The ramblings of n1c0b

Snakes in my brain

Dusty seat
Passengers on the same ride
Have to get along
All night

Can i cope ?
With all of this ?

Trying to restrain
Don’t let the insanity
Take over my brain
Or this ride will turn
Into a fearfull freight train
And the mass murderer
Lurking under the surface
Takes over and messes it up
Drinking blood from my coffee cup
After squeezing it out
From the remains of someone’s veins

Blood on the seats
Carving up bodies
Felt kinda neat

I sink back into my seat
And surrender
To a night to remember
Forever

The hotel with the white doors

Walking through hallways
Pale white doors
Behind every door i open
I see faces
That tell me how disappointed they have been

Strange dreams
Every night they visit me
I seem caught
In an absurd surreality

Trying and searching
For a way out
To experience freedom
And uncage my soul
And fly to my ultimate goal

The day the pain ends
Freedom will, at last
Be within my grasp
Holding it in my hand

As i entered the hotel
Through the pale white door
I noticed a man taking a shower
He screamed and yelled since his skin was being peeled

The strange hotel
Seemed a lot like hell
My hell was getting lost trying to find my room
Was this my endless doom ?

Rat no.11

Rat.no.11
Only seven
Roaming the streets
Scurying past
People’s feet
Evading pits
Rat traps
On every corner
A shoe polisher
Hands him a piece of bread

Rat no.11
He has been fed
On to the next point
Or to embrace death
By numerous ways
Any of the weekdays

dumping my mind

How are your thoughts organized ?
Or are they even organized at all ?
What is the sound of your last call ?
Tell me, has everything taken a fall ?

How can life take a turn for the worse..
Or how can it become better
When you throw it all in reverse ?

Have u ever thought of the consequences
Of the actions you follow and put into motion
Have u felt that the things u do follow
The flow of nature and the oceans ?

In the light of day

In the light of day
We tend to fade away
Nothing we have to say
Nothing interesting we can think of
In any way.

Even though so much
Is left to say and do
We don’t seem to see
Through the everlasting
Sea of thoughts
What we were supposed to be

We’ve agreed
To live miserably
And accept pain
In our daily ways

As we roll along….

As we roll along
Walking through the streets
Greeting the people we meet
We seem to be obsessed
By our daily business
And forget our task
Which we need to fullfill
To exit this world victorious
And not be left in perril.

How can we be so blind ?
How can we hide
Behind a curtain of lies
And unknowingly live our lives
Small and meaningless
And feel miserable inside

Humanity or mankind
Has lost the connection
With crucial knowledge
Which is now lost in tine

Jim

In a couple of weeks I will be
Going to see for myself
How one of the greatests minds of our time
Has been laid to rest in his last grave.

Jim, I will be visiting you
Since I have to have taken the trip
To your last resting place
And feel your presence

Mr. Mojo Rising
The Lizard King

For me, the one that sings
With his heart and soul
To transmit the feeling
That lives deep within

People might say anybody
can sing like you used to do
But nobody has even come close
to what you used to sound like
so I guess it is harder than they all think

Maybe people should be less judgemental
and more open and sincere
that would bring us all closer and more near
to eachother and oneself and nature too

Maybe someday people will get it, but I fear
that at that point it might all be too late my dear

Dead cats, dead rats

Dead cats, dead rats….

Think you’re an aristocrat…
Well crap, that’s crap!

All those cats and rats seem to think they own our thing
Have they ever realized that we are surpreme ?
Atleast this is what man(kind)
Seems to think in the very end.

We see rats as rodents and vermin,
Cats are mostly seen as either being property
Or as cats that roam the streets being free

We have a strange perception
Of how the world is supposed to be

We, as arrogant human being, think
That we own everything
We should be thought a lesson
In how to think and percieve things

Prayer

Light Surpreme
Who art the druid in Nature and
Dwellest in it’s inner most parts as in Heaven
Hallowed be thy qualities and laws.

Wherever thou art
All is brought to perfection
May the realm of thy knowledge become subject onto Thee!

May our will in all our work be only Thee
Self moving Power of Light!
And as in the whole of Nature
Thou accomplishest all things
So accomplish all things in our work also

Give us the Dew of Heaven
And the Fat of the Earth
The Fruits of the Sun
And Moon from
The Tree of Life

And forgive us all errors
Which we have committed in our work
without knowledge of Thee
As we seek to turn from their errors
those who have offended our precepts

And leave us not to our darkness and our own science
But deliver us from all evil through the perfection
of The Work!

Amen.