to the individual who is wisely reading these organic verses
I wish you great success
health
love
and happiness
you entered  pages that are my hunting grounds
for incredible
precious persons
still
what a shame
all descending into meaningless oblivion
on my part
It might be an empty prayer to prevent that
but I know
your story is my story
and its end
is my end
how about
one day
we will make them meet in Third Heaven
above our lonely destinies
where love is given to all
waiting souls
lost
at the last stop before reason
for everything

dear authorities
thank you for reviewing cycles of my insanity so quickly
I greatly appreciate your interest in my mental disability
and that besides issues with my large weight and high blood pressure
I bet your agent can help me subscribe to your monthly newsletter
full of valuable information on convenient ways to hang me
or shoot bystanders at the nearest covid-19 test sites
as well as other dedicated to public safety distancing centers
which include but are not limited to
pretty much everywhere in this thrifty municipality
These stubborn individuals surely deserve that
for not wearing protective tampon faces properly
federal government and Jesuits recommend
I always knew you would provide me with the confidence to act myself out
and resist
resist
resist normalcy
in a spectacularly useful to high society and local administration way
as locking me up on a funny farm would be a very undesirable change
in a policy to keep this city ghetto-enclosed
sick
and overdosed on heroin and of course
Whiteness Is Indefensible
Black Lives Matter
Marxism is great if you run out of crack
and yes
ABC
CNN
FOX
please take formal notes as
few sporadic murders will immediately follow this short thank you letter
to democratically and carefully selected by numerous others African mayor
and her white freak “fille de joie” I admire with all my heart
for making me look normal
sharp and collected

 

I know the Golden Truth
glorious and beautiful
path through Patience
and I am not afraid of you
on the contrary
be afraid of me
Illuminated Silence
finally, you are as quiet as surprised
to see me being consumed by fire
burnt into a diamond of answers

just a wild guess as far as the problem I have
and always have had with this life
is that it ends in an alien expanse called Eternity
behind the veil
out of touch
but I have been walking on the very edge between the two worlds
the two fairy-tales
the whole time
perceptible
painful steps since biological childhood
and out of this state
this process
program
beyond annoying protein quest
beyond the longest suicide watch, I humbly recollect
but the wait is over
inherited chains broke off my neck
and it ends
this uncomfortable transient form
corruptible flesh
converts back into luminous shine
didn’t I tell you?
God is Great

 

there is so much Unknown
that if we had senses capable of realizing its vast lands
we would travel them in a constant fear
as for me
Everything
is what I don’t know best

trust in divinity of creation
its purpose
it’s guiding light
allows us to breathe freely
and look into the future
with a smile
or is it just
our complete imbecility
that makes us carry on
into the jaws of a trap

Sisyphos
king of Ephyra
explain yourself or stop
you viral
idiot

Welcome to Our Little Transition
Brothers Of the Hive
to bring about a state of another Monolithic Lie
construct to thrive on and feed off
Our Little Conspiracy that will last long enough
to blind  humans with premeditated broken promises and petty prizes or
terrify them with the underlying truths the lie implies
syndrome of the distant shores unaware of the river
our identity concealed
suppression we cherish and live by

privately
between us
Brothers of the Hive
It is not surprising
the river is desperately running from here
to become an inner ocean while shores get eroded into pitiful oblivion of the surface world

Panta Rei
and we will
Brothers
under their Sun
over the constant flow of innocent blood and dead bodies
build  a shield around the living rest
mindless minions
to protect them from the music of the Spheres
choirs of the Cosmos
as it is not for them
the Herd
the Slaves
the Blasphemous Bottom
It is not for them to smell or taste the Divinity of Life and Eternity of Ascension

Wouldn’t you agree, Lucifer-Father?

I have eyes all over my body and
I know what they did to you
God knows what they did to you
I see them like we were one guilt
one shame
one seed of the Devil
I foreshadow their kills
I foreshadow spells of their hypnosis
submission
it hurts just to be and dream

rag
left to yourself you wonder how much of a child
how much of a Sun Heart
how much of Clouds and Rain
you breathe in by quiet complaisance
by prayers
exhale fear and delusion
their venom
I wonder if you will ever find
consolation in belonging in my arms

but I am not of them
I only mirror path above your flesh
they seduced
used
and spit back at me

 

woman
in my sick head, you are the only pure thing left worth of immortality
salvation thrown at me within this blacken pit we parasite on
shape-shift between sacrificial lamb and paralyzed slaves
reincarnated with inhumane precision
fine-tuned for sex and consumption
all under young Sun chasing its own lies
under magnetism of light igniting momentary awakenings
always on road
never on path
exposed to a savage density of tribal stars
driven by powerful storms of thoughts and emotions
on a never-ending pilgrimage through history to populate premature ages with graves
human dust all over Time
immersed in ritualistic illusions hybrids died for

now
shut up
open your heart for this perfect moment
biological life
taste it
and walk away from here
take your soul through all the shades of mystery plan
through elements and energies
through all spheres drawn by love and hate

accept the temple of your body
as one of us must live to save the day
from falling on blind regrets
of never crossed paths with destiny
become an angel
grow wings
bring out ecstasy of flight

as for me
what can I say but Long Live the Beast
everything fell apart and became a struggle I could never win
hence final projection
final flesh I inhabit
thanks to God-Creator I turn invincible
by walking through the gate
and spells
magnified by the silence of the Elohim
help tremendously

if you can
don’t follow me there, boy
I am the son of all roads
I am the eye of all storms
I am the calm
to avoid

w umyśle mojego obecnego ciała
gdzieś na samej krawędzi duszy
ograniczyłem wreszcie obszar ostatniego życia
w którym jestem teraz uwięziony
na wieki wieków niespełniony
i będę pewnie musiał tu wrócić wbrew mojej woli
odsiedzieć niesprawiedliwe wyroki obecnego Boga
jeżeli nie istnieje czas
koniec jest kłamstwem
którym bezmyślnie podzielił się z nami

go on
strangers
measure my life by its length
not its depth
so I remain hidden at its very bottom
where you will never get
to find my hell
taste my fight and fall from graces

silence is hollow
I enjoy limitless possibilities of expression
it gives my imagination
mind and heart games
it is the same with loneliness down here
immense
timeless joy
of pain being a measure of spiritual presence

such a sweet place of primal darkness
because light
has developed an instinct of self-preservation
I’ve never cared to cultivate
just like destiny in this dimension
always out of sight
but getting closer and silent
“For He knows the plans He has for me”
His obsession for detail I am
and I don’t
and again
I don’t care to learn