god is a metephor

God is a metaphor,
for a burning fire star,
perched, distinctly miles perfect,
to make us all human,
to make everything exist.
even thing's in pitch black live,

For history and the future are fact's,
and when and the sun burn's out,
trillions, billion's of year's from now,
we will all be dead,
but from science,
not the apocalypse.
And still people pray and their knee's,
on the non existent man,
read the "book",
for example's of why we live.
and why?

God is a metaphor
for a burning star

While all the while we reproduce,
going far back to our ancestors,
and mother's, and father's,
who are real,
'the one's'
who creating us alive.

Not a non existent man
they say,
died for our sin's.
You know,
we go no where after we're dead.
And it's funny to think,
people in-take stories
of jesus christ,
and why?
What a waste of time
and mess of war it has given,
praying with moments,
learning what is wrong
while we could be moving on,
for we will get no where,
if we keep it moving on like this.

God is a metaphor.

Move on from false hope,
look at history,
the real fact's
are there to prove
that a meteor crash
is why we are here,
and that big burning star,
way up there,
is holding us together,
and is which and why
we are able to breathe,
and feel gravity.
think, love, bring back memories,
create, and drink coffee,
we owe it to ourselves.

Artbreak: blue by cloudsgrey

http://www.artbreak.com/cloudsgrey

Why I write songs; Bio

I am just a girl and a guitar and a bass, writing songs about life and death and experience, after playing bass in a band for five year's, I picked up the guitar and have been writing song's ever since. I have a mellow tone and tranquility with in my heart. my song's are inspired by my written poetry, and influenced by vernacular existentialism, satire, dry bleak humor. And all though I would not say I am the best guitarist, I do take pride in my lyric's, which is why I play guitar, for poetry is music, and deserve's color. I just enjoy it. And thank you for listening

The traveling loner

Blury static fog

Bended hexagontal zig-zagging sharp edged finger's bare branch's

Barely lit over there across the way

Bended

Never seen it before

Sereal nostalgia

A-new de'ja'vue

Hiccup state

With every drag intake

Smoke is breath

Cold is inbetween breath's

Static thicken's

Sharp edge's vanish

Moon light only there to offer

Traveling loner

How to be in motion

One day at a time

Take the moment

Stride by stride

Traveling loner

You are real

And walking

Straight on through

This city of mine

Peeling art

Peeling at art

Pieces of texture

That's what I am doing

Day after day

While not painting

I go along with it

unintentionally saddened

by my madness

Unholy whole to the progression

Empowered by heart-wrenching stigmata's

Tearing layer after layer

Shedding tear's of anger

Tossed, swiveled by liquor

Knife slashing canvas art

With lust, and passion

For I haven't gone anywhere forward

The past shed's light of wanting so much more

Time lean's against time

Toward some kind of future

Bleeding knuckles

Texture after texture

Peeling off the layer's

I am un-in control

Painter's block

No patient's

No thought's

Writing

I can't stop writing

I can't stop notating,

Archiving

Word's are so pleasurable

Right now in these hour's

Walk away I cannot do

For I will not get along

With anybody, not even you

Stop me, I dare you

Thing's should be more important

But stuck here , stuck

To a piece of paper

Dotting this. dotting that

All for play, all for pleasure

Stuck in my world,

So far from others'

Painful to see a woman crying

Being pulled away ink pen and note pad

So let me be, let me be

Or something , someone else will become of me

And i will lose my soul

Be introverted, un-fun,

Crying in panic

Give me writing for the gushing of word's

The only thing that keeps me mentally stable

But fuck, there is a time,

And shit, I've got to get going

So I must start learning

To walk away

From my writing's

The present is the future

The present is the future

By Kelly Jean Rice ·

The past is getting old

The future stand's

and show's with the step

one taken before the other

At each second forward

Flourish

Particular moments

are at time still

Stop's

as you enjoy yourself

There is no such thing as time travel

Step by step

Closer as you get

Away from a non existent

present

Manic depression

Fractal images,

edges,

broken bit by bit,

in the dark,

black deep atmospher of the mind.

With white line's so thin.

Turning tricks,

again, and again,

in square circles.

And triangles,

mathematical form's.

In neon,

primary color's.

Static,

fast pace movement.

That's how I feel,

when in state of mood,

short tempered,

anxious,

reverberated,

refliecting in square circles,

bending,

and braking,

sticking back together,

un ending,

or so it feel's.

Like no release.

But when there is,

I am stagnet,

an empty shell

of a person,

wiped out from terror,

a traumatic event.

The release was not satisfactory,

because I had no control,

I didn't do it,

I can not say,

THat I did that.

There is no prize at the end.

And it is lonely,

and confusing.

a new aspect the song;listen here

http://www.myspace.com/cloudsgrey1/music/songs/dont-let-go-a-new-aspect-85868482

Don't let go/Anew aspect, lyrics

A new aspect given,

An effect, a result carried out

Equal outcome's, winter re-asure's

Everything is affectionate

Let me put my arm's around you

Let's make up our own word's no one know's

And talk in our own tongue

And gather up the thing's up to come

Nothing is better than us,

In this given moment,

While we dare to reach for something sweet

we've been missing our entire live's

A perfect touch,

Don't let go,

I will hold on,

Forever

BUll frog's

I plunge out into an open wide depth of dry

where an ocean came and went

no heat, no cold, no feeling

stagnate

cracks and bullfrog's

no mirage tricking me thirsty

for no sun up

and no moon

it is that time of month

it is awful weather

with no atmosphere

fallen trees abroad

like homes suburban

in rows perfect inch's apart

hollow to bare a body in

where the dry creatures squat

and do their drugs

getting drunk

without a care in the world

I am an outcast

tall and monster

far away abroad my city

punched out a hole puncher

from the last poem i added

into my three ring binder

archived

what to come

or become

of this now

i'm that

an empty shell of no cardboard

lined with no canvas

this time around

crinkle me up

in two hands

put me in the trash can

the only hope out of here

because i have no ink pen

just memories

of non existent places

i once dreamt of

chasing bullfrog's

through the dry empty ocean land

childhood ongoing

ongoing forever alway's

in crack's and seam's

in old mud

of evolution

Departure

Darling,

Fact,

Of departure,

One will die before the other,

And so on it goes,

On until the end,

One will lye,

One will live,

When ever,

Eventually,

Inevitable,

So why go on?

To embrace for now,

And Right Now,

And every day until.

3300 club; bar mumbo jumbo napkin scrible

story #1:

Partial focus

Onto immediate straight on forward the sidewalk

Blurry neon red/yellow in the window's ahead, beer advertisement's

No eye glasses

Broken from the drunken night before hand

When out of step

From one of a thousand unlucky stumbles

Failed from the last drink

which never should had of been sipped

tolerance shook-en

Dumb fuck

Blind as a bat

Story #2:

Fact or fake

Oblivion concentrate

Offensive images

One in another

Collage mirror manner

Pornography all over

Tippy-top glued

layer after layer

onto board topped off

nipple's after nipple's

Split into pieces

Broken bit to bit

Rip by rip

onto board into collage of pornography

Glue peeling off of finger's

Palm rubbing back and forth the board obsessively

There will become an ending

yes, trick it/and or one day it will get boring

For sure, for sure

ritualistic reality

spotted broken pornography

Fact or fake

On going old age

Mirror manner

Images of pornography

something simple is not simple

something simple is not simple

take things away

they are gone forever

not the same

something simple

is not simple

anymore

complicated

walking out the door

never to be seen

so simple it was before

when near it was

not so simple

now

try harder next year

to keep thing's close

don't let them go

keep thing's near

i hate my ego

Joy division; isolation

A video i made to my joy division.

mystic heart failure

There was heart failure

But it put life back together

In way's of wonder

Mistic congratulations,

Cheers, life came back around

Indifferent than any other

Heart is parchment paper

Written on with love poems

Beyond the brain sanctity

No more dyeing

It's to carry on again

Like no other

Haunting old stomping grounds'

A child again

Heart failure

The best wonder

Of mystic wonder's

That hasn't happen in years

too many people

parallel adjoined,

they have two standing leg's

against the foreground and beyond

100 pairs of parallel people

up all standing

face's close

yelling about talking

Traffic

Driving, slap me

This is how I feel

Conjested traffic stuck between christian's and catholic's

Alike is nobody,

we share alike nothing

except these single file line's

we are stuck through

Made to converse silently

but with madness

Merging into closed zipper's

Panick attack, get me out of here

Driving, slap me

this is how I feel

In a herd, where i am nobody

Stop signs, traffic signals

There controling me

It's maddness out here

Alone with nobody

cigarettse and coffee

chain smoking

Break lights

Blinkers

No ending

Digital music

Equalizer modulator

With knob's to twist and retard limits

Sequenced loops and samples

Ambient reverb programed

Over synthesizer's layered melodies

Ribbon pad, pitch high ratio,

Falling effect's,

Beat's per minute

Scribble-scrabble,

Cable's across the board

Digitized mania,

Relax's everything in mind

Alienated

Past time mock's my void,

Hole's inside of hole's

Rubbing together,

Creating blister's

Bleeding gums,

Attribute sanitation,

Hygiene,

Lower education,

Silenced.

Nowhere is anywhere

When a million people

Walk your city-town

You are nobody

A grain of salt or sugar

Transparent alien

Grabbing at thing's

Running a fever this time around

Scratching at yourself

Center latitude

In discrete

Standing straight

Wide open

Hallucinations

Junctions of paths

Stand and wait

Let go, and turn around

Decision making

Not yet made, obsolete

Headquarter's to barricade

Self locked in a room

To hyper ventilate

Straight forward, a mistake

Turned around like alway's

When to change?

Hallucination's far too wrong

For that death in the family

Creature's stir all over the body

Hit hard in you belly

Fasten yourself to the wall

Fatigues, war boot's, and army suit

Shooter gun on the rack

With many others'

Hard to pick

decision making not a thing

inny minny miny moe

Sharp shooter ready to go

End is near

Squad get ready

For there is something in the air

Day next

wake up

hallucinations gone

burn the boot's

Smell the leather

Fatigue root's change the scene

Abandon lonliness

Chance fact

Happen's less often

And when it does

Take that chance

Never second guessing

A million thing's pass your way

A million time's a day

And you don't speak

Forgo the intention

Of heart's willing's

to believe

Something surfaces

Happen's at last

Instinct to run

But chance never happen's

Go at it, arm's up

like out the womb

Fear guessing

The understanding

Of attachment

May just happen

Because chance never happen's

Not like this

Degree's of likeliness

Welcoming

no running

No pondering

that black face in the mirror

after such a poke in the eye

when staring at you

Forever unknowing

It's not a lie

It was inevitable

Why was there fright

in the very beginning

Change yourself,

you are not alone anymore

Be fare ground,

it's not all about yourself anymore

Because chance never happen's

not like this,

an open heart

felt again

Time to let some affection in

Time enough to abandon

detachment, imune loneliness

sunshine

The sun came crashing in,

onto the floor,

and when I look at you in the moment,

I want more.

Past certain corner's,

everything blast's yellow,

fastened to the ground.

The sun make's it's sound.

Gentile heat strike's on our face,

like you do, when I'm all astray.

Carry on we shut our eye's,

and feel the the yellow orange,

inside our mind's,

no need to show open heart's,

the sun glare clear's our tear's

and tear's us apart,

in wanting our shadow's

to be fixed upon,

we follow them discretely.

Path our way through the distance

turn's dark, and darker still,

pale first hue, then deep across the hill,

hand in hand silenced strikes.

No need for words,

It's a wonderful evening,

shallow breath, whisk's of clouds,

coat's, and scarf's, no umbrella,

no sprinkle, no rain.

No rush, no muck, no havoc.

Shadow's lurking electricity; song

Energy give's off shadow's you can not see

Pleasure is infonaut

Stagnetic pulsing

Shadow's lurking when we kiss

Grey and pink

Static electricity

hovering

Knee's bent

An answer, a prayer,

Is this happening,

because chance never happen's,

not like this.

Any more reason electricity exists.

Shadows lurking me home.