone
so the sun was shown

it smiled and giggled along
I skipped and shrugged along
the trees danced in the wind
the pavement sung a tune
it'll be over soon
should enjoy it
when I can remember

let the words sit alone
and whisper to themselves
dance to the music
and cry to the town

maybe tomorrow
maybe today
the words will be shared
without a fight

They aren't poison dear.

Off the Shallow End

[11 Apr 2006|11:47am]

hyperpearlgirl

I believe I'm off the shallow end
and there is no water
I'm swimming down to the deep end however
and soon will become a fish
(out of water)

Today I woke up and started to look for french toast in my backpack,
but upon finding my English boxer day,
discovered that making a razzmatazz (piece of toast) would be better.

When I got up to wander downstairs,
I tripped again and again over the same stairs,
because they were one in another.

By time I sat down,
an hour had passed backwards and my feet were no longer cold.
The dog began barking until it realized that I was the same,
but different as a new day.

My neck started craning at the kitchen door,
and I found myself in the icebox,
and again my feet were cold.

I had some juice and I settled down,
but quickly I found that there was work to be done,
so I had some fun before it ended.

I read the book,
and tried to write about it,
but only insults flew across my head,
made to allegory on the page.

Now mum's making jam and toast,
slowly, softly, like it's on its death bed.
wanted open. what a crazy me in the bad morning.

I believe I'm off the shallow end
and there is no water
I'm swimming down to the deep end however
and soon will become a fish
(out of water)

1apple|They aren't poison dear.

I Wonder Why? Reflections Entry

[11 Apr 2006|11:46am]

hyperpearlgirl

I don't understand why they are different, why they are ignorant, nor why they disregard technology, and aren't methodical, so basic functions take longer. They do things that harm them, all in the name of a religion, a silly one at that.
They don't even care how long they live, ready to die for their stupid beliefs, and they have no proof that their deity exists, they live in blind ignorance, not even considering how the world works logically. They know not of atoms, particles, molecules, elements, the big bang, and the intricate structure of life, or how to prolong it. Instead, they speak of magic and wonder, floods and gods, myths and legends, twisting fact into silly immature stories, because of blind loyalty.
Why do they not see the proof that challenges, and changes, their conjectures into conclusions? They ignore the brilliance that many have suffered for, and they live in a fairy tale land. They are unwilling to change the falsities they have allowed to exist through too many generations, not allowing modern theology to affect them. They do treat others oddly, where social standing is not by intellect but by birth, so leaders are often inept.
I pity them and their ways, but I can't see why they won't let us convert them, they understand nothing and claim to understand more than us, but I cannot see why. We are right, they just don't comprehend our words, but even their syntax is silly! While ours is the logic of the mind, theirs is logic of the heart, and takes much longer to write and speak, it's unconventional.
I wish I could show them our easier, better way of life, so they don't have to live in their simple, closed lives. It's unfortunate, they are living without simplicities as electricity, heating systems, or even plumbing. I don't understand why they live that way, adapting themselves to the world, instead of the world to them; their life is harder than it should be.
Sure, they don't have global warming or wars or laws and libels and such, but ignorance is hardly a price to pay: isn't the purpose of life to pursue knowledge? Don't they ever ask 'why'? They appear to ignore it, or come up with a crackpot explanation.
It's silly, they're silly, with unnecessary rituals and silly beliefs about life. If only we could convert their ways to ours, or find out why they believe, believe just like we do.

They aren't poison dear.

Imfamous Words

[11 Apr 2006|11:42am]

hyperpearlgirl

say, YOU!
I got a plan
let's:
paint the town
steal the crown
then go down
be infamous
or

let's:
fix the town
save the crown
then go down
as fabulous

it's all the same really,
right?

They aren't poison dear.

Peace Peas

[11 Apr 2006|11:36am]

hyperpearlgirl

Peas are so easy to have
just boil water
dump in
serve
eat peas a
clean
done.

Peace is not easy to have
must gather all
quiet down
say
give peace a
chance
done.

If only Peas were Peace.

They aren't poison dear.

Chimera

[11 Apr 2006|11:35am]

hyperpearlgirl

Do not fill to attend my will good peer,
for mine is an art which you shall ponder.
Merciless heros die at the hands of seer
yet we are free to walk, speak and wander.

Try as they come, come as they try
little is known of us at this era,
from closed information they shall not pry,
so let is be known that we are chimera!

Fierce fire breaths pierce enemy heart,
ominous serpentines with lioness heads!
With body of goat under, no need to impart:
we'll cause unworthy mortals to bear reds.

Do not pass unless you dare,
for mercilessly threats we do maim!
We do not make friends with out care,
so be warned as, now, we proclaim!

They aren't poison dear.

In the Mirror

[11 Apr 2006|11:34am]

hyperpearlgirl

of a red wicker pinecone
Viewed as mistletoe Riding a sea of spiraling shells
i See my mirror image

as two framed topiaries
side by side in a row together
i View their mirror image

a burning candle flame Held together
by a measly string as thick as pea soup
i Spy her mirror image

by a silver spoon Riding
a porcelain treasure of true value
i Note his mirror image

near a blue collage of wise wonder
condolences are Given by an ancient staff
i Find your mirror image

messed together in a picture Seen in a blink
with courses so unusual Fitted together, yet Suited
i See our mirror image.

They aren't poison dear.

The Drop

[11 Apr 2006|11:31am]

hyperpearlgirl

A drop,
off the wall,
how long?
How high?
THAT HIGH?!
No.
no
maybe…
fine…
Ok.
Peer pressure is a known factor.
Safety first?
hears laughter.
Fear, regret,
scared… maybe…
No. You can't back out.
Trembling softly,
one final breath:
here it comes:
the dr- op!
was short, very short.
Relief shines though your eyes.
It wasn't so bad!
You; happy, proud, a hero in their eyes!
"That was nothing" you spin.
Single reply:
Again?

They aren't poison dear.

Time

[11 Apr 2006|11:26am]

hyperpearlgirl

What is time? The tick tock on a clock, the months in a calendar, your worst enemy, or your best friend, what is time? Time is something that goes on and on and on and on, etc. No one human alive is sure exactly what it is, to everyone, everything and all the stuff in between, time is the oldest thing. No one can know for sure if time is had a beginning, but it is the beginning, was the beginning, will be the beginning. You can measure time, try to understand, try to copy, try to watch, and try to stop, but won't. Time is a mystery that you can't solve. It goes on, infinite as space. You can't truly understand time, not even Albert Einstein or other great mathematician could completely understand it. No human should time travel either, or the universe could explode from you seeing yourself, it would create an ongoing time circle making nature confused which is not a pretty sight. It may result in global warming or freezing, basically, death to many or most life forms. Not the greatest mind shall ever truly know time. God is the only one who can speak of time knowing its true past, present and future. Forever may we try to understand time, for never will we know it as we do rhyme. What is Time?

They aren't poison dear.

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