Another Sunday comes on by with my heart beating on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?
I sometimes find myself running down that empty road chasing after my mind - where will I be my friend?
Another Monday comes on by with my brain thinking on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?
I sometimes find myself spinning in the empty field, colours steam from my head high into the sky above the clouds - where will I be my friend?
Another Tuesday comes on by with my lungs breathing in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?
I sometimes find myself in this room looking through the window, children jumping hop scotch off the walls and into the seas - where will I be my friend?
Another Wednesday comes on by with my eyes staring on the table in front of me, they see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?
I sometimes find myself floating in a balloon, singing notes float from my mouth and stab my balloon to the ground - where will I be my friend?
Another Thursday comes on by with my ears listening on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?
I sometimes find myself in the desert, surfing the waves of this sandy sea - where will I be my friend?
Another Friday comes on by with my nose smelling on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?
I sometimes find myself on the moon, looking down onto the Earth spinning round and round - where will I be my friend?
Another Saturday comes on by with my mouth singing on the table in front of me, I see the people stare - wonder and ponder; how long will I survive?
I sometimes find myself under the sea, swimming with the bubbles of my last memory - where will I be in the end my friend?
Jason Paul Friedman
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Blah
Blah from the mouth of julius.
julius is my favorite "leader" to hag on, but with quotes such as "Me... suicidal? Never I'd rather kill myself!" (Really? I mean really?) Who wouldn't find that funny? With marks for woodwork on standard grade "GG" yes "GG" you have to wonder how julias keeps making his way "out the wood work"
I often wonder to myself how does julius do it?
1: He plays the best card every time - race... anything that does not go his way he deems racist, please look this up, I believe in 98% of his arguments recorded (yes people do this for a living) the word racist was used... the other 2% was him thinking of another word for racist.
2: He is the best comedian this country has ever seen! Here follows some of my favorite julias jokes: "If both of you are under the influence, then using protection is very difficult. You are tired and the sooner you are to deal with this thing, the sooner you can sleep."
"You don't need to be educated to be a President"
"Casta Siminya 'he' is a woman"
"We are tired of a two-thirds majority. Our aim is a 'three-thirds' majority"
3: He is such an idiot that we actually give him too much publicity.
So we have our laughs at the man but lets face it he has power whether we like it or not, so all we can really do is listen to the Blah from his mouth, continue our laughs and debates about our "great leader" julius malema
Jason Paul Friedman
julius is my favorite "leader" to hag on, but with quotes such as "Me... suicidal? Never I'd rather kill myself!" (Really? I mean really?) Who wouldn't find that funny? With marks for woodwork on standard grade "GG" yes "GG" you have to wonder how julias keeps making his way "out the wood work"
I often wonder to myself how does julius do it?
1: He plays the best card every time - race... anything that does not go his way he deems racist, please look this up, I believe in 98% of his arguments recorded (yes people do this for a living) the word racist was used... the other 2% was him thinking of another word for racist.
2: He is the best comedian this country has ever seen! Here follows some of my favorite julias jokes: "If both of you are under the influence, then using protection is very difficult. You are tired and the sooner you are to deal with this thing, the sooner you can sleep."
"You don't need to be educated to be a President"
"Casta Siminya 'he' is a woman"
"We are tired of a two-thirds majority. Our aim is a 'three-thirds' majority"
3: He is such an idiot that we actually give him too much publicity.
So we have our laughs at the man but lets face it he has power whether we like it or not, so all we can really do is listen to the Blah from his mouth, continue our laughs and debates about our "great leader" julius malema
Jason Paul Friedman
Sunday, July 25, 2010
=)
My Heart jumps, My Heart skips, My Mind races, My Mind chases.
I Smile, I Smile more...
My Eyes tell all.
My Stomach knots, My Head spins, My Vision thins.
My Body is on its Own mission...
Smitten
I Smile, I Smile more...
My Eyes tell all.
My Stomach knots, My Head spins, My Vision thins.
My Body is on its Own mission...
Smitten
Monday, July 19, 2010
Stained Wall
My face sinks into the concrete wall its pressed against, I can see the people who stood before me... their screams crawl into my ear cavity... their tears roll down my cheeks like the blood that spilt from their wounds.
The sound echoes across the jagged streets of my mind and the land of the uncaring souls.
"Come with us!" they cry; pulling, uncontrolled pulling, I fight for that freedom I had only a few moments ago, losing my grasp on the breath I seek falling fast all is lost my lungs fight for one more breath but I keep falling falling falling...
My eyes hurt as I open them to the harsh sight of the moon light spilt across the concrete wall, I see my face sinking into the wall, fighting the uncontrollable, I see their hands pulling me deeper into the wall... I see his black cloth fall over my body and the many others who stood before me. Tears run down my face, I can feel the spiral of death... my last breath.
I awake to see them dragged up to the wall, I look around to see myself on the other side of the street, I stand lifeless, with the Demons of Propaganda and Fears eating at my soul, I see them pulling my clothes apart and leaving me standing bare, cold - afraid. I sense the self hatred built inside of me for doing nothing... PULL. CRIES. PAIN. DEATH... I watch as they sink deeper into the wall, my tears blur my vision.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and find myself in the apartment across the street from the wall, I see myself in uniform standing with the Devil below, I seem scared and looking around when I stop and just stare, I see that the uniformed me is again staring at myself bare on the opposite side of the street, I look back at myself and now see His hand embedded into my chest, His cold hand wrapped around my heart as I lift my rifle - I pull the trigger for execution...
The sound of the rifle ping pongs down the cobbled streets; off the walls and into the distance - Blood Stained Wall, I see myself fall to my knees as He lets go of my heart - He looks up at me in the apartment, dead in the eyes and smiles.
PULL. BREATHE. FIGHT. PAIN.
They want me - bullets from the firing squad make their homes in my lungs, all goes numb as I gurgle for one last breath - Blood Stained Wall. DEATH.
Jason Paul Friedman
The sound echoes across the jagged streets of my mind and the land of the uncaring souls.
"Come with us!" they cry; pulling, uncontrolled pulling, I fight for that freedom I had only a few moments ago, losing my grasp on the breath I seek falling fast all is lost my lungs fight for one more breath but I keep falling falling falling...
My eyes hurt as I open them to the harsh sight of the moon light spilt across the concrete wall, I see my face sinking into the wall, fighting the uncontrollable, I see their hands pulling me deeper into the wall... I see his black cloth fall over my body and the many others who stood before me. Tears run down my face, I can feel the spiral of death... my last breath.
I awake to see them dragged up to the wall, I look around to see myself on the other side of the street, I stand lifeless, with the Demons of Propaganda and Fears eating at my soul, I see them pulling my clothes apart and leaving me standing bare, cold - afraid. I sense the self hatred built inside of me for doing nothing... PULL. CRIES. PAIN. DEATH... I watch as they sink deeper into the wall, my tears blur my vision.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and find myself in the apartment across the street from the wall, I see myself in uniform standing with the Devil below, I seem scared and looking around when I stop and just stare, I see that the uniformed me is again staring at myself bare on the opposite side of the street, I look back at myself and now see His hand embedded into my chest, His cold hand wrapped around my heart as I lift my rifle - I pull the trigger for execution...
The sound of the rifle ping pongs down the cobbled streets; off the walls and into the distance - Blood Stained Wall, I see myself fall to my knees as He lets go of my heart - He looks up at me in the apartment, dead in the eyes and smiles.
PULL. BREATHE. FIGHT. PAIN.
They want me - bullets from the firing squad make their homes in my lungs, all goes numb as I gurgle for one last breath - Blood Stained Wall. DEATH.
Jason Paul Friedman
Sunday, July 18, 2010
0oOo0oO
Roads unkept to cover the tracks of those who lied, I find myself arriving to endless chatter while the mechanical flies buzz in annoyance, those tungsten smiles like Stalin's First, I feel no warmth but only the incongruous stare.
Stop - Start the sounds of gears grinding across the room as the Wise walk through the door, I watch all the animals write down the Wise - they can not tell their own lies, I lift my hand in question, maybe to gain more knowledge or to point out that I am different?
I see no further than the back of my eyelids, I fight against all odds but come second to none, with the jets screaming in the background as the machines say goodbye; theres no way to call for help, if any at all?
With the hot air flush against my skin, sweat drops from my forehead... I am still human after all.
I watch them converse in conversation unable to read their thin lips, frustration creeps up on me, as every now and then I catch a dreadful stare.
My arms start to tingle as the blood struggles to find its way through my veins, the buzz of the flies start to become a permanent fixture in my sub-conscious.
Questions of fear are my devil, wondering what those needles are injecting into my body, green turn my veins as the thick liquid explores my inner being, I feel every inch it moves and hear the cries as it lays war upon my body, black, and more of it as I start to fade into unconsciousness.
I awake to find my mind intact, I open my eyes to see nothing but barren land as dust is swept up by the wind, , my mouth dry I am unable to swallow, it begs me for water... nothing but sand, I look down at my feet in horror as I realise transformation is slowly taking place - I am human, but not by the end of today.
My walk lasts for only a moment as I collapse to meet the fine red sand, my eyes readjust to find I am not alone nor am I on the fine red sand but on grass with life, they lift me to my feet, I can only stare unable to say a word. They urge me on to a lake with clear blue water, I am greedy and my gulps are large and messy, I don't care, but I am grateful for them helping me... their eyes never leave me, they watch my every move and smile as I take in more and more of what I think is water.
I hear a voice in the distance, calling out my name.
I wake up to find I am still on the cold steal table, with the buzz of the mechanical flies in my head, only now I am strapped down from my head to my legs, my whole body tingles with the lack of blood, their tungsten smiles are a permanent fixture as I realise what they are.
Human, weak, emotions, free thought? Lies!
My minds starts to lose its grip on reality - if there was any to begin with? I watch as they open my chest and take a look inside - Strange that I feel no pain - they share a joke at my astonishment.
I feel them inside my chest pulling, cutting... and fixing?
I want to lift my head to see what I look like but the straps so tight its pointless to even try.
They close me up and move towards my head I feel the scalpel run across my head - again no pain - I feel them pull something out... I stare in disbelief.
I start to cry, or I think I do, I feel no tears, but for the first time I do feel pain only its not physical its a common notion, I am heart sore at the fact I am no longer human, but a non entity such as them... I cant seem to remember who I am, where I came from, I have no memories.
Was I ever alive to begin with? Was I even here? Why are there so many blanks?
Why are there so many questions? I slowly bring down my hand as the Wise take note of my questions, they smile and tell me "The roads are unkept to cover the tracks of those who lied"
Did I lie? Are they protecting me?
Stop - Start the sounds of gears grinding across the room as the Wise walk through the door, I watch all the animals write down the Wise - they can not tell their own lies, I lift my hand in question, maybe to gain more knowledge or to point out that I am different?
I see no further than the back of my eyelids, I fight against all odds but come second to none, with the jets screaming in the background as the machines say goodbye; theres no way to call for help, if any at all?
With the hot air flush against my skin, sweat drops from my forehead... I am still human after all.
I watch them converse in conversation unable to read their thin lips, frustration creeps up on me, as every now and then I catch a dreadful stare.
My arms start to tingle as the blood struggles to find its way through my veins, the buzz of the flies start to become a permanent fixture in my sub-conscious.
Questions of fear are my devil, wondering what those needles are injecting into my body, green turn my veins as the thick liquid explores my inner being, I feel every inch it moves and hear the cries as it lays war upon my body, black, and more of it as I start to fade into unconsciousness.
I awake to find my mind intact, I open my eyes to see nothing but barren land as dust is swept up by the wind, , my mouth dry I am unable to swallow, it begs me for water... nothing but sand, I look down at my feet in horror as I realise transformation is slowly taking place - I am human, but not by the end of today.
My walk lasts for only a moment as I collapse to meet the fine red sand, my eyes readjust to find I am not alone nor am I on the fine red sand but on grass with life, they lift me to my feet, I can only stare unable to say a word. They urge me on to a lake with clear blue water, I am greedy and my gulps are large and messy, I don't care, but I am grateful for them helping me... their eyes never leave me, they watch my every move and smile as I take in more and more of what I think is water.
I hear a voice in the distance, calling out my name.
I wake up to find I am still on the cold steal table, with the buzz of the mechanical flies in my head, only now I am strapped down from my head to my legs, my whole body tingles with the lack of blood, their tungsten smiles are a permanent fixture as I realise what they are.
Human, weak, emotions, free thought? Lies!
My minds starts to lose its grip on reality - if there was any to begin with? I watch as they open my chest and take a look inside - Strange that I feel no pain - they share a joke at my astonishment.
I feel them inside my chest pulling, cutting... and fixing?
I want to lift my head to see what I look like but the straps so tight its pointless to even try.
They close me up and move towards my head I feel the scalpel run across my head - again no pain - I feel them pull something out... I stare in disbelief.
I start to cry, or I think I do, I feel no tears, but for the first time I do feel pain only its not physical its a common notion, I am heart sore at the fact I am no longer human, but a non entity such as them... I cant seem to remember who I am, where I came from, I have no memories.
Was I ever alive to begin with? Was I even here? Why are there so many blanks?
Why are there so many questions? I slowly bring down my hand as the Wise take note of my questions, they smile and tell me "The roads are unkept to cover the tracks of those who lied"
Did I lie? Are they protecting me?
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Letter of Fiction
Dear...
I am sorry for the things I have done... with the sun beating down on my head and the shadows of the bars running across my page, I realised the wrong I have done to the family...
My nights are cold as I know your hearts are towards me... I use to believe there was a reason for my actions, but now as the time takes it's toll on my mind, the cold on my skin, the voices in my head... there are none.
The man next to me seems to have it worse his dreams come through as screams, I can only imagine what he sees... my dreams are blank, in other words I have none. I use to dream all the time, from running free in grandfathers garden to those dreams people have when they falling and then jump awake. Now my only dreams are when I day dream, staring out my "window" and reminisce on things past and wonder what if?
When she first looked me in the eyes my heart jumped, but only because I could sense her disgust in me, when she looked into my eyes the second time I could see she had lost it for me, I am truly sorry about the third and last time...
Her smell, her taste, her fear... I am sorry I really am.
That last time when her blue eyes sunk deep into my own, I knew she hated me, when I returned the stare - fear had fallen across her eyes.
When my blade ran across her throat, death ran across her eyes... I am so sorry.
I feel my own fear as my death awaits me.
Justice some would say, those who don't... I see it written across there faces, hate - cruel hate.
I now sit in my cell with my last request... pen and paper; I write to you - to say sorry for the love I took away from you, for hating you two for leaving me, I know I went down the wrong road but leaving me?
I am sure I will look into your eyes one last time when my life slips away from me... remember the first time when my life had begun? Not many people can say they were there for the start and the end.
Sorry
Dad
Love your son...
I am sorry for the things I have done... with the sun beating down on my head and the shadows of the bars running across my page, I realised the wrong I have done to the family...
My nights are cold as I know your hearts are towards me... I use to believe there was a reason for my actions, but now as the time takes it's toll on my mind, the cold on my skin, the voices in my head... there are none.
The man next to me seems to have it worse his dreams come through as screams, I can only imagine what he sees... my dreams are blank, in other words I have none. I use to dream all the time, from running free in grandfathers garden to those dreams people have when they falling and then jump awake. Now my only dreams are when I day dream, staring out my "window" and reminisce on things past and wonder what if?
When she first looked me in the eyes my heart jumped, but only because I could sense her disgust in me, when she looked into my eyes the second time I could see she had lost it for me, I am truly sorry about the third and last time...
Her smell, her taste, her fear... I am sorry I really am.
That last time when her blue eyes sunk deep into my own, I knew she hated me, when I returned the stare - fear had fallen across her eyes.
When my blade ran across her throat, death ran across her eyes... I am so sorry.
I feel my own fear as my death awaits me.
Justice some would say, those who don't... I see it written across there faces, hate - cruel hate.
I now sit in my cell with my last request... pen and paper; I write to you - to say sorry for the love I took away from you, for hating you two for leaving me, I know I went down the wrong road but leaving me?
I am sure I will look into your eyes one last time when my life slips away from me... remember the first time when my life had begun? Not many people can say they were there for the start and the end.
Sorry
Dad
Love your son...
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Let me down again
So many lies absorbed into my skull, so many dry tears I saw fall from your face, so much pain... so fuck you, you let me down again!
So many times I fought for your name, so many people calling My name - all to deaf ears... so fuck you, you let me down again!
I don't ever want to hear your voice again, see those eyes again... all it will be is another lie again!
I don't ever want to feel your touch again, hear those words again so fuck you, you let me down again!
Once a shoulder to lean on, once an ear to call to, once someone I cared for... fuck you, you let me down again!
There was so much pain, so much sorrow all for a cheat, a liar... fuck you, you let me down again!
Let me be, let me see whats better for me, let me live my life and do whats right for me, don't let me down again... please let me be!!!!
So many times I fought for your name, so many people calling My name - all to deaf ears... so fuck you, you let me down again!
I don't ever want to hear your voice again, see those eyes again... all it will be is another lie again!
I don't ever want to feel your touch again, hear those words again so fuck you, you let me down again!
Once a shoulder to lean on, once an ear to call to, once someone I cared for... fuck you, you let me down again!
There was so much pain, so much sorrow all for a cheat, a liar... fuck you, you let me down again!
Let me be, let me see whats better for me, let me live my life and do whats right for me, don't let me down again... please let me be!!!!
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