Month: February 2025

take care
if I don’t see you in the next life
I might be skipping one
as body aches and pains
spirals down the venin end
I am done with it for now
and we never make it past the slave anyway
why would I desire to drown in that river of blood so soon?
I will take some time out to rest
from food
sex
many sins
shed this skin of 666
finally lose the sense of place and belonging to it

maybe thousand years from now
I will begin to miss the bliss
and I will come down to say hi
to mechanically immortal
organic puppets
we would have become
if I didn’t exist

The only right farmed animals have is the right to become food faster.

I think I love you
but I can only whisper it to a tree
it will remain unmoved
rooted
still
patiently awaiting starry night to rest on it
it wants nothing to do with me
and you
you are too chaotic for the truth
and I need some balance between how I feel
and where I fall because of it

you will run with my words beyond edge of reason
and you will
make it global news
and Earth is not a globe
it is a hole
in a bigger picture of how imprisoned
we are
cut down at will in dark forests of infinity
and no one whispers secrets to us
as we decline into mud of the past
buried beyond resurrection
that too
I am hiding from you

God is a substance, sensible solid presence in all living consciousness.

out went the light
alas the guests never got off the train
clinging to balloons of their slippery fate
drunk with hot air embolism hitting their veins

what else can I say
to touch on massive overdose of native hell here
off the rails
my brain is done
doesn’t know right from left
up from down
crawling on my face
cutting corners to cross over fair and square
Hi it is me, your Paranoia
can I come in and sing redemption song?

even her brother Moon in the bloody sky
is digging for clues on walk and turn
wondering punk
house to house
night by night
we bumped into each other by chance
after shooting stars fell apart in the middle of a shadow dance I learned
when looking to recover from the bottom of my darkest hour
years ago
hours on end
right after the world ceased being sober
sane
and ours

I miss your whisper
but you should have screamed
to wake my dreams
God damn
instead
you waved goodbye, my Queen and friend
you waved goodbye and killed
the only mockingbird I knew how to feed
by hand 

 

Reality is a glitch in energy field.
Induced manifestation of disturbance.