...from the Madonna Project April, 2007
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Apr 07
Red
Glance like a spear, lips poised just so, say what you may,
Wrapped in velvet red, in a sea of black,
Moments trickle past, like ephemera, like diamonds in the sand, sparkling!,
Memories hang like dewdrops in midnight mist, reflecting the moon,
This ocean so deep and endless,
Yet your warmth like a coastal fire beckons,
Center of the infinite, arrested eternity.
-I.A.T.
...from the Madonna Project
...from the Madonna Project 17
Apr 07
Hmmm…
IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME...
200 million unemployed,
war and lies all over the world...as if I give a fuck!
Corruption everywhere, and I don't care at all!
Nothing matters anymore.
What should I do? Do you expect ME to change the world?
It's not my fault. The world would be the same without me, and I have my own problems and suffer enough!
How'd you feel if your love cares more about the meaning of life than he loves you? How much value has my life if I am alone?
In the end, billions have died before me... and I won't be the last!
...I'M FUCKING OUT OF HERE... -- S.M.
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Yea,
I get it!
rat-a-tat-tat, somethin' like that
Blast the fucker
Right off the mat!
Cause it's just like that
Without a beat,
It ain't but a goddamn
Festering rat...
-- I.A.T.
...from the Madonna Project
...from the Madonna Project 11
Apr 07
Sacred Fool
Oh come on Christus, you offer your bleeding heart amid cries of fallen mortals?
Just listen my sacred fool! Did you think these ignorant souls would ever see the lightdark? Listen to the murmur of their hearts, to the torture of their thoughts, to the rancor of their actions, to the glee of lust oozing through their appetite and the avarice darting across their furtive eyes, to their vacant ambition fornicating with all that is! Can they see? Can they hear? Can they standunder your grace, your naive grace?
But you must contend that in the end he left them, like hopeless children in the midst of a blood feud, and punished them for their ignorance; and if they chose wrong, absolute rage wreaked upon them what game, what silly game, what supercilious absurdity, the twin twine of culture and religio helixed into a stranglehold around their indivisible logos. The child ne'er hath a chance!
Speak!
-I.A.T.
...from the Madonna Project
...from the Madonna Project 8
Apr 07
Dark Angel
Traversing Beyond Good and Evil what does our poor old supermen find? Hmmm..., at the heart of the proverbial black hole he discovers absolute light; and yep, at the core of the brilliant star he stumbles in pure darkness!
Wretched elves and noble dwarfs, Luci-fer and No-ah! Ying yang and the yakiddy-yak -- speaking of which reminds me of all those Tibetan vultures feasting on human flesh, but hey man, hold on to your convictions, wrap yourself in that flag and be proud of your inherited matrix, yeah! Funkytown, Motown, Shiva and Kali, ooooh! now that's a Downtown groove!
Now-here and no-where, all but a flux, shucks! Sorry to burst bubbles, making troubles he is, she says!
Inna, I can't wait for you to cut off your wings...
-I.A.T.
