Sunday 27 September 2015

Offence….

immersions are about to begin…
cremations with impeccable efficiency…
piles of folders to be burnt…
lots of arsenic to be bought….
yet no offence can be taken…
jailed for voices…
jailed for innocent tears….

Lots of cops on the street…
lots of politeness on the leaves..
cell walls splattered with blood…
and the unrepentant seagulls smile outside….
yet no offence can be taken…
for many beheadings are going outside…

The moats are being flooded …
with full force…
and conviction scared…
the Knights go for the last dash…
whispers of kamikaze..
contentment of suicide…
yet no offence must be taken…
for it's tradition over here..
to procrastinate before untimely death…..

Media trials…
mutilated corpses…
grease trails….
bribes inside my soul…..
speeches against “terrorism”
electrocution for protection..
hanging for love….
yet no offence must ever be taken…
for we all have preferred to remain..
politically correct….
Vive La “Growth”
Vive la “ leader”...


           Defense…

Last night’s party was excellent…
great make up..
gems worth trillions….
yet that little angel was not to be seen….
expensive cars agore…
but not one..
with a priceless heart….

Last night’s party was awesome…
best champagne….
awesome Riesling…
great fabrics…
easy to un string….
yet everyone seemed to smile with coercion…
applause seemed orchestrated…
mute flattery…
plenty of defense…
as the doll seemed to cry…
somewhere deep with rejected muck..
missing those dreams….
seeking purity of thoughts….

Last night’s party was full of stars…
diamonds from Gievere …
greatness from Mars….
yet something was terribly amiss…
maybe the wind was blowing south….
muffled protests…
repressed justice…
somewhere out there…
there was a very little cute maiden…
born from daffodils…
aching out for mercy…
shouting out for a hug…
after all she was executed…
even before she was ever born….
for wealth seemed to have lost…
on tradition stubborn….
and the appalling defense..
of an well adorned ….
heart…


      Tyrant inside…

swelling patriotism…
misplaced pride…
accurate destruction..
drones strike…
lets blame the capitalists outside..
the wise say…
yet no one bothers…
about the monster of intolerance and tyranny inside..

Long sessions..
swift justice…
crimes of conviction…
people’s convictions need to be satisfied…
yet no one checks up..
on the rotting dreams..
and calamitous famine…
in understanding…
in acceptance….
as the tyranny slowly creeps in…
option to die
but barred from lust…

Great development..
good days…
skull caps vanish…
immigrants never to be accepted…
honor thrown around…
whims mercilessly crucified…
yet people forget to check in…
that divines don’t reside..
with tyrannous minds..
and oppressive souls…
how many voyages of penance…
and baths of forgiveness…
the deceptive may undertake…

Cranes fall…
lives get stuck…
one journey…
so many tongues eternally silenced….
people go on merry…
limitless faith in genocides…
yet they forget…
that true bliss lies in giving..
and tyranny lies…
with every JDAM..
and shell buried deep…
inside future universes…
we all sing with conviction…
and cry on our crosses…
good flattery…
but without any earnest wishes…
to face the mocking tyrant …
of repression and merciless ..
heavens…


    Salty Honey…..

well it's ozone depletion time now…
the harsh ultraviolet of religion…
will now light up the forests of dreams luscious…
into endless bushfires…
bees will breathe in the cyanide of hatred..
and honey will now taste …
much salty and alkaline….

well it’s the time of the sacrifices now..
where only endless rejections will come…
who ever falls in love..
with and autistic outcaste…
don’t know how to lie…
don’t know how to chant…
so will only get…
barbed wires…
and honey…
stale and poisoned..
by vicious potassium chloride….

well it’s the time of the chorus now…
tin heads assemble…
empty minds crowd…
speech after speech…
plans after plans…
nothing concrete achieved …
the poor keep on dying…
like overpopulated flies….
but no one will heed..
any dedicated wisdom…
as they don’t come..
with artificial spice…
so the dissidents will only get…

rusted bullets..
unmarked graves..
with honey salted..
to taste like…
sawdust..
of cusses..
of fanaticism….
as executions..
go freaking viral..


Martyred for what????......

the latest headlines…
the function proceeds….
headless bodies…
rationale forever orphaned….
and i guess…
looking at the pathetic apathy…
why the enlightened keep on dying…
when insanity reigns supreme…
what’s the worth of martyrdom…
when masses remain hooked..
to the drugs of absolute…
lies…

No water at the taps…
farmers suicide en mass…
same facial trajectory…
shots of illogical ignorance…
they say i love brands…
a stickler for Prada…
yet i rebut them back…
with a notion simple…
isn't it better to live for Gucci…
than to die for one’s caste..?
yet i get only unapproved silences
and malicious accusations….
and then while sipping cold acrid coffee..
i wonder sometimes…
is it really worth for the noble…
to keep on giving up…
their precious dreams…
when the rest refuse to follow..
when to majority doesn't even dither from …
for once…
at their selfless cries….
it it worth anymore..
in this times of self absorption…
for the greatest ..
to just become martyrs of
cognizable ignominy…

the beaches lie off access..
love only allowed..
at the struck off edges….
is now all about the marketing…
a few useless lines of ..
mindless intoxication….
everyone chants only one mantra…
with idols numerous by their side…
the kin matters only now…
lots of respect…
overwhelming codes and restrictions..
and i just get lost…
and in those moments of numbness…
and dried depression…
i think is it still useful anymore..
for the innocent to extinguish their aspirations…
for the greater good..?
does is it still pays…
in terms of a soul satisfied…
for one to martyr itself..
for the shadows of…
boundless love…?

Chair and Umbrella

the Morning after seems so dull…
burnt images…
painful shards….
a drunken vision …
and obscured conscience….
money won last night…
and my lotteried luck right now….
as i sit…
motionless…
dying…
like an empty chair…
infested by termites of crushed desires…
left only with a black umbrella…
of hatred to give it…
some solace and toxic …
fame…

Sixty seconds of fame…
1 day of love…
so many years of insignificance…
all fit perfectly…
into the maze jinxed….
empty packets of nicotine…
all to keep my cortex calm…..
as the big bad pitiless sun..
shines with it’s illuminating…
pain….
and i mute and dumb…
speechless like a chair abused..
torn and ruptured…
from it's essential supports …
foolish for some..
honest penance…
with the soulless god’s shadow over me….
hanging like a worn down ….
heartless….
colorless…
nonreactive…
umbrella…

Cars go past….
people taking their share of dowries…
i never demanded any inaction…
and yet got so much of heinous affronts…
it seems that i can’t get any more lower than this…
and my resistance to drowning only makes it more acerbated…
with a devious vengeance…
so the chair that i have transformed into…
wants to shake and rock…
and bring in anarchy…
into a careless world….
so i decide…
that time has come..
to part with a unforgiving star…
no more light…
that makes my cells..
go rancorously mad….
no more umbrellas…
of incoherent pity and
words hollow..
when it can’t even protect…
my guiltless heart…
and no more heart…
when it can’t even provide…
for a nano instance of
unhampered wishes…
now i will embrace…
the acid of hatred…
the passions of fanaticism…
and bring about the revolution..
in the name of the holy and just..
Judas…..
Offence….

immersions are about to begin…
cremations with impeccable efficiency…
piles of folders to be burnt…
lots of arsenic to be bought….
yet no offence can be taken…
jailed for voices…
jailed for innocent tears….

Lots of cops on the street…
lots of politeness on the leaves..
cell walls splattered with blood…
and the unrepentant seagulls smile outside….
yet no offence can be taken…
for many beheadings are going outside…

The moats are being flooded …
with full force…
and conviction scared…
the Knights go for the last dash…
whispers of kamikaze..
contentment of suicide…
yet no offence must be taken…
for it's tradition over here..
to procrastinate before untimely death…..

Media trials…
mutilated corpses…
grease trails….
bribes inside my soul…..
speeches against “terrorism”
electrocution for protection..
hanging for love….
yet no offence must ever be taken…
for we all have preferred to remain..
politically correct….
Vive La “Growth”
Vive la “ leader”...


           Defense…

Last night’s party was excellent…
great make up..
gems worth trillions….
yet that little angel was not to be seen….
expensive cars agore…
but not one..
with a priceless heart….

Last night’s party was awesome…
best champagne….
awesome Riesling…
great fabrics…
easy to un string….
yet everyone seemed to smile with coercion…
applause seemed orchestrated…
mute flattery…
plenty of defense…
as the doll seemed to cry…
somewhere deep with rejected muck..
missing those dreams….
seeking purity of thoughts….

Last night’s party was full of stars…
diamonds from Gievere …
greatness from Mars….
yet something was terribly amiss…
maybe the wind was blowing south….
muffled protests…
repressed justice…
somewhere out there…
there was a very little cute maiden…
born from daffodils…
aching out for mercy…
shouting out for a hug…
after all she was executed…
even before she was ever born….
for wealth seemed to have lost…
on tradition stubborn….
and the appalling defense..
of an well adorned ….
heart…


      Tyrant inside…

swelling patriotism…
misplaced pride…
accurate destruction..
drones strike…
lets blame the capitalists outside..
the wise say…
yet no one bothers…
about the monster of intolerance and tyranny inside..

Long sessions..
swift justice…
crimes of conviction…
people’s convictions need to be satisfied…
yet no one checks up..
on the rotting dreams..
and calamitous famine…
in understanding…
in acceptance….
as the tyranny slowly creeps in…
option to die
but barred from lust…

Great development..
good days…
skull caps vanish…
immigrants never to be accepted…
honor thrown around…
whims mercilessly crucified…
yet people forget to check in…
that divines don’t reside..
with tyrannous minds..
and oppressive souls…
how many voyages of penance…
and baths of forgiveness…
the deceptive may undertake…

Cranes fall…
lives get stuck…
one journey…
so many tongues eternally silenced….
people go on merry…
limitless faith in genocides…
yet they forget…
that true bliss lies in giving..
and tyranny lies…
with every JDAM..
and shell buried deep…
inside future universes…
we all sing with conviction…
and cry on our crosses…
good flattery…
but without any earnest wishes…
to face the mocking tyrant …
of repression and merciless ..
heavens…


    Salty Honey…..

well it's ozone depletion time now…
the harsh ultraviolet of religion…
will now light up the forests of dreams luscious…
into endless bushfires…
bees will breathe in the cyanide of hatred..
and honey will now taste …
much salty and alkaline….

well it’s the time of the sacrifices now..
where only endless rejections will come…
who ever falls in love..
with and autistic outcaste…
don’t know how to lie…
don’t know how to chant…
so will only get…
barbed wires…
and honey…
stale and poisoned..
by vicious potassium chloride….

well it’s the time of the chorus now…
tin heads assemble…
empty minds crowd…
speech after speech…
plans after plans…
nothing concrete achieved …
the poor keep on dying…
like overpopulated flies….
but no one will heed..
any dedicated wisdom…
as they don’t come..
with artificial spice…
so the dissidents will only get…

rusted bullets..
unmarked graves..
with honey salted..
to taste like…
sawdust..
of cusses..
of fanaticism….
as executions..
go freaking viral..


Martyred for what????......

the latest headlines…
the function proceeds….
headless bodies…
rationale forever orphaned….
and i guess…
looking at the pathetic apathy…
why the enlightened keep on dying…
when insanity reigns supreme…
what’s the worth of martyrdom…
when masses remain hooked..
to the drugs of absolute…
lies…

No water at the taps…
farmers suicide en mass…
same facial trajectory…
shots of illogical ignorance…
they say i love brands…
a stickler for Prada…
yet i rebut them back…
with a notion simple…
isn't it better to live for Gucci…
than to die for one’s caste..?
yet i get only unapproved silences
and malicious accusations….
and then while sipping cold acrid coffee..
i wonder sometimes…
is it really worth for the noble…
to keep on giving up…
their precious dreams…
when the rest refuse to follow..
when to majority doesn't even dither from …
for once…
at their selfless cries….
it it worth anymore..
in this times of self absorption…
for the greatest ..
to just become martyrs of
cognizable ignominy…

the beaches lie off access..
love only allowed..
at the struck off edges….
is now all about the marketing…
a few useless lines of ..
mindless intoxication….
everyone chants only one mantra…
with idols numerous by their side…
the kin matters only now…
lots of respect…
overwhelming codes and restrictions..
and i just get lost…
and in those moments of numbness…
and dried depression…
i think is it still useful anymore..
for the innocent to extinguish their aspirations…
for the greater good..?
does is it still pays…
in terms of a soul satisfied…
for one to martyr itself..
for the shadows of…
boundless love…?

Chair and Umbrella

the Morning after seems so dull…
burnt images…
painful shards….
a drunken vision …
and obscured conscience….
money won last night…
and my lotteried luck right now….
as i sit…
motionless…
dying…
like an empty chair…
infested by termites of crushed desires…
left only with a black umbrella…
of hatred to give it…
some solace and toxic …
fame…

Sixty seconds of fame…
1 day of love…
so many years of insignificance…
all fit perfectly…
into the maze jinxed….
empty packets of nicotine…
all to keep my cortex calm…..
as the big bad pitiless sun..
shines with it’s illuminating…
pain….
and i mute and dumb…
speechless like a chair abused..
torn and ruptured…
from it's essential supports …
foolish for some..
honest penance…
with the soulless god’s shadow over me….
hanging like a worn down ….
heartless….
colorless…
nonreactive…
umbrella…

Cars go past….
people taking their share of dowries…
i never demanded any inaction…
and yet got so much of heinous affronts…
it seems that i can’t get any more lower than this…
and my resistance to drowning only makes it more acerbated…
with a devious vengeance…
so the chair that i have transformed into…
wants to shake and rock…
and bring in anarchy…
into a careless world….
so i decide…
that time has come..
to part with a unforgiving star…
no more light…
that makes my cells..
go rancorously mad….
no more umbrellas…
of incoherent pity and
words hollow..
when it can’t even protect…
my guiltless heart…
and no more heart…
when it can’t even provide…
for a nano instance of
unhampered wishes…
now i will embrace…
the acid of hatred…
the passions of fanaticism…
and bring about the revolution..
in the name of the holy and just..
Judas…..

Ofensa ....

inmersiones están a punto de comenzar ...
cremaciones con eficiencia impecable ...
montones de carpetas que se quemaron ...
una gran cantidad de arsénico que se compran ....
sin embargo, ninguna ofensa se puede tomar ...
encarcelado por voces ...
encarcelado por las lágrimas inocentes ....

Un montón de policías en la calle ...
un montón de cortesía en las hojas ..
paredes celulares salpicado con la sangre ...
y las gaviotas no arrepentidos sonríen afuera ....
sin embargo, ninguna ofensa se puede tomar ...
para muchas decapitaciones son salir a la calle ...

Los fosos están siendo inundados ...
con toda su fuerza ...
y convicción asustó ...
los Caballeros van para el último guión ...
susurros de kamikazes ..
satisfacción del suicidio ...
sin embargo, ninguna ofensa debe ser tomado ...
por su tradición por aquí ..
para posponer las cosas antes de la muerte prematura ... ..

Ensayos de medios ...
cadáveres mutilados ...
rastros de grasa ....
sobornos dentro de mi alma ... ..
discursos contra el "terrorismo"
electrocución para la protección ..
la horca, por el amor ....
pero sin ofender nunca se debe tomar ...
pues todos hemos preferido ser ..
políticamente correcto….
Vive La "Crecimiento"
Vive la "líder" ...


           Defensa ...

Partido de anoche fue excelente ...
gran maquillaje ..
gemas por valor de miles de millones ....
sin embargo, ese pequeño ángel no fue para ser visto ....
coches caros agore ...
pero no uno ..
con un corazón no tiene precio ....

Partido de anoche fue increíble ...
mejor champagne ....
impresionante Riesling ...
grandes telas ...
fácil de cadena de un ....
sin embargo, todo el mundo parecía sonreír con la coerción ...
aplausos parecía orquestado ...
la adulación de silencio ...
un montón de defensa ...
como el muñeco parecido a llorar ...
en algún lugar profundo con lodo rechazada ..
faltan esos sueños ....
la búsqueda de la pureza de los pensamientos ....

Fiesta de la noche anterior estaba lleno de estrellas ...
diamantes de Gievere ...
la grandeza de Marte ....
sin embargo, algo estaba terriblemente mal ...
tal vez el viento soplaba del sur ....
protestas ahogadas ...
justicia reprimida ...
en algún lugar ahí fuera…
había un poco de soltera lindo ...
nacido de narcisos ...
dolorido por misericordia ...
gritando hacia fuera para un abrazo ...
después de todo lo que fue ejecutado ...
incluso antes de que naciera nunca ....
por la riqueza que parecía haber perdido ...
en la tradición terca ....
y la defensa terrible ..
de un bien adornada ....
corazón ...


      Tirano dentro ...

hinchazón patriotismo ...
orgullo fuera de lugar ...
destrucción precisa ..
huelga de aviones no tripulados ...
vamos a culpar a los capitalistas fuera ..
los sabios dicen ...
sin embargo, nadie se molesta ...
sobre el monstruo de la intolerancia y la tiranía en el interior ..

Sesiones largas ..
Swift Justice ...
crímenes de convicción ...
convicciones de las personas tienen que ser satisfechos ...
sin embargo, nadie comprueba hasta ..
en los sueños podridos ..
y la hambruna desastrosa ...
en la comprensión ...
en la aceptación ....
como la tiranía se arrastra lentamente en ...
opción a morir
pero excluidos de la lujuria ...

Gran desarrollo ..
Buenos días…
gorros desaparecen ...
los inmigrantes no sean aceptados ...
el honor lanza alrededor ...
caprichos sin piedad crucificaron ...
sin embargo la gente se olvide de comprobar en ...
que los teólogos no residen ..
con mentes tiranos ..
y almas opresivos ...
cuántos viajes de penitencia ...
y baños de perdón ...
la engañosa puede realizar ...

Grúas caen ...
vidas se atascan ...
un viaje ...
tantas lenguas silenciadas ... eternamente.
la gente va en feliz ...
fe ilimitada en los genocidios ...
sin embargo, se olvidan ...
que la verdadera felicidad está en dar ..
y la tiranía se encuentra ...
con cada JDAM ..
y concha enterrada profundamente ...
dentro de los universos futuros ...
todos cantamos con convicción ...
y llorar en nuestras cruces ...
buena halagos ...
pero sin deseos sinceros ...
para enfrentar al tirano burlona ...
de la represión y sin piedad ..
cielos ...


    Salty miel ... ..

así que es tiempo de agotamiento de ozono ahora ...
la dura luz ultravioleta de la religión ...
ahora iluminan los bosques de sueños deliciosos ...
en los incendios forestales sin fin ...
abejas respirar el cianuro de odio ..
y miel ahora probará ...
mucho alcalina salada y ....

así que es el momento de los sacrificios ahora ..
donde sólo rechazos interminables vendrán ...
que alguna vez se enamora ..
con y descastado autista ...
no saben cómo mentir ...
no sé cómo cantan ...
por lo que sólo conseguirá ...
alambres de púas ...
y miel ...
rancio y envenenado ..
por el cloruro de potasio vicioso ....

así que es el momento del coro ahora ...
cabezas de estaño se reúnen ...
mentes vacías multitud ...
discurso tras discurso ...
planes después de los planes ...
nada concreto logrado ...
los pobres mantienen muriendo ...
moscas superpobladas como ....
pero nadie va a prestar atención ..
ninguna sabiduría dedicada ...
ya que no vienen ..
con la especia artificial ...
por lo que los disidentes no harán más que ...

balas oxidadas ..
tumbas sin nombre ..
con miel con sal ..
que sabe como ...
aserrín ..
de cusses ..
del fanatismo ....
como ejecuciones ..
ir volviendo loco viral ..


Martirizados por qué ???? ......

los últimos titulares ...
la función continúa ....
cuerpos sin cabeza ...
justificación para siempre huérfano ....
y supongo ...
mirando a la apatía patética ...
¿por qué los iluminados mantener muriendo ...
cuando la locura reina ...
¿cuál es el valor del martirio ...
cuando las masas se mantienen enganchado ..
a las drogas de absoluta ...
mentiras…

No hay agua en los grifos ...
agricultores suicidio en masa ...
misma trayectoria facial ...
tiros de la ignorancia ilógica ...
dicen te quiero marcas ...
un purista de la Prada ...
sin embargo, yo les refutar la espalda ...
con una simple idea ...
¿no es mejor vivir para Gucci ...
que morir por la casta de un solo ..?
pero me sale silencios solamente no aprobados
y acusaciones maliciosas ....
y luego mientras se toma café amargo frío ..
Me pregunto a veces ...
es lo que realmente vale la pena por la noble ...
seguir renunciar ...
sus sueños preciosos ...
cuando el resto se niegan a seguir ..
cuando a la mayoría ni siquiera tramado de ...
por una vez…
por su desinteresada llora ....
que vale la pena ya ..
en estos tiempos de absorción de auto ...
para el mayor ..
que acaba de convertirse en mártires de
ignominia cognoscible ...

las playas se encuentran el acceso ..
el amor sólo se permite ..
en los bordes inhabilitados ....
ahora es todo acerca de la comercialización ...
unas líneas inútiles de ..
intoxicación sin sentido ....
todo el mundo canta sólo un mantra ...
con los ídolos numerosos a su lado ...
los parientes sólo importa ahora ...
mucho respeto ...
códigos y restricciones abrumadoras ..
y yo sólo me pierdo ...
y en esos momentos de adormecimiento ...
y se secó la depresión ...
creo que es aún más útil ..
de los inocentes para extinguir sus aspiraciones ...
por el bien mayor..?
hace es que todavía paga ...
en términos de un alma satisfecha ...
para que uno mártir sí ..
las sombras de ...
amor sin límites ...?

Silla y paraguas

La mañana después parece tan aburrido ...
imágenes quemadas ...
fragmentos dolorosos ....
una visión de borrachos ...
y oscurecido conciencia ....
dinero ganó anoche ...
y mi suerte lotteried ahora ....
como me siento ...
inmóvil ...
moribundo…
como una silla vacía ...
infestado por las termitas de deseos aplastados ...
dejado sólo con un paraguas negro ...
del odio que darle ...
un poco de consuelo y tóxicos ...
la fama ...

Sesenta segundos de fama ...
1 día de amor ...
tantos años de insignificancia ...
todos encajan perfectamente ...
en el laberinto gafe ....
paquetes vacíos de la nicotina ...
todo para mantener mi córtex calma ... ..
como el gran mal despiadado sol ..
brilla con él es esclarecedor ...
dolor ....
y me mudo y tonto ...
sin palabras como una silla abusado ..
desgarrado y roto ...
desde su apoyos esenciales ...
absurdo para algunos ..
penitencia sincera ...
con la sombra del dios sin alma sobre mí ....
colgando como un desgastado ....
sin corazón ....
incoloro ...
no reactivo…
paraguas…

Coches van más allá ....
las personas que toman su parte de la dote ...
yo nunca exigí cualquier inacción ...
y sin embargo, tiene mucho de afrentas atroces ...
parece que no puedo conseguir nada más bajo que esto ...
y mi resistencia a ahogarse sólo hace más agudizado ...
con una venganza tortuosa ...
por lo que la silla que me he transformado en ...
quiere a temblar y el rock ...
y traer la anarquía ...
en un mundo descuidado ....
así que decido ...
ha llegado el momento ..
a desprenderse de una estrella que no perdona ...
sin más luz ...
que hace que las células de mi ..
ir con rencor loca ....
sin más sombrillas ...
de piedad incoherente y
palabras huecas ..
cuando ni siquiera puede proteger ...
mi corazón inocente ...
y no más del corazón ...
cuando ni siquiera puede ofrecer ...
para una instancia de nano
deseos sin trabas ...
Ahora voy a abrazar ...
el ácido del odio ...
las pasiones del fanatismo ...
y llevar a cabo la revolución ..
en el nombre del santo y justo ..
Judas ... .
Offence….

immersions are about to begin…
cremations with impeccable efficiency…
piles of folders to be burnt…
lots of arsenic to be bought….
yet no offence can be taken…
jailed for voices…
jailed for innocent tears….

Lots of cops on the street…
lots of politeness on the leaves..
cell walls splattered with blood…
and the unrepentant seagulls smile outside….
yet no offence can be taken…
for many beheadings are going outside…

The moats are being flooded …
with full force…
and conviction scared…
the Knights go for the last dash…
whispers of kamikaze..
contentment of suicide…
yet no offence must be taken…
for it's tradition over here..
to procrastinate before untimely death…..

Media trials…
mutilated corpses…
grease trails….
bribes inside my soul…..
speeches against “terrorism”
electrocution for protection..
hanging for love….
yet no offence must ever be taken…
for we all have preferred to remain..
politically correct….
Vive La “Growth”
Vive la “ leader”...


          Defense…

Last night’s party was excellent…
great make up..
gems worth trillions….
yet that little angel was not to be seen….
expensive cars agore…
but not one..
with a priceless heart….

Last night’s party was awesome…
best champagne….
awesome Riesling…
great fabrics…
easy to un string….
yet everyone seemed to smile with coercion…
applause seemed orchestrated…
mute flattery…
plenty of defense…
as the doll seemed to cry…
somewhere deep with rejected muck..
missing those dreams….
seeking purity of thoughts….

Last night’s party was full of stars…
diamonds from Gievere …
greatness from Mars….
yet something was terribly amiss…
maybe the wind was blowing south….
muffled protests…
repressed justice…
somewhere out there…
there was a very little cute maiden…
born from daffodils…
aching out for mercy…
shouting out for a hug…
after all she was executed…
even before she was ever born….
for wealth seemed to have lost…
on tradition stubborn….
and the appalling defense..
of an well adorned ….
heart…


     Tyrant inside…

swelling patriotism…
misplaced pride…
accurate destruction..
drones strike…
lets blame the capitalists outside..
the wise say…
yet no one bothers…
about the monster of intolerance and tyranny inside..

Long sessions..
swift justice…
crimes of conviction…
people’s convictions need to be satisfied…
yet no one checks up..
on the rotting dreams..
and calamitous famine…
in understanding…
in acceptance….
as the tyranny slowly creeps in…
option to die
but barred from lust…

Great development..
good days…
skull caps vanish…
immigrants never to be accepted…
honor thrown around…
whims mercilessly crucified…
yet people forget to check in…
that divines don’t reside..
with tyrannous minds..
and oppressive souls…
how many voyages of penance…
and baths of forgiveness…
the deceptive may undertake…

Cranes fall…
lives get stuck…
one journey…
so many tongues eternally silenced….
people go on merry…
limitless faith in genocides…
yet they forget…
that true bliss lies in giving..
and tyranny lies…
with every JDAM..
and shell buried deep…
inside future universes…
we all sing with conviction…
and cry on our crosses…
good flattery…
but without any earnest wishes…
to face the mocking tyrant …
of repression and merciless ..
heavens…


   Salty Honey…..

well it's ozone depletion time now…
the harsh ultraviolet of religion…
will now light up the forests of dreams luscious…
into endless bushfires…
bees will breathe in the cyanide of hatred..
and honey will now taste …
much salty and alkaline….

well it’s the time of the sacrifices now..
where only endless rejections will come…
who ever falls in love..
with and autistic outcaste…
don’t know how to lie…
don’t know how to chant…
so will only get…
barbed wires…
and honey…
stale and poisoned..
by vicious potassium chloride….

well it’s the time of the chorus now…
tin heads assemble…
empty minds crowd…
speech after speech…
plans after plans…
nothing concrete achieved …
the poor keep on dying…
like overpopulated flies….
but no one will heed..
any dedicated wisdom…
as they don’t come..
with artificial spice…
so the dissidents will only get…

rusted bullets..
unmarked graves..
with honey salted..
to taste like…
sawdust..
of cusses..
of fanaticism….
as executions..
go freaking viral..


Martyred for what????......

the latest headlines…
the function proceeds….
headless bodies…
rationale forever orphaned….
and i guess…
looking at the pathetic apathy…
why the enlightened keep on dying…
when insanity reigns supreme…
what’s the worth of martyrdom…
when masses remain hooked..
to the drugs of absolute…
lies…

No water at the taps…
farmers suicide en mass…
same facial trajectory…
shots of illogical ignorance…
they say i love brands…
a stickler for Prada…
yet i rebut them back…
with a notion simple…
isn't it better to live for Gucci…
than to die for one’s caste..?
yet i get only unapproved silences
and malicious accusations….
and then while sipping cold acrid coffee..
i wonder sometimes…
is it really worth for the noble…
to keep on giving up…
their precious dreams…
when the rest refuse to follow..
when to majority doesn't even dither from …
for once…
at their selfless cries….
it it worth anymore..
in this times of self absorption…
for the greatest ..
to just become martyrs of
cognizable ignominy…

the beaches lie off access..
love only allowed..
at the struck off edges….
is now all about the marketing…
a few useless lines of ..
mindless intoxication….
everyone chants only one mantra…
with idols numerous by their side…
the kin matters only now…
lots of respect…
overwhelming codes and restrictions..
and i just get lost…
and in those moments of numbness…
and dried depression…
i think is it still useful anymore..
for the innocent to extinguish their aspirations…
for the greater good..?
does is it still pays…
in terms of a soul satisfied…
for one to martyr itself..
for the shadows of…
boundless love…?

Chair and Umbrella

the Morning after seems so dull…
burnt images…
painful shards….
a drunken vision …
and obscured conscience….
money won last night…
and my lotteried luck right now….
as i sit…
motionless…
dying…
like an empty chair…
infested by termites of crushed desires…
left only with a black umbrella…
of hatred to give it…
some solace and toxic …
fame…

Sixty seconds of fame…
1 day of love…
so many years of insignificance…
all fit perfectly…
into the maze jinxed….
empty packets of nicotine…
all to keep my cortex calm…..
as the big bad pitiless sun..
shines with it’s illuminating…
pain….
and i mute and dumb…
speechless like a chair abused..
torn and ruptured…
from it's essential supports …
foolish for some..
honest penance…
with the soulless god’s shadow over me….
hanging like a worn down ….
heartless….
colorless…
nonreactive…
umbrella…

Cars go past….
people taking their share of dowries…
i never demanded any inaction…
and yet got so much of heinous affronts…
it seems that i can’t get any more lower than this…
and my resistance to drowning only makes it more acerbated…
with a devious vengeance…
so the chair that i have transformed into…
wants to shake and rock…
and bring in anarchy…
into a careless world….
so i decide…
that time has come..
to part with a unforgiving star…
no more light…
that makes my cells..
go rancorously mad….
no more umbrellas…
of incoherent pity and
words hollow..
when it can’t even protect…
my guiltless heart…
and no more heart…
when it can’t even provide…
for a nano instance of
unhampered wishes…
now i will embrace…
the acid of hatred…
the passions of fanaticism…
and bring about the revolution..
in the name of the holy and just..

Judas…..