Industrial Garden
Foil flowers, blood like rain showers, we the children, the garden ours, industry devoured nurture in smog clouds, the blooming doom, the scented gloom.


The Snorkelypse is back and in full effect; to put it to you, Puffy; it simply can't be stopped.

          
Vanity... It's really all there is to it...



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By Fayrous F. Hamdan March 30, 2010, 4:10pm drawn up at V.I.P. Diner on place mat...(image above)

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Photo by Fayrous F. Hamdan

Photography at it's finest, people! I present a photo I took at the local market here in Jersey City and I'm pretty sure that's not a produce item.
MMmmmm, I love my groceries with a hint of prejudice, just so I remember where I'm shopping. 


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Below Image Drawn up on Windows Paint: By Fayrous F. Hamdan (me!) March 31, 2010, 6:00pm


Friday May 7, 2010   8:15pm
"Earthly Ideas Measured By Distance: Inherent Knowledge"
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I call it:

Malice in the Underland:

Premise of the tale, contrary to the association of the title is a story eluding into a childrens fairytale version of
"Dante's Inferno."

My main character Malice while playing hide and seek with her friend Jim falls into the town well and drowns.
(Hey, I didn't say they'd be normal kids afterwards, but bare with me) Upon her decent she wishes to see where all the bad people go
when they die, being so afraid that she'd end up with the bad people because her mother would be upset with her falling into the well and destroying her dress which was a new dress I might add, since her best friend was a boy making it excruciatingly difficult not to destroy, pretty girl things. Plus, her mother had committed cardinal mom sin, she doomed her child to hell for destroying the last dress she bought.

Malice hits the waters surface as she awakens to a blinding light unfolding into a scene of trees on a semi-hilly plain. In the distance, as the blindness shifts away with the blaring astigmatism caused by the reflexive transition from dark to light gaining equilibrium.  She swims out to find the little birds and animals nearby huddling and finds herself standing pouring over the two rabbits, which turn to her and snarl viciously. Apparently, in hell a sick joke is rabbits are lions, so if you don't get fucked in life, well you just die and God makes a morbid joke of you, just as soon as lion rabbits chew clean through your ankles and finding moments to pause in between just to snarl at you as a reminder of why and what you did. Of course that didn't happen here, they simply bit her, fingers off. It was only two as far as we know, that kind of information is like "what happens in Vegas..." to get.

Once bitten, Malice falls asleep; only in life falling asleep means rest, but in hell it means fire and lots of it.  She finds herself awake again. Only this time she's in a cave lit by lanterns that look as if they may have been torches to start, but sort of melted over that way.  the path is nearly endless and being tired she succumbs to trying to sleep again, since it was quiet and dark, assuming that she was brought there by someone kind.  She begins to dream or finds herself walking as herself in one, living through a day that would grow as a reminder if she could remember, but we'll get t that. Written by Fayrous F. Hamdan

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James Chairsiciere < Terrorphoria > 03/11 22:47:29 


Evades to elude 
deluded to conclude truth: 
the absence of you 

Recedes like the tide 
laws blank do reside, fleeting 
forms to fill, waiting 

vanity as pride 
love is blind if not one-eyed 
blurry whispered sighs 

Pristine slate remiss 
captured in time, pictured this 
developed as is 

By FFh (Ferrous FFh, one & only in the world.)
 

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Raped Image

delivered from ink to page, the words just lay
to waste
the brush and stroke, the light enthralls
in nature all, the world revolves
installed the curse, the cure is art

Human form reborn, forever yours
the skin removed, beauty is true
exposed in hues, the likeness of heaven
found in the hands of the man in you

capture the faith, the human active state
the camera lied to your face, no lines to trace
captive, remain, a thought derailed before the train
batteries included to rape the image, beyond your face

human form, reborn forever yours
the skin removed, beauty in true
exposed in hues, down avenues
the likeness of heaven, found
found in the hands of the man in you

Like love in grace, the reality replaced
frozen in place, never goes away
the human form reborn as yours

Like love in grace, reality replaced
frozen in place, never goes away
the human form reborn never yours.

By Fayrous F. Hamdan

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Kill the Gorgeous Plague

My face is made, the make up trade
million dollar painted embraced, look on my face
the camera angles absorbed human state

Kick the kettle too black to meddle
what does he know about the gorgeous
PLAGUE: my right  to be ugly, a sin made of me

Kick the kettle too black to meddle
injected subtle, but the grace of face
PLAGUE: my right to be ugly, a sin made of me

You know your looks, they're by the books
to scared to know your own, within the clothes
the name is theirs, a body cloned, tanned and toned
the human form, torn from it's own, 

kick the kettle too black to meddle
my eyes are settled, on the gorgeous
PLAGUE: my right to be ugly, a sin made of me

VOGUE, sin to settle, disgrace to level
media waste disposed, exposed a face my own

My face is made, the make up trade
million dollar painted embraced, look on my face
the camera angles absorbed the human state

kick the kettle too black to meddle
my eyes are settled, on the gorgeous
PLAGUE...
By Fayrous F. Hamdan

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Carved in Smiles

Crook, mistaken the light retraced it
white released it, restricted braces
a form replaced, by accepted bliss
Sharp and scattered, it never mattered
the better fatter, when teeth are shattered

SMILE, at me so pretty
rip it off your face, kill distaste
Smile like you love me
rip it off you face, the mocking rape
the happy state, you never gave a shit
about me

it's not you, you see, what of me
that uniforms to conform to fit 
around your body

it's not you, you see what of me
that invites uniform to conformity

If your eyes bend to fold, origami 
the lines the pores, the color's stored
light removed the image reviewed
restricted to, perceptively indisposed

SMILE, at me so pretty
rip it off your face, kill the taste
Smile like you love me
rip it off you face, a mocking rape
the happy state, you never gave a shit
about me

it's not you, you see, what of me
that uniforms to conform to fit 
around your body

it's not you, you see what of me
that invites uniform to conformity

stoic smile, the crook in the frame
the woman unnamed, Devinci disdained
stoic smile, the stain on the chain
the woman unnamed, Devinci disdained

it's not you, you see what of me
that invites uniform to conformity
By Fayrous F. Hamdan

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Crippled Severance

A gift of me depletes, energy speaks
in whispers repeat back to me
he lies, and tries inside I die
the how's and why's
my ears deny
forgive me
forgive me

hanging flails my severance
a flag of us, the one with trust
crippled is the wind against
all the hurtful words were said
all the time when we were there

Long lost wish, unfulfilled, riddled with ills
our time stood still, while the harshest blows
the one's you throw, the one's I know
the one's that show, the fingerprints 
of blue black hints, the sadness tints
my eyes stained pink
forgiveness if 
forgiveness if..

hanging flails my severance
a flag of us, the one with trust
crippled is the wind against
all the hurtful words were said
all the time when we were there

Hear me out, over our shouts
Did I say something threatening?
Stop and talk or hike it off
you laugh and scoff
I'm not the one
I'm not the one

hanging flails my severance
a flag of us, the one with trust
crippled is the wind against
all the hurtful words were said
all the time when we were there

hanging flails my severance
a flag of us, the one with trust
crippled is the wind against
all the hurtful words were said
all the time when we were there
By Fayrous F. Hamdan

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Seamless
You play a mean game
but you're the first to complain
that the tears yours or mine
both spill in vain
you're just so full of yourself
your ego, simply not worth the try
I thought you better, but you're not,
not worth the cry.
but it keeps repeating, droplets depleting
the excess,the hurt you caused
you left without a chance to stand, 
against all odds

I've hated you silently every day
except that I loved you in that special way
I can't seem to find a place to separate
the seams just aren't there
the space between, we can't repair.
what if I just run away, what if I just run away 
and you never see me again?

For once, your vanity would be correct
this song is about you, 
you treated me like dirt, I felt like a jerk
but you acted worse, in retrospect
you were never sure, and 
I was made every other girl

you left without a chance to stand, 
against all odds

I've hated you silently every day
except that I loved you in that special way
I can't seem to find a place to separate
the seams just aren't there
the space between, we can't repair.
what if I just run away, what if I just run away 
and you never see me again?

I've hated you silently every day
except that I loved you in that special way
I can't seem to find a place to separate
the seams just aren't there
the space between, we can't repair.
what if I just run away, what if I just run away 
and you never see me again?
Written by Fayrous F. Hamdan
and posted to Craigslist missed connections nyc
this evening as well.
By Fayrous F. Hamdan




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