Hung by the revelation…

contours of  my face…
infinite blankness..
nihilism till the next birth….
fake affection…
many a tear of spliced treachery…
but my oxygen still flows…
in spite of being hung …
by the meanest of revelations..


Cold words…
political correctness….
both hands talk..
with nothing concrete to ever say…
de sensitized to plight…
with on goings mechanical…
still waiting for the messiah…
with rotten hearts..
and tags endless…
yet the supply of hatred never stops..
despite being hung..
by the cruellest of revelations…

Syntax of ecstasy..
states of inconsideration…
blinds constantly stingy …
day and night mutually inedible…
with so much weight to shoulder…
no discussion…
no tension released….
everything now seems to rush pat me…
without any forbearance..
or the slightest hint of peace….
lost it seems..
my heart..
like a dot on a map of impenetrable victors…
yet the supply of hurt never ever ceases…
in spite of my best efforts ..
in getting thy nature admonished and punished
hung by the bluntest of intentions..
and the broadest of aims…


                 Sleep Deprivation…

overdose of paracetamol..
still some debts left to redeem…
overdose of nature..
still some whispers left to complete…
yet despite all my earnest prayers …
i can’t deprive my tired nerves…
of some moments of chained sleep…
sleep deprivation it seems..
will never be admissible…
in such a case of an …
scarred and restrained…
fighter of love …
and honest justice…


seconds pass by…
nothing left to hear…
nothing ever given..
to seep in or seek through..
for some definite answers….
with only moons in attendance…
everyday..
day after day…
moment after moment ..
to be unmoved audiences…
to my scalding conflicts..
of perceptions..
and existences….
yet thou dragons of infantile drowsiness..
would strike whenever possible..
to divert thy soul away…
from delicate matters of the unrepentant skin..
it's like a sword shiny..
forged from the deepest cusses of the destitute..
\to slay my ever conscious angel of ..
fulfilled antagonisms…
it seems sleep deprivation ..
is not allocated in my quota of happiness…
one must after all fall unconscious..
after bitter wars..
and unconquered roses..

the routine goes on…
absolution can’t be delayed..
maybe i will walk past cancer next..
with libra not so palatable…
to my unpredictable mood swings…
yet i want to break free…
and let everything around me explode…
useless distinctions..
abrasive diversity….
but thoughts are no longer allowed to be aired now…
everyone expected to fall asleep ..
in a devious placebo….
of confounding trances…
drugged and unconscious forever..
from the pain of empowered liberation….
and so my destiny has already be written..
as it stands now…
i am expected to lead my life…
into realms of unfavourable delusions…
with no sleep deprivation ever in sight..
to interrupt this stealthy prison…
of karmic dreams…
and sane behaviour…

                 why not be unhealthy….?

why must everything be prevented..?
why should everyone be so accommodative…?
why must we all be denied the pleasures of irrationality..
and the fruits of splendid sickness…
why must we always be healthy..
just to satisfy the insurer's ..
and the keepers of the status quo..
when anyway millions will die…
due to systemic oppression..
ordained by walls and verses…

why all this censoring..
why so much detection…
why long lines for searches..?
and thick walls for pre-emption…
why so much enforced sweetness..
that even sulphuric acid gets defeated for corruption..
why so much good will..?
when we all know..
that marble and crosses matter more than..
naked memories..
why so many prohibitions..
and gloated advisories..?
when we all know..
that true peace…
or a deep kiss..
is not the fate..
of us dogmatic..
sun scalded…
“green” humans…

this is why i hate..
this new tolerance..
this rushed acceptance…
for it never brings to life..
the actual issues..
and the root causes…
it’s all good to talk about nicotine..
but why not substitute it with blessed leaves…
it's all awesome to talk about diversity…
but why not be united ..
by blood and heart…?
it's magical to talk about equality..
but why discriminate in the first place itself..?
it’s enlightening to talk about fitness…
but why not still utilize the services of a doctor..
both on ground and above space…?
it’s good to not be consumerist…
but why not desire..
for more resources..
and newer feelings..?
it’s good to be grounded…
but why not just for once…
try to really reach for the
beautifully fairies partying above..
the celestial Ibiza …
of a trillion cosmic shadows..
of unconditional love..?
instead of being healthy and tempered all the time…
blind and obnoxious to all that genocide and beheading going all around..
only giving cautious bites of..
surreptitious advice..
why not try…
just for one time..
to evoke the hidden feelings of emotion…
and go full bonkers..
and totally insane..
and express ourselves without idiotic reservations ..
or ungrateful edits…
and bring about the freedom that we desire so much..
within our repressed echoes..
from all the Malthusian possibilities ..
and Keynesian limitations…
by just being beautifully sick…
and going without any check…
for the endless infinity…
of the ever alive dimensions..?
Trust the djinns..
and the miracles of Osiris…
it will be worth more than..
all those saved accounts..
of shallow experiences..

lets all be unhealthy..
and out of control..
just for one last time..
to save our common humanity..
from sheer chaos..
of stifling stigmas..
and dogmas..
ruthlessly enforced…


               Abeyance..


straddled between Gothic magnificence..
and strung fences of a society convoluted…
my voices get lost…
in the holes of ceaseless chasm..
and within the compromises…
of merciless abeyance…
everything measured and budgeted…
with only a show..
of acting…
to express out all your disgust..
with an order obsessed…
with limiting your soul..
with the placed conviction…
of sanctimonious goodness…


straddled between glossy mannequins..
and uncomfortable propositions…
choked by the climax of …
demands tailored…
and unrealistic considerations of bonds hollow…
and victories untasted..
lies somewhere my dreams in onerous abeyance…
it is as if every living instant..
of my counted inhalations…
i have to follow the laws..
of enforced conformity…
and be attached to labels unrelated….
it is as if…
every time my concerns and wishes ..
are meant to lose out to the sheer weight…
of relentless misery and innumerable prescriptions…
i also have a lump in my air tubes…
nurtured by silences of smoke and chemicals treasured…
i also feel the sharp bluntness..
of torturous aloofness…
when i refuse to entertain my heart..
with intellectual debauchery ..
and comic games ..
of deceptive non acceptance…
and yet no one is ready…
in and around my  immediate conditions ..
of physical continuance…
to accept the true voices of rebellion..
so i lie in mournful silence…
entombed within tonnes of fashionable nonsense…
lies my revolt scathing…
in eternal abeyance…
shamed by deceitful pimps…
and dishonest saints…
forbidden to speak up on behalf..
of the wrongly framed Judas….

straddled between the tall buildings made out of bribes and notes stained..
and flags and lines of division …
borders of extermination…
moats where creativity inevitably gets shot at..
into pools of lost realities..
or drowned into ….
churns of repressive vacuum
of entrenched censure…
sloganeering goes on full blast…
votes are to be given soon…
as dictated by the unemployed boy…
who wields the deliverer of unapologetic bullets ..
and somewhere amidst all this carnival…
of sudden disappearances…
and praised creatures of the days….
and the din of unanswered statuses…
lies my tiny but significant universes…
of possibilities billion…
in love and in pleasure….
lying dazed….
coerced to intrinsic coma…
cornered by the wolves of..
whimsical “ morality”...
taken down by the youth…
of gratuitous depravity…
in abeyance to pure rationale…
in memoriam to spontaneous smiles….
denied rights to  absolute bliss…
appeals rejected for relative….
impressions…
is is as if…..
patience is no longer a virtue wise..
but a weapon of the lopsided majority…
to quash away all my desires…
and burn up all my lust..
turning me into a machine …
a faithful slave to texts and thoughts archaic…
a loyal soldier to decorums of boundless oppression….
and with this ignoble condition imposed..
on the movement of every tiny cell..
of my body…
and on the reaction of the minutest neuron..
of my pretty insignificant conscience…
and calmness implemented deliberately…
with hasty and clinical pacification..
of all my thinking faculties…
i carry on…
with only some alphabets and letters …
inadvertently construed …
and words of imagination …
figuratively constructed…
to vent away my injustices…
and to forever forget…
my cursed past..
and my to be sentenced future….
forever in abeyance ….
all my needs…
to communicate ..
and to feel ..
even if it  is for some nano instance …
the energies of unstructured happiness…

Hung by the revelation…

contours of  my face…
infinite blankness..
nihilism till the next birth….
fake affection…
many a tear of spliced treachery…
but my oxygen still flows…
in spite of being hung …
by the meanest of revelations..


Cold words…
political correctness….
both hands talk..
with nothing concrete to ever say…
de sensitized to plight…
with on goings mechanical…
still waiting for the messiah…
with rotten hearts..
and tags endless…
yet the supply of hatred never stops..
despite being hung..
by the cruellest of revelations…

Syntax of ecstasy..
states of inconsideration…
blinds constantly stingy …
day and night mutually inedible…
with so much weight to shoulder…
no discussion…
no tension released….
everything now seems to rush pat me…
without any forbearance..
or the slightest hint of peace….
lost it seems..
my heart..
like a dot on a map of impenetrable victors…
yet the supply of hurt never ever ceases…
in spite of my best efforts ..
in getting thy nature admonished and punished
hung by the bluntest of intentions..
and the broadest of aims…


                 Sleep Deprivation…

overdose of paracetamol..
still some debts left to redeem…
overdose of nature..
still some whispers left to complete…
yet despite all my earnest prayers …
i can’t deprive my tired nerves…
of some moments of chained sleep…
sleep deprivation it seems..
will never be admissible…
in such a case of an …
scarred and restrained…
fighter of love …
and honest justice…


seconds pass by…
nothing left to hear…
nothing ever given..
to seep in or seek through..
for some definite answers….
with only moons in attendance…
everyday..
day after day…
moment after moment ..
to be unmoved audiences…
to my scalding conflicts..
of perceptions..
and existences….
yet thou dragons of infantile drowsiness..
would strike whenever possible..
to divert thy soul away…
from delicate matters of the unrepentant skin..
it's like a sword shiny..
forged from the deepest cusses of the destitute..
\to slay my ever conscious angel of ..
fulfilled antagonisms…
it seems sleep deprivation ..
is not allocated in my quota of happiness…
one must after all fall unconscious..
after bitter wars..
and unconquered roses..

the routine goes on…
absolution can’t be delayed..
maybe i will walk past cancer next..
with libra not so palatable…
to my unpredictable mood swings…
yet i want to break free…
and let everything around me explode…
useless distinctions..
abrasive diversity….
but thoughts are no longer allowed to be aired now…
everyone expected to fall asleep ..
in a devious placebo….
of confounding trances…
drugged and unconscious forever..
from the pain of empowered liberation….
and so my destiny has already be written..
as it stands now…
i am expected to lead my life…
into realms of unfavourable delusions…
with no sleep deprivation ever in sight..
to interrupt this stealthy prison…
of karmic dreams…
and sane behaviour…

                 why not be unhealthy….?

why must everything be prevented..?
why should everyone be so accommodative…?
why must we all be denied the pleasures of irrationality..
and the fruits of splendid sickness…
why must we always be healthy..
just to satisfy the insurer's ..
and the keepers of the status quo..
when anyway millions will die…
due to systemic oppression..
ordained by walls and verses…

why all this censoring..
why so much detection…
why long lines for searches..?
and thick walls for preemption…
why so much enforced sweetness..
that even sulphuric acid gets defeated for corruption..
why so much good will..?
when we all know..
that marble and crosses matter more than..
naked memories..
why so many prohibitions..
and gloated advisories..?
when we all know..
that true peace…
or a deep kiss..
is not the fate..
of us dogmatic..
sun scalded…
“green” humans…

this is why i hate..
this new tolerance..
this rushed acceptance…
for it never brings to life..
the actual issues..
and the root causes…
it’s all good to talk about nicotine..
but why not substitute it with blessed leaves…
it's all awesome to talk about diversity…
but why not be united ..
by blood and heart…?
it's magical to talk about equality..
but why discriminate in the first place itself..?
it’s enlightening to talk about fitness…
but why not still utilize the services of a doctor..
both on ground and above space…?
it’s good to not be consumerist…
but why not desire..
for more resources..
and newer feelings..?
it’s good to be grounded…
but why not just for once…
try to really reach for the
beautifully fairies partying above..
the celestial Ibiza …
of a trillion cosmic shadows..
of unconditional love..?
instead of being healthy and tempered all the time…
blind and obnoxious to all that genocide and beheading going all around..
only giving cautious bites of..
surreptitious advice..
why not try…
just for one time..
to evoke the hidden feelings of emotion…
and go full bonkers..
and totally insane..
and express ourselves without idiotic reservations ..
or ungrateful edits…
and bring about the freedom that we desire so much..
within our repressed echoes..
from all the Malthusian possibilities ..
and Keynesian limitations…
by just being beautifully sick…
and going without any check…
for the endless infinity…
of the ever alive dimensions..?
Trust the djinns..
and the miracles of Osiris…
it will be worth more than..
all those saved accounts..
of shallow experiences..

lets all be unhealthy..
and out of control..
just for one last time..
to save our common humanity..
from sheer chaos..
of stifling stigmas..
and dogmas..
ruthlessly enforced…


               Abeyance..


straddled between Gothic magnificence..
and strung fences of a society convoluted…
my voices get lost…
in the holes of ceaseless chasm..
and within the compromises…
of merciless abeyance…
everything measured and budgeted…
with only a show..
of acting…
to express out all your disgust..
with an order obsessed…
with limiting your soul..
with the placed conviction…
of sanctimonious goodness…


straddled between glossy mannequins..
and uncomfortable propositions…
choked by the climax of …
demands tailored…
and unrealistic considerations of bonds hollow…
and victories untasted..
lies somewhere my dreams in onerous abeyance…
it is as if every living instant..
of my counted inhalations…
i have to follow the laws..
of enforced conformity…
and be attached to labels unrelated….
it is as if…
every time my concerns and wishes ..
are meant to lose out to the sheer weight…
of relentless misery and innumerable prescriptions…
i also have a lump in my air tubes…
nurtured by silences of smoke and chemicals treasured…
i also feel the sharp bluntness..
of torturous aloofness…
when i refuse to entertain my heart..
with intellectual debauchery ..
and comic games ..
of deceptive non acceptance…
and yet no one is ready…
in and around my  immediate conditions ..
of physical continuance…
to accept the true voices of rebellion..
so i lie in mournful silence…
entombed within tonnes of fashionable nonsense…
lies my revolt scathing…
in eternal abeyance…
shamed by deceitful pimps…
and dishonest saints…
forbidden to speak up on behalf..
of the wrongly framed Judas….

straddled between the tall buildings made out of bribes and notes stained..
and flags and lines of division …
borders of extermination…
moats where creativity inevitably gets shot at..
into pools of lost realities..
or drowned into ….
churns of repressive vacuum
of entrenched censure…
sloganeering goes on full blast…
votes are to be given soon…
as dictated by the unemployed boy…
who wields the deliverer of unapologetic bullets ..
and somewhere amidst all this carnival…
of sudden disappearances…
and praised creatures of the days….
and the din of unanswered statuses…
lies my tiny but significant universes…
of possibilities billion…
in love and in pleasure….
lying dazed….
coerced to intrinsic coma…
cornered by the wolves of..
whimsical “ morality”...
taken down by the youth…
of gratuitous depravity…
in abeyance to pure rationale…
in memoriam to spontaneous smiles….
denied rights to  absolute bliss…
appeals rejected for relative….
impressions…
is is as if…..
patience is no longer a virtue wise..
but a weapon of the lopsided majority…
to quash away all my desires…
and burn up all my lust..
turning me into a machine …
a faithful slave to texts and thoughts archaic…
a loyal soldier to decorums of boundless oppression….
and with this ignoble condition imposed..
on the movement of every tiny cell..
of my body…
and on the reaction of the minutest neuron..
of my pretty insignificant conscience…
and calmness implemented deliberately…
with hasty and clinical pacification..
of all my thinking faculties…
i carry on…
with only some alphabets and letters …
inadvertently construed …
and words of imagination …
figuratively constructed…
to vent away my injustices…
and to forever forget…
my cursed past..
and my to be sentenced future….
forever in abeyance ….
all my needs…
to communicate ..
and to feel ..
even if it  is for some nano instance …
the energies of unstructured happiness…

Hung by the revelation…

contours of  my face…
infinite blankness..
nihilism till the next birth….
fake affection…
many a tear of spliced treachery…
but my oxygen still flows…
in spite of being hung …
by the meanest of revelations..


Cold words…
political correctness….
both hands talk..
with nothing concrete to ever say…
de sensitized to plight…
with on goings mechanical…
still waiting for the messiah…
with rotten hearts..
and tags endless…
yet the supply of hatred never stops..
despite being hung..
by the cruellest of revelations…

Syntax of ecstasy..
states of inconsideration…
blinds constantly stingy …
day and night mutually inedible…
with so much weight to shoulder…
no discussion…
no tension released….
everything now seems to rush pat me…
without any forbearance..
or the slightest hint of peace….
lost it seems..
my heart..
like a dot on a map of impenetrable victors…
yet the supply of hurt never ever ceases…
in spite of my best efforts ..
in getting thy nature admonished and punished
hung by the bluntest of intentions..
and the broadest of aims…


                 Sleep Deprivation…

overdose of paracetamol..
still some debts left to redeem…
overdose of nature..
still some whispers left to complete…
yet despite all my earnest prayers …
i can’t deprive my tired nerves…
of some moments of chained sleep…
sleep deprivation it seems..
will never be admissible…
in such a case of an …
scarred and restrained…
fighter of love …
and honest justice…


seconds pass by…
nothing left to hear…
nothing ever given..
to seep in or seek through..
for some definite answers….
with only moons in attendance…
everyday..
day after day…
moment after moment ..
to be unmoved audiences…
to my scalding conflicts..
of perceptions..
and existences….
yet thou dragons of infantile drowsiness..
would strike whenever possible..
to divert thy soul away…
from delicate matters of the unrepentant skin..
it's like a sword shiny..
forged from the deepest cusses of the destitute..
\to slay my ever conscious angel of ..
fulfilled antagonisms…
it seems sleep deprivation ..
is not allocated in my quota of happiness…
one must after all fall unconscious..
after bitter wars..
and unconquered roses..

the routine goes on…
absolution can’t be delayed..
maybe i will walk past cancer next..
with libra not so palatable…
to my unpredictable mood swings…
yet i want to break free…
and let everything around me explode…
useless distinctions..
abrasive diversity….
but thoughts are no longer allowed to be aired now…
everyone expected to fall asleep ..
in a devilious placebo….
of confounding trances…
drugged and unconscious forever..
from the pain of empowered liberation….
and so my destiny has already be written..
as it stands now…
i am expected to lead my life…
into realms of unfavorable delusions…
with no sleep deprivation ever in sight..
to interrupt this stealthy prison…
of karmic dreams…
and sane behaviour…

                 why not be unhealthy….?

why must everything be prevented..?
why should everyone be so accommodative…?
why must we all be denied the pleasures of irrationality..
and the fruits of splendid sickness…
why must we always be healthy..
just to satisfy the insurer's ..
and the keepers of the status quo..
when anyways millions will die…
due to systemic oppression..
ordained by walls and verses…

why all this censoring..
why so much detection…
why long lines for searches..?
and thick walls for preemption…
why so much enforced sweetness..
that even sulphuric acid gets defeated for corruption..
why so much good will..?
when we all know..
that marble and crosses matter more than..
naked memories..
why so many prohibitions..
and gloated advisories..?
when we all know..
that true peace…
or a deep kiss..
is not the fate..
of us dogmatic..
sun scalded…
“green” humans…

this is why i hate..
this new tolerance..
this rushed acceptance…
for it never brings to life..
the actual issues..
and the root causes…
it’s all good to talk about nicotine..
but why not substitute it with blessed leaves…
it's all awesome to talk about diversity…
but why not be united ..
by blood and heart…?
it's magical to talk about equality..
but why discriminate in the first place itself..?
it’s enlightening to talk about fitness…
but why not still utilize the services of a doctor..
both on ground and above space…?
it’s good to not be consumerist…
but why not desire..
for more resources..
and newer feelings..?
it’s good to be grounded…
but why not just for once…
try to really reach for the
beautifully fairies partying above..
the celestial Ibiza …
of a trillion cosmic shadows..
of unconditional love..?
instead of being healthy and tempered all the time…
blind and obnoxious to all that genocide and beheading going all around..
only giving cautious bites of..
surreptitious advice..
why not try…
just for one time..
to evoke the hidden feelings of emotion…
and go full bonkers..
and totally insane..
and express ourselves without idiotic reservations ..
or ungrateful edits…
and bring about the freedom that we desire so much..
within our repressed echoes..
from all the Malthusian possibilities ..
and Keynesian limitations…
by just being beautifully sick…
and going without any check…
for the endless infinity…
of the ever alive dimensions..?
Trust the djinns..
and the miracles of Osiris…
it will be worth more than..
all those saved accounts..
of shallow experiences..

lets all be unhealthy..
and out of control..
just for one last time..
to save our common humanity..
from sheer chaos..
of strifling stigmas..
and dogmas..
ruthlessly enforced…


               Abeyance..


straddled between gothic magnificence..
and strung fences of a society convoluted…
my voices get lost…
in the holes of ceaseless chasm..
and within the compromises…
of merciless abeyance…
everything measured and budgeted…
with only a show..
of acting…
to express out all your disgust..
with an order obsessed…
with limiting your soul..
with the placed conviction…
of sanctimonious goodness…


straddled between glossy mannequins..
and uncomfortable propositions…
choked by the climax of …
demands tailored…
and unrealistic considerations of bonds hollow…
and victories untasted..
lies somewhere my dreams in onerous abeyance…
it is as if every living instant..
of my counted inhalations…
i have to follow the laws..
of enforced conformity…
and be attached to labels unrelated….
it is as if…
everytime my concerns and wishes ..
are meant to lose out to the sheer weight…
of relentless misery and innumerable prescriptions…
i also have a lump in my air tubes…
nurtured by silences of smoke and chemicals treasured…
i also feel the sharp bluntness..
of torturous aloofness…
when i refuse to entertain my heart..
with intellectual debauchery ..
and comic games ..
of deceptive non acceptance…
and yet no one is ready…
in and around my  immediate conditions ..
of physical continuance…
to accept the true voices of rebellion..
so i lie in mournful silence…
entombed within tonnes of fashionable nonsense…
lies my revolt scathing…
in eternal abeyance…
shamed by deceitful pimps…
and dishonest saints…
forbidden to speak up on behalf..
of the wrongly framed Judas….

straddled between the tall buildings made out of bribes and notes stained..
and flags and lines of division …
borders of extermination…
moats where creativity inevitably gets shot at..
into pools of lost realities..
or drowned into ….
churns of repressive vacuum
of entrenched censure…
sloganeering goes on full blast…
votes are to be given soon…
as dictated by the unemployed boy…
who wields the deliverer of unapologetic bullets ..
and somewhere amidst all this carnival…
of sudden disappearances…
and praised creatures of the days….
and the din of unanswered statuses…
lies my tiny but significant universes…
of possibilities billion…
in love and in pleasure….
lying dazed….
coerced to intrinsic coma…
cornered by the wolves of..
whimsical “ morality”...
taken down by the youth…
of gratuitous depravity…
in abeyance to pure rationale…
in memoriam to spontaneous smiles….
denied rights to  absolute bliss…
appeals rejected for relative….
impressions…
is is as if…..
patience is no longer a virtue wise..
but a weapon of the lopsided majority…
to quash away all my desires…
and burn up all my lust..
turning me into a machine …
a faithful slave to texts and thoughts archaic…
a loyal soldier to decorums of boundless oppression….
and with this ignoble condition imposed..
on the movement of every tiny cell..
of my body…
and on the reaction of the minutest neuron..
of my pretty insignificant conscience…
and calmness implemented deliberately…
with hasty and clinical pacification..
of all my thinking faculties…
i carry on…
with only some alphabets and letters …
inadvertently construed …
and words of imagination …
figuratively constructed…
to vent away my injustices…
and to forever forget…
my cursed past..
and my to be sentenced future….
forever in abeyance ….
all my needs…
to communicate ..
and to feel ..
even if it  is for some nano instance …
the energies of unstructured happiness…

Colgado por la revelación ...

contornos de la cara ...
inexpresividad infinita ..
nihilismo hasta el próximo nacimiento ....
afecto falso ...
muchas lágrimas de la traición empalmado ...
pero mi oxígeno todavía fluye ...
a pesar de estar colgado ...
por la más humilde de las revelaciones ..


Palabras frías ...
corrección política….
ambas manos hablan ..
con nada concreto que decir nunca ...
de sensibilizó a la difícil situación ...
con el venidas mecánicos ...
Todavía esperando el mesías ...
con corazones podridos ..
y las etiquetas sin fin ...
sin embargo, el suministro de odio nunca se detiene ..
a pesar de estar colgado ..
por la más cruel de las revelaciones ...

Sintaxis del éxtasis ..
estados de desconsideración ...
persianas constantemente tacaños ...
día y noche mutuamente no comestible ...
con tanto peso a hombro ...
no hay discusión ...
hay tensión en libertad ....
todo lo que ahora parece precipitarse pat me ...
sin ningún tipo de tolerancia ..
o el menor atisbo de paz ....
perdió parece ..
mi corazón..
como un punto en un mapa de vencedores impenetrable ...
sin embargo, el suministro de dolor nunca cesa ...
a pesar de mis mejores esfuerzos ..
en conseguir tu naturaleza amonestó y castigado
colgado por el más contundente de las intenciones ..
y el más amplio de los objetivos ...


                 Privación del sueño…

sobredosis de paracetamol ..
Todavía algunas deudas dejaron para redimir ...
La sobredosis de la naturaleza ..
Todavía algunos susurros dejaban para completar ...
sin embargo, a pesar de todos mis fervientes oraciones ...
i no puede privar a mis nervios cansados ​​...
de algunos momentos de sueño encadenado ...
privación del sueño parece ..
nunca será admisible ...
en un caso de un tal ...
cicatrices y sobrio ...
combatiente del amor ...
y la justicia honesta ...


segundo pasan por ...
nada más que oír ...
nada hubiera dado ..
que se filtre o buscar a través ..
para algunas respuestas definitivas ....
con sólo lunas en la asistencia ...
cada día..
dia tras dia…
momento tras momento ..
ser audiencias inmóviles ...
a mis conflictos escaldado ..
de las percepciones ..
y existencias ....
dragones siendo tú de somnolencia infantil ..
golpearía siempre que sea posible ..
para desviar tu alma lejos ...
de cuestiones delicadas de la piel no arrepentido ..
es como una brillante espada ..
forjada a partir de los insulta más profundas de la miseria ..
\ matar a mi ángel siempre consciente de ..
cumplido antagonismos ...
parece privación de sueño ..
no se asigna en mi cuota de la felicidad ...
uno tras todos deben caer inconsciente ..
después de las guerras amargas ..
y rosas sin conquistar ..

la rutina continúa ...
la absolución no se puede retrasar ..
Tal vez voy a caminar cáncer pasado próximo ..
con libre no tan agradable al paladar ...
a mis cambios de humor impredecibles ...
sin embargo, quiero ser libre ...
y dejar todo a mi alrededor explotar ...
distinciones inútiles ..
diversidad abrasiva ....
pero los pensamientos ya no se les permite que se emitirá hoy ...
todo el mundo esperaba para conciliar el sueño ..
en un placebo devilious ....
trances de confusión ...
drogada e inconsciente para siempre ..
por el dolor de la liberación empoderado ....
y así mi destino ya ser escrito ..
tal y como está ahora ...
se espera que yo llevaría mi vida ...
en reinos de delirios desfavorables ...
sin privación de sueño que he tenido a la vista ..
interrumpir esta prisión sigiloso ...
de los sueños kármicas ...
y el comportamiento cuerdo ...

                 ¿por qué no ser poco saludable ....?

por eso hay que evitar todo ..?
¿por qué todo el mundo ser tan acomodaticia ...?
¿por qué debemos todos ser negado los placeres de la irracionalidad ..
y los frutos de la espléndida enfermedad ...
¿por qué debemos siempre estar sano ..
sólo para satisfacer el asegurador de ..
y los guardianes del status quo ..
cuando de todos modos millones morirán ...
debido a la opresión sistémica ..
ordenado por las paredes y los versos ...

por qué todo esto censura ..
¿por qué tanto la detección ...
por qué largas filas para búsquedas ..?
y gruesos muros de preferencia ...
¿por qué tanto forzada dulzura ..
que el ácido sulfúrico ni siquiera se derrotó por corrupción ..
¿por qué tanta buena voluntad ..?
cuando todos sabemos ..
que el mármol y cruza importan más que ..
recuerdos desnudos ..
por qué tantas prohibiciones ..
y regodeó avisos ..?
cuando todos sabemos ..
que la verdadera paz ...
o un beso profundo ..
no es el destino ..
de nosotros dogmática ..
dom escaldado ...
Seres humanos "verdes" ...

es por eso que odio ..
esta nueva tolerancia ..
este se precipitó aceptación ...
porque nunca trae a la vida ..
los problemas reales ..
y la raíz causa ...
todo es bueno hablar de la nicotina ..
pero ¿por qué no sustituirlo con hojas benditos ...
todo es increíble para hablar de la diversidad ...
pero ¿por qué no unirse ..
por la sangre y el corazón ...?
es mágico para hablar de la igualdad ..
pero ¿por qué discriminar en el primer lugar en sí ..?
es esclarecedor para hablar acerca de la aptitud ...
pero ¿por qué todavía no utilizar los servicios de un médico ..
tanto en la tierra y sobre el espacio ...?
es bueno no ser consumista ...
pero ¿por qué no desear ..
para obtener más recursos ..
y nuevos sentimientos ..?
es bueno estar conectado a tierra ...
pero ¿por qué no sólo por una vez ...
tratar de llegar realmente a la
hadas bellamente fiesta anterior ..
el Ibiza celeste ...
de un billón de sombras cósmicas ..
del amor incondicional ..?
en lugar de ser sano y templado todo el tiempo ...
ciegos y odioso a todo lo que el genocidio y la decapitación de ir por todas partes ..
Sólo dando mordiscos cautelosos de ..
consejos subrepticia ..
por qué no probar ...
sólo por un tiempo ..
para evocar los sentimientos ocultos de la emoción ...
e ir llena de locos ..
y totalmente loco ..
y expresarnos sin reservas idiotas ..
o ediciones ingratos ...
y lograr la libertad que deseamos tanto ..
dentro de nuestros ecos reprimidos ..
de todas las posibilidades maltusianas ..
y las limitaciones keynesianas ...
con sólo estar bien enfermo ...
y venir sin ninguna verificación de ...
para el infinito sin fin ...
de las dimensiones jamás vivos ..?
Confía en los djinns ..
y los milagros o0f Osiris ...
valdrá la pena más de ..
todas esas cuentas guardadas ..
experiencias de profundidad ..

deja todo ser poco saludable ..
y fuera de control ..
sólo por una última vez ..
para salvar a nuestra humanidad común ..
de puro caos ..
de strifling estigmas ..
y dogmas ..
despiadadamente forzada ...


               Suspenso ..


horcajadas entre la magnificencia gótico ..
y encadenan las cercas de una sociedad contorneado ...
mis voces se pierden ...
en los agujeros de sima incesante ..
y dentro de los compromisos ...
de suspenso sin piedad ...
todo medido y presupuestado ...
sólo con un espectáculo ..
de actuar ...
para expresar toda su asco ..
con una orden obsesionado ...
con la limitación de su alma ..
con la convicción colocado ...
de la bondad santurrona ...


horcajadas entre maniquíes brillantes ..
y proposiciones incómodas ...
ahogado por el clímax de ...
demandas adaptados ...
y consideraciones irreales de bonos hueco ...
y victorias sin probar ..
se encuentra en algún lugar de mis sueños en suspenso onerosa ...
es como si cada instante vivir ..
de mis inhalaciones contados ...
tengo que seguir las leyes ..
de cumplir la conformidad ...
y se adjuntará a las etiquetas no relacionadas ....
es como si ...
Cada vez mi inquietudes y deseos ..
están destinados a perder al peso pura ...
de la miseria incesante e innumerables recetas ...
También tengo un nudo en mis tubos de aire ...
alimentada por los silencios de humo y productos químicos preciados ...
yo también me siento el fuerte brusquedad ..
de alejamiento tortuoso ...
cuando me niego a entretener a mi corazón ..
con el libertinaje intelectual ..
y juegos de historietas ..
de engañosa no aceptación ...
y sin embargo, nadie está dispuesto ...
en y alrededor de mis condiciones inmediatas ..
de continuidad física ...
a aceptar las verdaderas voces de rebeldía ..
así que me acuesto en silencio lúgubre ...
sepultada dentro de toneladas de tonterías de moda ...
yace mi revuelta mordaz ...
en suspenso eterna ...
avergonzado por proxenetas engañosos ...
y santos deshonestos ...
prohibido hablar en nombre ..
de los Judas erróneamente enmarcado ....

horcajadas entre los altos edificios hechos de sobornos y notas teñidas ..
y las banderas y las líneas de división ...
fronteras de exterminio ...
fosos donde la creatividad, inevitablemente, recibe un disparo en ..
en grupos de realidades perdidas ..
o ahogado en ....
bidones de vacío represiva
de censura arraigada ...
consignas va a tope ...
votos son que debe darse pronto ...
según lo dictado por el joven en paro ...
que ejerce el libertador de balas sin complejos ..
y en algún lugar en medio de todo este carnaval ...
desapariciones de repente ...
y elogió criaturas de los días ....
y el estruendo de los estados sin respuesta ...
radica mis pequeños pero significativos universos ...
de posibilidades de mil millones de ...
en el amor y en el placer ....
mentira aturdido ....
coaccionado al coma intrínseca ...
acorralado por los lobos de ..
"moralidad" caprichosa ...
derribados por los jóvenes ...
de la depravación gratuita ...
en suspenso a razón pura ...
in memoriam a las sonrisas espontáneas ....
derechos negados a la felicidad absoluta ...
apelaciones rechazadas para el pariente ....
impresiones ...
es decir, como si ... ..
paciencia no es una virtud sabia ..
sino un arma de la mayoría desequilibrada ...
para anular todos mis deseos ...
y quemar toda mi lujuria ..
convertirme en una máquina ...
un esclavo fiel a los textos y pensamientos arcaicos ...
un soldado leal al decoro de la opresión sin límites ....
y con esta condición innoble impuesta ..
sobre el movimiento de cada célula pequeña ..
de mi cuerpo ...
y en la reacción de la neurona minutest ..
de mi conciencia muy insignificante ...
y la calma en práctica deliberada ...
con la pacificación apresurada y clínica ..
de todas mis facultades de pensamiento ...
lo llevo en ...
con sólo algunos alfabetos y letras ...
inadvertidamente interpretarse ...
y las palabras de la imaginación ...
figurativamente construida ...
dar rienda suelta a distancia mis injusticias ...
y olvidar para siempre ...
mi pasado maldito ..
y mi para ser condenados futuro ....
siempre en suspenso ....
todas mis necesidades ...
comunicar ..
y sentir ..
incluso si es por alguna instancia nono ...
las energías de la felicidad no estructurada .

Hung by the revelation…

contours of  my face…

infinite blankness..

nihilism till the next birth….

fake affection…

many a tear of spliced treachery…

but my oxygen still flows…

in spite of being hung …

by the meanest of revelations..

Cold words…

political correctness….

both hands talk..

with nothing concrete to ever say…

de sensitized to plight…

with on goings mechanical…

still waiting for the messiah…

with rotten hearts..

and tags endless…

yet the supply of hatred never stops..

despite being hung..

by the cruellest of revelations…

Syntax of ecstasy..

states of inconsideration…

blinds constantly stingy …

day and night mutually inedible…

with so much weight to shoulder…

no discussion…

no tension released….

everything now seems to rush pat me…

without any forbearance..

or the slightest hint of peace….

lost it seems..

my heart..

like a dot on a map of impenetrable victors…

yet the supply of hurt never ever ceases…

in spite of my best efforts ..

in getting thy nature admonished and punished

hung by the bluntest of intentions..

and the broadest of aims…

                Sleep Deprivation…

overdose of paracetamol..

still some debts left to redeem…

overdose of nature..

still some whispers left to complete…

yet despite all my earnest prayers …

i can’t deprive my tired nerves…

of some moments of chained sleep…

sleep deprivation it seems..

will never be admissible…

in such a case of an …

scarred and restrained…

fighter of love …

and honest justice…

seconds pass by…

nothing left to hear…

nothing ever given..

to seep in or seek through..

for some definite answers….

with only moons in attendance…

everyday..

day after day…

moment after moment ..

to be unmoved audiences…

to my scalding conflicts..

of perceptions..

and existences….

yet thou dragons of infantile drowsiness..

would strike whenever possible..

to divert thy soul away…

from delicate matters of the unrepentant skin..

it's like a sword shiny..

forged from the deepest cusses of the destitute..

\to slay my ever conscious angel of ..

fulfilled antagonisms…

it seems sleep deprivation ..

is not allocated in my quota of happiness…

one must after all fall unconscious..

after bitter wars..

and unconquered roses..

the routine goes on…

absolution can’t be delayed..

maybe i will walk past cancer next..

with libre not so palatable…

to my unpredictable mood swings…

yet i want to break free…

and let everything around me explode…

useless distinctions..

abrasive diversity….

but thoughts are no longer allowed to be aired now…

everyone expected to fall asleep ..

in a devious placebo….

of confounding trances…

drugged and unconscious forever..

from the pain of empowered liberation….

and so my destiny has already be written..

as it stands now…

i am expected to lead my life…

into realms of unfavourable delusions…

with no sleep deprivation ever in sight..

to interrupt this stealthy prison…

of karmic dreams…

and sane behaviour…

                why not be unhealthy….?

why must everything be prevented..?

why should everyone be so accommodative…?

why must we all be denied the pleasures of irrationality..

and the fruits of splendid sickness…

why must we always be healthy..

just to satisfy the insurer's ..

and the keepers of the status quo..

when anyway millions will die…

due to systemic oppression..

ordained by walls and verses…

why all this censoring..

why so much detection…

why long lines for searches..?

and thick walls for preemption…

why so much enforced sweetness..

that even sulphuric acid gets defeated for corruption..

why so much good will..?

when we all know..

that marble and crosses matter more than..

naked memories..

why so many prohibitions..

and gloated advisories..?

when we all know..

that true peace…

or a deep kiss..

is not the fate..

of us dogmatic..

sun scalded…

“green” humans…

this is why i hate..

this new tolerance..

this rushed acceptance…

for it never brings to life..

the actual issues..

and the root causes…

it’s all good to talk about nicotine..

but why not substitute it with blessed leaves…

it's all awesome to talk about diversity…

but why not be united ..

by blood and heart…?

it's magical to talk about equality..

but why discriminate in the first place itself..?

it’s enlightening to talk about fitness…

but why not still utilize the services of a doctor..

both on ground and above space…?

it’s good to not be consumerist…

but why not desire..

for more resources..

and newer feelings..?

it’s good to be grounded…

but why not just for once…

try to really reach for the

beautifully fairies partying above..

the celestial Ibiza …

of a trillion cosmic shadows..

of unconditional love..?

instead of being healthy and tempered all the time…

blind and obnoxious to all that genocide and beheading going all around..

only giving cautious bites of..

surreptitious advice..

why not try…

just for one time..

to evoke the hidden feelings of emotion…

and go full bonkers..

and totally insane..

and express ourselves without idiotic reservations ..

or ungrateful edits…

and bring about the freedom that we desire so much..

within our repressed echoes..

from all the Malthusian possibilities ..

and Keynesian limitations…

by just being beautifully sick…

and going without any check…

for the endless infinity…

of the ever alive dimensions..?

Trust the djinns..

and the miracles of Osiris…

it will be worth more than..

all those saved accounts..

of shallow experiences..

lets all be unhealthy..

and out of control..

just for one last time..

to save our common humanity..

from sheer chaos..

of strifling stigmas..

and dogmas..

ruthlessly enforced…

              Abeyance..

straddled between Gothic magnificence..

and strung fences of a society convoluted…

my voices get lost…

in the holes of ceaseless chasm..

and within the compromises…

of merciless abeyance…

everything measured and budgeted…

with only a show..

of acting…

to express out all your disgust..

with an order obsessed…

with limiting your soul..

with the placed conviction…

of sanctimonious goodness…

straddled between glossy mannequins..

and uncomfortable propositions…

choked by the climax of …

demands tailored…

and unrealistic considerations of bonds hollow…

and victories untasted..

lies somewhere my dreams in onerous abeyance…

it is as if every living instant..

of my counted inhalations…

i have to follow the laws..

of enforced conformity…

and be attached to labels unrelated….

it is as if…

every time my concerns and wishes ..

are meant to lose out to the sheer weight…

of relentless misery and innumerable prescriptions…

i also have a lump in my air tubes…

nurtured by silences of smoke and chemicals treasured…

i also feel the sharp bluntness..

of torturous aloofness…

when i refuse to entertain my heart..

with intellectual debauchery ..

and comic games ..

of deceptive non acceptance…

and yet no one is ready…

in and around my  immediate conditions ..

of physical continuance…

to accept the true voices of rebellion..

so i lie in mournful silence…

entombed within tonnes of fashionable nonsense…

lies my revolt scathing…

in eternal abeyance…

shamed by deceitful pimps…

and dishonest saints…

forbidden to speak up on behalf..

of the wrongly framed Judas….

straddled between the tall buildings made out of bribes and notes stained..

and flags and lines of division …

borders of extermination…

moats where creativity inevitably gets shot at..

into pools of lost realities..

or drowned into ….

churns of repressive vacuum

of entrenched censure…

sloganeering goes on full blast…

votes are to be given soon…

as dictated by the unemployed boy…

who wields the deliverer of unapologetic bullets ..

and somewhere amidst all this carnival…

of sudden disappearances…

and praised creatures of the days….

and the din of unanswered statuses…

lies my tiny but significant universes…

of possibilities billion…

in love and in pleasure….

lying dazed….

coerced to intrinsic coma…

cornered by the wolves of..

whimsical “ morality”...

taken down by the youth…

of gratuitous depravity…

in abeyance to pure rationale…

in memoriam to spontaneous smiles….

denied rights to  absolute bliss…

appeals rejected for relative….

impressions…

is is as if…..

patience is no longer a virtue wise..

but a weapon of the lopsided majority…

to quash away all my desires…

and burn up all my lust..

turning me into a machine …

a faithful slave to texts and thoughts archaic…

a loyal soldier to decorums of boundless oppression….

and with this ignoble condition imposed..

on the movement of every tiny cell..

of my body…

and on the reaction of the minutest neuron..

of my pretty insignificant conscience…

and calmness implemented deliberately…

with hasty and clinical pacification..

of all my thinking faculties…

i carry on…

with only some alphabets and letters …

inadvertently construed …

and words of imagination …

figuratively constructed…

to vent away my injustices…

and to forever forget…

my cursed past..

and my to be sentenced future….

forever in abeyance ….

all my needs…

to communicate ..

and to feel ..

even if it  is for some nano instance …

the energies of unstructured happiness…

my thoughts...