Fun is forbidden. Obey. Follow the etiquette. Don't fart. Don't sing in the tube. Don't dance unless you are in a designated club area. Obey. Prediscribed pattern of oppresion, I don't blame anyone. I am not a conspiracy theorist that blames the corporations, the puritans, the church, the governent... Not because it's not true. Because it doesn't matter.  It beats the purpose. It beats!

Get out! Out of yourself! Do you want to be free to do whatever you want? Do it. You do not need no daddy or mummy to blame to make them admit their wrongdoing and ask them for an apology so you can do what you do what you want. Still bound in chains if so....

Do you want to do something? Don't complain, don't explain! Just do it! Like Nike the goddess of victory....

Fuck fuckidy fuck fuck fuck fuck... The shit falls from the sky to the bottom of the knee on top of the humanculus. What is that green round pain of shit falling now? It's the maneure of nature? Is it toxic alien bombs? Is it my balls? Is it fuck? Is it so? I want to throw up the world outside and fill the world with a world full of vomit. I want to suck, I want to pee, I want to fuck, I want to ski, I want to burst out loud in loud explosions of painless numb supernovas. All these letters, words, sentences, that I am senselessly typing do not mean a fucking thing. What's the point?

I throw up! In front of you. All of you. In your face. In my face. Without grace. No one gives a shit. I don't give a shit. Who's to blame? The community? The government? The hippies? The corporations? Do you feel me? Can you feel? Can I feel? Who's and what and when and why? And who the fuck gives a shit?  Again... Right? Wrong? I don't know... Do you? Don't answer! You will ridicule me. You will ridicule me....... And you will be embarassed. If you don't have too much skin you will. And I will be embarassed. I am looking at you. Just by looking at the mirror. Just by being blind. No confessions. No sins. Straight to hell. Nice and warm. Hell is nice. Bring the light forth. Back and forth. Because this world is silent. Shhhhhhh! Listen

I am giving up! I am giving in! I am taking out. Enough was not plenty. And the bells are ringing. Calling silently....

Hermes' Bride

Cry beside me,
Hermes' bride,
in letters sealed,
fulfilled with lies.

Your trust of lighting,
My love of word,
My doubt of womb,
Your fear of mold.

A cave can cast,
What sun can breed,

A loving life,
What moon might kill.

You hold the key,
The bell is sound,

Forever lost,
And nowhere found.

However be,
But be so bold,
And seed will last,
So long it's sawn.

And so we are, 

Both first and last,

By lust, we feast

And thirst, we must.

As we contrive,
The waves are met,
And we hold hands,
Below the set.

In this old race,
The young and old,
The same old face,
Is bought and sold.

Wavelengths of eternity

A baptism with one,
a glass in my hand,
a serpent on her arm,
under the black eye,
surrounded by wavelengths of eternity.

Lost

Lost and thirsty children, 

In the arid desert,

clinging to a mirage for an oasis,  

but we couldn't drink the water,
our thirst grew stronger,

only poison was there.

The fountain was found, 

where it has always been, 

In a dark place,
that we don't care to look,

afraid to see.

No effort is required, 

for not looking out but in, 

and we can find a treasure humbly made of gold

that no words can serve its truth

I let go of arrogance, and see,

I let go of fear, and healed,

It is a miracle, it is.

My friend, lets smile,

My confidant, let's trust,

My soulmate, let's rejoice,

My enigma, let's resolve,

My wayfarer, let's walk,

The golden dawn is here,
It is in.

The mistaken

Mistake after mistake,
until the next one,
always stays with the one who acknowledges it,
Who is to acknowledge the mistaken?

Transform

Nothing is ours,
ours is nothing,
borrowed from itself,
to transform itself.

The centre

not losing
not winning,
going along,
coming about.

Abide

Hungry are the ghosts,
they live outside,

preying on edible appearances,

lost and found,

not profound,

that can't withstand, 

the hearty but.

How and ever?
Could be that for which,
an outstanding perpetuity exists?

Let us smile,
after all, the pain of is that becomes,
is invoked and called upon us,
by us, for the sake of us.

Let us remember,
The self-inflicted blindness,
unperceived by the perceived.

Let us not forget,

That heaven,

when weakens seeks.

Let us rejoice,
Blindness perceived, no more is,
ever present and etherial indeed,
how familiar the welcoming is.

Fullness abides,

the immovable ground is moved,
for us, without us,

in every way and step taken,

how in-standing and complete,
the way is.

So my dear friend,

a compassionate blessing, 

a beacon of light for lost and found,
a climber of topless mountains,
always be.

Now was always, a never and forever.
Let us humbly remember, and forget too!

Who ever wrote a single word?

The answer

When I believe I have the answer I am lying,
When I believe you have the answer I am lying,

Half truth

we operate logically
only to live illogically,
if that is understood,
half the truth is realised,
with the other half,
nowhere to be seen.

Blindness

Blindness inflicted is a treasure found,
at the beginning of a busy road,
in plain daylight for all to see.

don't stumble nor be stunned,

A thunder is only a lighting for the deaf.

the path is long and uninviting.

a moment

a continuous singularity,
of things that were,
of things to come,
all that,
the present moment is.

Movement

pure energy entangled
let, come, forth
flesh and bones pushed
aside, ahead, above and below
beyond idols that astound

In flames

cleansing flames
light as air
on muddy waters settle
the serpent's vapours

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scary smile
almost what I mean
smily scar
almost what I dream
not exactly
but too true
and then I change again
for me
and you
almost true.

The point of singularity

Fullness in nothingness,
To remind suchness,
Nothingness in fulness,
To remind suchness.

Chimaera

Thundering laughter
doubt the world!
and as you reach
for a handful of dirt,
give way to Chimaera the old river,
to come rushing through and wash out forms,
in the deep ocean front.

Words

real words
are written with a pencil
should they last,
they fade.

Free Rotation

the position will
so long
the orbit holds
as long
the centre is