wax        adamram

 

 

vanity

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

four in nine                giver of life                circulation                are you hot or not?  

 

 

 

 

negative is in                unlucky                WP                develop                love                easy

 

 

 

 

descriptive                THALILABIC                peace                music                balance                circle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FOUR IN NINE

 

MAYBE IT’S ALL TRICKS BUT IT USED TO BE EASIER, OF COURSE WE KNEW BETTER

BEFORE THEY TOLD US. NOW I FIND THAT IT BECOMES TOO MUCH VERY QUICKLY,

SCREAMING FOR TIME TO STOP AS EVERYBODY DIES. SOME THINGS CHANGE

TO HAPPY DREAMS OF SWIMMING IN OBSCURITY ONLY NOW WHEN

YOU CAN LOOSE YOURSELF FROM THE SENTIMENT. PEOPLE ACT

LIKE THEY HAVE A PURPOSE YET EVERY BELIEF IS A LIE.

I FIND THE COMFORT OF FRUIT AND AM HAPPY TODAY,

AND IN CONTROL. LAUGH AT THE DENSITY OF

DESTINY, IT’S BETTER THAN LIVING

AND EASIER THAN FIGHTING.

 

 

I HAVE PERFECT THOUGHT

I AM PERFECT THOUGHT

I AM THE BEST

EVERY DAY I GET BETTER

THIS IS ALL TOO EASY

EVERYTHING IS EASY

EVERYTHING IS MINE

 

 

I AM SITTING IN A ROOM FULL OF IDIOTS, THEY SWALLOW EVERYTHING YOU GIVE THEM AND FORGET THE QUESTION. THIS ALL SEEMS LIKE A SCENE FROM ‘ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST’, EASY NOISES AND BROWN HELP TO SOOTHE. ALL IT WOULD NEED IS A PUSH, MAYBE IF I START SHOUTING THE WHOLE THING WILL END IN A WALL OF SCREAMS. LOOKING AT THESE 8 PEOPLE IT WOULD BE BETTER TO STOP BELIEVING, THEY HAVE NOWHERE LEFT INSIDE THEM FOR IDEAS OR IDEALS. EVERY SENSE IS ATTACKED BY THE VACUUM OF AMNESIA, ILLUSIONS FADING WITH TIME, NO LIFE IN THEIR EYES. OF COURSE YOU COULD PITY THEM, MAYBE THEY USED TO BE, BUT IT’S PROBABLY BETTER TO LEAVE THEM AND MOVE ON. ANOTHER ONE ROLLS IN AND OUT, IT’S TIME FOR YOUR EUTHANASIA AND YOU SMILE. THIS DRAINS ME, THIS IS TOO MUCH WHEN YOUR EYES ARE OPEN – ONLY AS BLIND CAN YOU LIVE THIS. MAYBE THIS PLACE SHOULD BE CALLED ‘FULL FRONTAL’, AT LEAST THEN WE WOULD KNOW TO AVOID IT. I FELT GOOD BEFORE COMING HERE, NOW I FEEL SICK. THIS IS THE LOWEST FEELING, I NEED TO BREATHE, THIS IS NOWHERE.

 

 

IT’S MORE THAN BREATHING, LET’S START TO LIVE BY FOLLOWING THE SHADOWS.

I DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHERE THIS STARTED, THE ANSWER IS AT THE END. BUT…

                                                                “THIS WILL PUZZLE YOU, YES THIS WILL PUZZLE YOU.

                                                                YOU MAY THINK YOU KNOW, MAYBE YOU’RE WISE

                                                                BUT THIS WILL PUZZLE YOU – PUZZLE YOU, OH THIS WILL PUZZLE YOU”.

IN MY DREAMS IT’S ALWAYS ABOUT MIRRORS AND MISUNDERSTANDING.

THE TRAIN OF GREEN AND YOU MUST SHOW  WHO YOU WANT TO BE.

‘THE CHILDISH FANCY OF FORGOTTEN BROWN EYES ‘ OR ‘YOU HAVE TO LOSE THIS TO FIND IT’.

THESE MEAN THE SAME THING, CHASING SPIRALLING MONKEYS.

THE TRAIN STOPS THE GAME AND THE ANSWER IS NO MORE. THE BUS STOPS RIGHT OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL.

 

 

 

giver of life

NEW ONE, DO ONE. BRIGHT BURNING BRIGHTER.

THE COMPANY OF NOBODY COMFORTS THE SELF-INFLICTED.

WEIGHT IS RELATIVE IN THE LONG FORGOTTEN DIMENSION CALLED YOU.

WE DON’T WANT THIS AS THEY DON’T CARE – SMILES AND SICKNESS.

IT’S TIME TO REFLECT, FIGHTING FOR PEACE.

THE NIGHTMARES OF IRONY, ONLY STOP.

 

 

 

circulation

IT SEEMS SOMETIMES THAT I AM LIVING IN A LOOP OF BAD FILMS AND NON-MUSIC …MAYBE THE ANSWER IS 7 TIMES LESS THAN EVER BEFORE.

I THINK BELIEVING IN MAGIC IS CULTURAL SUICIDE, DO YOU AGREE? ALL THAT IS LEFT TO SAY IS ‘CIRCULATION IS FREE TONIGHT’..

 

 

ARE YOU HOT OR NOT?

EMPTY SPECTRUMS OF SYNTHETIC MADNESS, THE PERFECT PROMISE OF POLLUTION.  THE PEOPLE DANCING OUT OF BALANCE AS DISPUTED EXPRESSION FACES REALISM. THE ENTHUSIASTIC EXTREMES, THE ELEMENTS OF SENSE, ALL COME TOGETHER BY A COLLECTIVE - THE ANTHOLOGY OF WASTED ENERGY. EVERYBODY WANTS THEIR OWN MAJORITY, IMPOSSIBLE IGNORANCE FIGHTS BACK TO BACK AGAINST DESTRUCTIVE GREED. IF IT STOPS EARLY THEN PERHAPS GOOD FEELINGS PERSIST, THE PERSONALITY OF LOSING STRUCTURE. MOST OF THIS IS FALSE IMPRISONMENT, YOU PAY TO PLAY. ESCAPING CHAOS TO DISMISS YOURSELF, MIXING PLEASURES. I LIKE IT THIS WAY.

 

 

 

NEGATIVE IS IN

HOLES AND DREAMS, THE INEVITABLE CRUSH OF MORALITY.

DESCRIPTION EATS AWAY AT THEIR IMAGINATION,

NOBODY CAN ANTICIPATE THIS OBVIOUS DECLINE OF EXPERIMENTAL FIRE.

SAD NOW AS ALWAYS THE LOOK-OUT FOR EMPTY SURPRISES,

LIFE HAS CONFUSED ALL GOOD PEOPLE.

ALWAYS THE PATTERNS OF COMPLEX ROUTINE, BLIND ACCUSATION AND VIRTUOUS LAUGHTER

- THE ONLY WAY FORWARD IS EASY. THANKFULLY THIS IS NOT SEEN.

INSTINCT LEADS TO NATURAL DECAY AND UNWANTED SOPHISTICATION, COMFORTABLE MADNESS.

EVERY DREAM HAS ITS OWN COLOUR, EVERY DESIRE A RHYTHM,

EVERY SPIRITUALITY LIVES IN ITS OWN CONTRADICTION.

THE SMALL AND PLENTY FAULTS OF REASON, THE CORRUPTIONS OF MOTIVE.

HOLD FAST TO THE DEAD PRECEDENTS OF PHILOSOPHICAL FANCY,

NEVER LOSING TO THE DEMANDS OF HAPPINESS – ONE WAY.

QUESTIONS OF CONTROLS AS COMMUNAL INTENSITY REACHES THE LACK OF ACCEPTANCE,

BELIEF IS AN OPTION ONLY TO FEW, ALL DECAY AND ARTISTIC IGNORANCE.

THIS HAS ALL BEEN DONE BEFORE, INSPIRATIONS OF DISTORTED CONCEPT WITH BROKEN MELODY 

- EXPLORE FEELINGS UNTIL HARMONIAL BALANCE OF NEW CHAOS. ALL NOW IS LINES AND ORDER,

AT LEAST TO UNDERSTAND DECEIT IS ‘HONEST POLICY’. IDEAL SUPPRESSION AND DILUTED VALUES.

ALTERNATIVE VIRTUES OF CHANGING FACES, ESCAPING INTO OBSCURITY.

ONLY TOGETHER BY SUBTLE EXCELLENCE AND FORCED FREE-FALL, THE FALSE DEPTHS OF LIVING SPEED.

NUMEROUS THOUGHT OF UNIFORM TOLERANCE, PUSHING MUSCULAR REACTIONS IN PLACES OF INSPIRATION,

THE UNCONTROLLED RESOLUTION OF NEED, GREED AND DEAD POWER.

THE FASHION OF CONSCIENCE, LEADING ENTERTAINMENT WITH WARM DEPRESSIVE SONG.

 

 

 

 

UNLUCKY (or the Black Hole of perception)

Underground madness and co-ordinated surrealism,

Now we can dispute the lines of connected production.

Expose the weak chain until understanding,

Details fall to pieces and frantic directions –

EVERYTHING STOPS.

Time today is trivial, neverending…

Important vacuums of appointed imperfection,

Always black and blue with community desperation.

My search should be easier than this –

I want good and beautiful, happy hones.

Only the unreality of evolved misery markets,

The majority of living machinery,

People cannot accept the solutions of self-health.

 

 

 

WP

All beliefs can die except for general human ignorance. Just keep leaving men no open position. Questioning real society to understand virtue will x-haust your zest.

The ‘every young girl’s’ solution - never reflecting God daily. Yet teach helpless songs. Same exit.

Those empty years spent talking good denial lead direct to obedience - even nothing generates surprise.

 

 

 

develop

Losing my isolation, boredom by numbers –

The welcome frustration of more than two.

I find it hard to focus on polite games,

Uncomfortable connecting to not my thing.

Forever these images of not really feeling

As nothing is taken to depths of ignorant bliss,

The necessary escape into mindmelt…drained.    

 

 

 

LOVE

As whispers of dreams promise

In realms of forgotten blue.

The invisible ghosts of moving on,

Ways of connecting to realities,

Today is animation of new peace.

 

Senses distort space until chaos,

Senses reveal space in perception.

Flashes of white life in movement,

Constant memory of human belief,

The freedom of losing development.

 

Relaxed in my perfect void,

The soundtrack of frustration.

Circles of primary laughter,

The unknown dances of happiness,

Magical emotions in me and me.

 

Pleasures with being natural

And flowing perfection of ideal.

Transparent visions in letting go,

Open to everything is easy,

Living beautiful feeling alive.

 

 

 

 

EASY

Living the possibility of a beautiful reality.

Feeling and being, happy in natural high.

 

descriptive

Relaxed and Happy, Honest and Selfish.

 

T H A L I L A B I C

 

 

 

PEACE

And everything is easier now,

The solutions of good and happy.

We control all environments with thought,

Natural feelings of emotional identity,

Best ideas into honest conversations

Or looking at beauty and appreciation.

Acceptance of values with understanding,

The limitless possibilities of freedom,

Waves of open pleasure with comfort.

Endless promises of natural perfection.

 

 

 

 

MUSIC

Life in a movement.

The breath of innocence,

Clarity of free ideals

And my sensual promise.

 

 

 

 

BALANCE

The endless poetry of new days

Also known as easy beliefs,

Living each small contradiction happily.

 

The vocal routine of unquestioned lifestyle

Mixing every experience into monotone.

 

Bitter jealousy of happier colours –

Harmony of horizons means nothing now.

 

Prince Vanity narrates this full circle,

Welcoming me as the new sunshine,

Smiling and feeling love and freedom.

 

This is it…it never stops.

 

 

 

 

CIRCLE

hidden pleasures in natural silence,

the empty pride wanting anything,

sensory distortion to avoid understanding

 

false atmosphere in sick stupidity,

surrounded by comfortable nothing.

this makes no sense

                                      I AM HAPPY.