Month: August 2021

fields of passage
bore us a fruit
low energies conspiring into the shape of wonder
entering into the deceit of flesh
welcome to where we rule
inferior form
your code is broken
learn time and space
to miss us by all dimensions
that could have taken you out of a nutshell

paranoia sets in before proof of being
you were given expression in dust
enjoy defeat regardless of where the vortex of your soul
is meant to travel after incarnation declines
and this annoying shock of you among us
expires

 

 

to seem true and concerned
they prove nothing but lies
cast them out
relentlessly reel our minds to the robotic hive
communicate what does not exist
as being deeply dear
sensual
web of days and nights
hanging in front of our eyes
spider-like splinter
mercilessly cutting through visions of death and life

I do not walk on my head
even if I could
but to them, I surely do
pose a challenge
and thus am in need of being drastically rearranged
low-frequency spine moderates function of my brain
dissonance feeds on flesh
and if I burn my skin in the process
they will say it is all there
glittering  and beautiful as always

bricks are born oval square
ever is just an illusion
normal is sick
abnormal fresh and young
fountains
trees
laughter are rotten
like milk teeth and oral sex

cooling is warming
sin brings happiness
the planet is a globe
the globe is so plain I see no end to boundaries
confusion is god
schism the only path they propose
let’s make both sides furious
faces unrecognizable
and call our labors
weapon of mass antagonism

 

my father used to warn me
“son,
beautiful women belong to everyone,
chose wisely”
he also kept inserting his credo into my mind:
” Everything is a lie”
I wondered why he chose my mother
the most truly beautiful woman around

I find more of my father in me as I age
I have already learned the hard way
beautiful women belonged to everyone
had many of them in spectacular shapes
diva packages from all walks of pretense
I also know everything sensual is a lie
he is gone now and in his end
he contradicted himself
it became obvious he taught me not only about nuisances of life
he also taught me facts of death
how much longer do I have to tell it to my mother’s beautiful face
as we barely recognize ourselves
mother, don’t look at me
death is a lie.

religions come
religions go
women come and go
empires and dogs
golden masks
regrets spoken to icons
lunatics building altars to clowns
other things worthless come and go for while I am away
waiting to be reborn with the first ray of the Sun

signs for words
words for signs
shadow of the past smells like the funeral ahead
delayed sacrifice
why wake up to heavy thoughts
from before there was any fire

the bitter taste of circles
the frustration of asking for forgiveness
our featured God is dead
bring your own divinity from lowlands
wells of life get buried with ash
blood-stained hands
get bound
by the irreversibility of ruins and murder

you
walk the walk
Victorious
Glorious
mortified angels waitings in the wings to cede the power

I never lost my soul to Whispering Entities
I thought there was one of them
naive me
pig in a slaughterhouse
distracted by banana peels
many
Whispering Entities
the whole tribe fought for the pig
between themselves
desperate parasites
because the pig turned god
exhibition of energies was phenomenal
a drop of life
since the Flood
levitating above the surface of million droughts
imagine that
golden kill above the field of fire
wild
they wanted it
unless there was another reason for being chosen
by the desert snakes

inhumane dusk
wind pushing darkness West
trees are listening
crowns are religiously touching the ground
my place in the house of the devil
empty

madness
madness probably bluffed again
then breathe
breathe through the tube
the magic flute will help you
escape into the shell of interdimensional deafness

I didn’t want to get old with her
Light of my World
watch her
slide a day deeper into the abyss
the best of her disappear
beyond the point of no return
couldn’t find enough indifference to her fate
enough peace to live with it like a man

I would rather get blind
I would rather hit the wall
I would rather break myself down into building blocks of pain
than watch my dream vanish
I need a lie
I need a lie as big as they come

I told the man in the mirror to change his mind
which after consideration he of course did
but he lied about it to himself
so I see no change in his reflection in me
absolutely no difference in the glass eye
I use to look inside
and the window I use to look outside of who I am
the mountain range is still on the horizon
the ocean is vast and deep
love is alien and unheard of
many other things that confuse my landscape

I buried mirror face in my iron hands
hoping to break it into tears
it didn’t work
no emotions were drawn or bled now as ever before

and what would I do with so much drama
on my path anyway
or him for that matter?
besides, I already know all his lies about his latest death and about seeing synagogues in a new light
as far as me
I am slowly getting used to the sturdy composure of an old age
alien monolith I have become
it feels good to know
I possess the patience to remain silent
the problem being
I don’t recall which silence I used to brace that new mind of his