Trivicides Eye

Welcome! New friend! Welcome to a fantasy fun-land!

Come with me to the center of a mad mans, mind-eye;

Our journey begins in this fun house!

The hallways have randomly allocated mines;

Would you care for a cup of tea or a slice of carrot cake?

Served to you by a manic mime!


Stay for a game of cards, please relax and take your time.

you’re only gambling with your life, afterwards;

On wards to the gazebo that over looks a herd of three headed buffalo,

sometimes they speak of the kind of things, no beast should know.

We can get high while they mumble about down below,

Sanity is over-rated anyways, so lets get comatose,

then ride the roller coaster with the angels and the ghosts.


The longer you stay the better you see them,

The more you lose your mind, the more they look like demons,

’till you either see Jesus and beg to be forgiven; or you’re consumed by bitterness

and then sat before Satan, listening to his welcoming sermon.


Well I discern, it’s about that time, it’s getting late,

if you’d like to see more, come back tomorrow between noon and eight,

as you fall asleep tonight, keep in mind,

the center of you – is found somewhere between love and hate.





Into Flight

It’s silent now,

and I know how quiet I’ve been…

reflecting… feeling like I’m,

Wrapped in a blanket of judgment.

I’d tell you a story, but starting here is closer to the ending.

It’s been gory since the beginning. I’ve spared the gritty details and

If I could glean a clean insight to whats keeping the tension tight,

in the air tonight; I just might – take you back to

when it didn’t matter about winning or losing;

To a time when my head wasn’t spun – When fun was simple fun,

before everything stating binding and ever since,

have been unwinding!

But I’m afraid through all your unwinding; the pieces of you

the birds are finding; Once chewed through, are not worth shit for glue –

You’re not a chicken,

Yet the feathers of the flock might stick to you may reveal what’s true;

You’ were meant to fly;

Mans greatest hour comes

when he rises above the external and internal clamor,

faces all the demanding faces, and his own;

and silences all the voices..

Counts the cost and knows there’s only 2 choices -.

Instead of just giving in, stands tall and in the face of adversity.

And when things get grim, remains calm through the storm within

I could tuck my tail and turn, crash and burn, but I’ve learned,

I’m prepared to make every wrong – right!

When I’ve finally cleared the run way I’ll take off! – into flight!

Satisfied to know that all my on-lookers,

never before… held such a sight.





Strife Strike

Stitches on the hitches of every hang up;

Been pulling me by the britches since the break up;

Too shook up – stuck up –  just shut up!

Enough is enough! Save your breath; you don’t understand!

One more breath, and you’ll be tasting the cuff of my back hand!


I don’t intend to offend you and if I do I certainly don’t want to fight you;

but I too have the right to stand up and speak out for what I like!

If it’s a diss to you and you cant let it pass and you need to chew the verbal fat;

talking nonsense; you skew your way through truth, like a dirty rat!

Every word I put down is like a natural trap; you don’t know you’re caught

till you’re upside down – getting a bad rap; another cynical clown;

nothing better too do other than too turn my frown around!


So I’m gonna clown around and meander mindless; numb and dumb;

all around town! Living the moment, feeling out who’s feeling me;

looking to be freed, looking for truth; looking for someone who’s in need;

looking for someone who’s looking for the one who’s looking in and paying attention!


Cause lifes’ best lesson is the best is gone

before you knew it was the best; so let that test

your mind and in time you’ll find the secrete;

To silencing mental strife and truly know what it means to live life…






Poisoned Reality

Walking closer to the mirror,
I distance myself from reality.
My reflection runs away into
another world created by me.

All I see there is lucid images of what,
Could possibly be my thoughts.
Abstract images of bent reality,
Each so delicate and vastly complex.

Senses soaring to new heights,
A mind equivalent of a million geniuses.
Everything becomes so clear,
As everything is over-thought.

My mind struggles with simplicity,
As a confusion of horrible strength,
Strangles me like a little rag doll.
All that was ever real is truly fake.

My body is sitting on the ceiling,
As my head crawls along the floor.
My flesh feels like it’s melting and,
There are moving patterns on the door.

My reflection is laughing in the corner.
No wonder i’ve felt so damn paranoid,
He’s been watching me with my eyes!
Oh well, in this world thats no surprise.

Time slips us further along into it all.
Thoughts come, then are mutilated.
Time loses it’s reality bearing powers,
As powerful thoughts form temporary reality.

The mirror ripples as it spits at me.
I come too, and catch my reflection.
I begin to break free of the environment.
Reaching for the door knob that,
Is shrinking, I open the door and,
Step out of my dark tiny washroom.

March 21st/05


A cursed gift – a realism of writing – though sometimes I find myself

fighting the demons I’ve imprisoned; remembering I was once one of them…

I struggle to fight – to make right every wrong – Whether I’m calm or exploding like a bomb – I always have a piece of paper and another song.

Even though I know right from wrong – I don’t aim to maim my fellow man;

I’m just another simple minded human – swayed  by the moment, each minute of each day – No matter how high – how low  – I always have something to say and sometimes

I just fake it and make it up on the spot; meaningless words with no plot;

Every moment distilled and spilled as the time is passed and filled,

hoping in the end, it’s only time I’ve killed – otherwise I feel like I’m going insane;

whether or not its been said before and it all sounds the same – I need to spill

the nonsense blocking up my brain… Stress relief and joy and every moment of pain…

I had a goal to write what I feel. to be so real it would be scary; I wanted people to share the process of my journey – connect with me – be able to see that no matter where they’ve been or what they’ve done – there is someone out there who gets them.

Life can get ugly, it can get grim and in a single thoughtless moment – on a whim,

said some stupid things that had me begging to be forgiven… I’m just a simple minded human – living the human condition, I’ve written and lot of rough drafts – please stay tuned for the final rendition… cause in the end… I’ve scared myself, put my morals up on the shelf and helped myself to pride and glory that I hadn’t earned yet; cause I’m not the one writing my story….

By now I’ve learned as each day comes and goes, only the Lord knows how each verse should truly flow, I’ve got to take it slow, I know I’ve got to let go… Give the gift back to the one who gave it to me – lift the curse, erase some of my sins and set my soul free…



Sink or Swim

Little white crumpled papers; icy, black little lies;

Everything is as real as it can be – yet everyone’s still wearing a disguise…

Questioning the point of reviving myself;

when every ones got me pinned with their eyes.

Cause when I finally live again, it’s going to be for me and not  for them;

All the onlookers watching me at the bottom of the pit;

Instead of offering me an honest hand to get a grip

I opened my mouth and into it they spit.

I try to give a damn and pray for my soul to get close to God again…. but maybe this time

I’m just to covered in shit. Though no matter how long I rot; I will never quit –

A little bit of faith and hope is all I got; and that’s a lot more than most.

I don’t really like to boast, but I know what I know and I know you don’t know me;

You’ve either seen the sunlight reflecting off the surface of the sea;

blinding you to the depths of the darkness that I surfaced from;

Or you knew me when I was young and watched me struggle and fight

nearly drowning as I swam for the light…. and that was just as blinding!

Here comes another storm and I’m just a little boat, bounced around by the waves

and I’m capsizing and sinking again…

and I’m capsizing and sinking again…

I’m drifting to the bottom of the ocean…

For a little while; forget about family and friends…

Until I rediscover my treasure… waiting to be opened…

….Then in the midst of the darkest depths …  I’ll revive and live again.





I had to watch all my pain staking effort  fade like a 1930’s photo;

and no one will ever know what it meant to me to see you… finally!

And I marveled the moment My mind finaly unraveled;

And finally accepted that the universal truth does exist;


it’s just a phase;

its just the drugs;

its just the sauce and bitches;

the bed bug itches;

and if you were me in sure you’d be just as insane!

lay no claims to my name; let the shit talkers lay their ill guided blames;

let the little shit talkers play their games;

I may be on fire….  but im not the one going up in flames!


Speak what you think of life and it will never be what you wish;

for a kiss – you will dismiss all logic – she’s a cocain, meth – gin N tonic!

Super stoner chronic – smoking blue berry god kush!

give her a push – and put the money in her hand;

surrender all of Eden and, –  your – self – indulgent -eternity!; like a man!


I think of sometimes taking command and showing the world a sight –

they weren’t built to understand!

And I’m sure when they finally see – they made me snap!

I’M sure last they will finally give a good god damn!


it’s just a phase;

its just the drugs;

its just the sauce and bitches;

the bed bug itches;

and if you were me in sure you’d be just as insane!

lay no claims to my name; let the shit talkers lay their ill guided blames;

let the little shit talkers play their games;

I may be on fire….  but im not the one going up in flames!