Friday 27 November 2015

Exiled by Victory..

The winged falcon…
last breath before akkadian revenge…
the universe seems full of cosmic indulgences..
as I am about to be exiled…
by the repulsive envy…
of pyrrhic victory…

cultures come and go…
stringing up silences..
hacking off kisses…
in this day and age of Midas…
i feel hamstrung…
i weep like the lost dahlia …
in the forest of uncherished Amazonas …
exiled by the contemptuous guilt…
of cheated triumph…

Death strikes at random…
sudden rupture in unknown blessings…
hatred sweeps up a tsunami…
sudden disruptions in sacred kisses…
in this eon of the unsung Helen..
i feel repressed…
depressed by the clouds of unaccounted correctness…
i dream like the carcass of a merciful scavenger…
imprisoned within the circus of unscrupulous samaritans..
exiled by the ghoulish fires…
of incorpulous conquests…
and ravaged wombs…

all and everything is shunned and drummed…
covered with the fragile veneer …
of dubious morality…
things get tabooed …
by sudden impulses of a schizophrenic generation ..
trust is thrusted through…
often at the cost of ignominious decay…
defeats are bargained..
in the altar of unseen calculations…
in this day and age of sleeping solaris…
and drunken djinns…
i feel savaged..
i feel primitive..
stripped off all layers..
of complex copulations…
and miraculous whims…
i emote like the uncaring virus..
from the ruthless future…
invaded by ceaseless rigor mortis..
of anarchic regimentation..
i march on..
like organisms weeding through..
the zircons of chiding finity…
exiled by the tender mercies…
of the gifted poison ivys..
from countless uncharted distinctions ..
and solicitous achievements…

so i spend the express hours..
of my life…
in trying to embrace in…
the pensive barrages…
from my soiled kingship…
managing relationships..
and a while scion..
of ungrateful cactuses..
always trapped in a.
pitiless win -win..
situation….


Exiliado por la victoria ..

El halcón de alas ...
último aliento antes de la venganza akkadian ...
el universo parece estar lleno de indulgencias cósmicos ..
como estoy a punto de ser exiliado ...
por la envidia repulsiva ...
de la victoria pírrica ...

culturas vienen y van ...
encadenando hasta silencios ..
piratería fuera besos ...
en este día y edad de Midas ...
me siento paralizado ...
Lloro como los dalia perdidos ...
en el bosque de uncherished Amazonas ...
exiliado por la culpa de desprecio ...
de hecho trampa triunfo ...

La muerte golpea al azar ...
ruptura repentina en bendiciones desconocidas ...
odio barre un tsunami ...
interrupciones repentinas en besos sagrados ...
en este eon del anónimo Helen ..
me siento reprimido ...
deprimido por las nubes de la corrección en paradero desconocido ...
Yo sueño como el cadáver de un carroñero misericordioso ...
encarcelado en el circo de samaritanos sin escrúpulos ..
exiliado por los incendios macabros ...
conquistas de incorpulous ...
y devastado vientres ...

todos y todo lo que es rechazado y tamborileó ...
cubierto con la chapa frágil ...
de dudosa moralidad ...
las cosas se ponen tabú ...
por impulsos repentinos de una generación esquizofrénica ..
la confianza se empujó a través de ...
a menudo a costa de la caries ignominiosa ...
derrotas se negociaron ..
en el altar de los cálculos que no se ven ...
en este día y edad de solaris dormir ...
y djinns borrachos ...
me siento salvajemente ..
me siento primitiva ..
despojado de todas las capas ..
cópulas de complejos ...
y caprichos milagrosos ...
i emote como el virus indiferente ..
desde el futuro despiadada ...
invadida por el rigor mortis incesante ..
de regimentación anárquica ..
I marzo en ..
al igual que los organismos candidatos entre ..
los circones de reprendiendo finitud ...
exiliado por las misericordias ...
de los Ivys veneno dotados ..
de innumerables distinciones desconocidas ..
y los logros solícitos ...

así que paso las horas expresas ..
de mi vida…
al tratar de abarcar en ...
las presas pensativo ...
de mi realeza sucia ...
gestión de las relaciones ..
y un vástago mientras ..
cactus de ingratos ..
siempre atrapado en una.
despiadada ganar-ganar ..
situación….


                 Exiled by Victory..


The winged falcon…
last breath before akkadian revenge…
the universe seems full of cosmic indulgences..
as I am about to be exiled…
by the repulsive envy…
of pyrrhic victory…


cultures come and go…
stringing up silences..
hacking off kisses…
in this day and age of Midas…
i feel hamstrung…
i weep like the lost dahlia …
in the forest of uncherished Amazonas …
exiled by the contemptuous guilt…
of cheated triumph…


Death strikes at random…
sudden rupture in unknown blessings…
hatred sweeps up a tsunami…
sudden disruptions in sacred kisses…
in this eon of the unsung Helen..
i feel repressed…
depressed by the clouds of unaccounted correctness…
i dream like the carcass of a merciful scavenger…
imprisoned within the circus of unscrupulous samaritans..
exiled by the ghoulish fires…
of incorpulous conquests…
and ravaged wombs…


all and everything is shunned and drummed…
covered with the fragile veneer …
of dubious morality…
things get tabooed …
by sudden impulses of a schizophrenic generation ..
trust is thrusted through…
often at the cost of ignominious decay…
defeats are bargained..
in the altar of unseen calculations…
in this day and age of sleeping solaris…
and drunken djinns…
i feel savaged..
i feel primitive..
stripped off all layers..
of complex copulations…
and miraculous whims…
i emote like the uncaring virus..
from the ruthless future…
invaded by ceaseless rigor mortis..
of anarchic regimentation..
i march on..
like organisms weeding through..
the zircons of chiding finity…
exiled by the tender mercies…
of the gifted poison ivys..
from countless uncharted distinctions ..
and solicitous achievements…


so i spend the express hours..
of my life…
in trying to embrace in…
the pensive barrages…
from my soiled kingship…
managing relationships..
and a while scion..
of ungrateful cactuses..
always trapped in a.
pitiless win -win..
situation….

Exiled by Victory..


The winged falcon…
last breath before akkadian revenge…
the universe seems full of cosmic indulgences..
as I am about to be exiled…
by the repulsive envy…
of pyrrhic victory…


cultures come and go…
stringing up silences..
hacking off kisses…
in this day and age of Midas…
i feel hamstrung…
i weep like the lost dahlia …
in the forest of uncherished Amazonas …
exiled by the contemptuous guilt…
of cheated triumph…


Death strikes at random…
sudden rupture in unknown blessings…
hatred sweeps up a tsunami…
sudden disruptions in sacred kisses…
in this eon of the unsung Helen..
i feel repressed…
depressed by the clouds of unaccounted correctness…
i dream like the carcass of a merciful scavenger…
imprisoned within the circus of unscrupulous samaritans..
exiled by the ghoulish fires…
of incorpulous conquests…
and ravaged wombs…


all and everything is shunned and drummed…
covered with the fragile veneer …
of dubious morality…
things get tabooed …
by sudden impulses of a schizophrenic generation ..
trust is thrusted through…
often at the cost of ignominious decay…
defeats are bargained..
in the altar of unseen calculations…
in this day and age of sleeping solaris…
and drunken djinns…
i feel savaged..
i feel primitive..
stripped off all layers..
of complex copulations…
and miraculous whims…
i emote like the uncaring virus..
from the ruthless future…
invaded by ceaseless rigor mortis..
of anarchic regimentation..
i march on..
like organisms weeding through..
the zircons of chiding finity…
exiled by the tender mercies…
of the gifted poison ivys..
from countless uncharted distinctions ..
and solicitous achievements…


so i spend the express hours..
of my life…
in trying to embrace in…
the pensive barrages…
from my soiled kingship…
managing relationships..
and a while scion..
of ungrateful cactuses..
always trapped in a.
pitiless win -win..
situation….