Tuesday 29 November 2016

Killing of sadness






Every day, every hour, every microsecond, every eon…
I slither and slobber in an ocean of tear-drops…
Rushing past the un-keyed doors…
Like a mindless automaton…
Every breath that I take…
Seems putrid like the air from woods stale…
It’s blankness all around…
Insipid routines…
Religious nonsense…
Mediocre challenges..
I just hope….
Like a raven awaiting the end of Autumn…
Like a seed...whispering to my fallen friends…
That some day…
Summer will chase…
Moons will blaze….
And I will finally witness…
The killing of sadness…
The filling up of a rancid void..




It’s morning…
I take the subway…
It’s afternoon…
I consume the poison…
It’s evening…
I bid adieu to my quiet friend…
It’s night…
When i wail of torments unfazed….
And the cycle continues…
Like the whistling song of the ever late rains…
It never stops…
It does not want to stop…
It Goes on..rambling..
Hugging..cuddling...eating..
Like a heartless cannibal on a poetic streak….
And I just wish…
Like the quivering silence of burnt orange…
Like the unanswered messages of long lost memories…
That all this will come to a full stop…
That the crazed normalcy..
And  the independent achievement of the crumpled pay cheque…
Just get’s dissolved in the divine haze of the cherished singularity….
And I bear silent involvement with the merciless mutilation ..
Execution …
Assassination ….
Killing…
Of that pestilence called sadness..




Every waking moment of my rather un memorable reality…
Every dead reminiscence of my forlorn dreams…
I create the same sand castle…
I ride on the same wave…
Dull and boring…
Colourless and pure….
Like the un-noticed white of the milkman’s drug laced milk….
It just continues …
Clambers…
Clampens upon…
All of my saged insanity…
I see hatred…
Being piled up like bags of precious dust…
I see love…
Being tortured and impaled..with the sword of morality…
I see tears….being weighed for sacrifice…
So that the Zeus-es of society…
Could feast in peace…
I see absolute harvest of bodies and souls…
I see the naked being covered up under loads of un-eventful imbecile ..
Common sense…
And it just goes on and on and on…
As if it was defined in stone..
To be the celebrated and cerebral equivalence…
As if everything was pushed up…
To be the next hack for that unholy contrite called growth…
Where kisses loses it’s meaning to become call for action…
Loud shouts for sadness…
Great cheers for living the smiles of a unhinged robot….
And then the wilted demons of my mind…
That pillaged realms of my dream…
The reaped monstrations of my raped conscience …
Rush in like a convalescent steam engine…
In a hurry to get its last death- load ….
Screaming …
Begging…
Pleading…
Mooning…
For the hour and the aeon ….
When I  shall bear silent testimony…
To such events of glorious harmony…
That would lead to the slow …
Painful massacre…
Of all this sadness…
Thumped upon me…
As normal- ness…
And delinquency of…
In-delicate patriotism..
And delicate relationships…


My thoughts...
Killing of sadness






Every day, every hour, every microsecond, every eon…
I slither and slobber in an ocean of tear-drops…
Rushing past the un-keyed doors…
Like a mindless automaton…
Every breath that I take…
Seems putrid like the air from woods stale…
It’s blankness all around…
Insipid routines…
Religious nonsense…
Mediocre challenges..
I just hope….
Like a raven awaiting the end of Autumn…
Like a seed...whispering to my fallen friends…
That some day…
Summer will chase…
Moons will blaze….
And I will finally witness…
The killing of sadness…
The filling up of a rancid void..




It’s morning…
I take the subway…
It’s afternoon…
I consume the poison…
It’s evening…
I bid adieu to my quiet friend…
It’s night…
When i wail of torments unfazed….
And the cycle continues…
Like the whistling song of the ever late rains…
It never stops…
It does not want to stop…
It Goes on..rambling..
Hugging..cuddling...eating..
Like a heartless cannibal on a poetic streak….
And I just wish…
Like the quivering silence of burnt orange…
Like the unanswered messages of long lost memories…
That all this will come to a full stop…
That the crazed normalcy..
And  the independent achievement of the crumpled pay cheque…
Just get’s dissolved in the divine haze of the cherished singularity….
And I bear silent involvement with the merciless mutilation ..
Execution …
Assassination ….
Killing…
Of that pestilence called sadness..




Every waking moment of my rather un memorable reality…
Every dead reminiscence of my forlorn dreams…
I create the same sand castle…
I ride on the same wave…
Dull and boring…
Colourless and pure….
Like the un-noticed white of the milkman’s drug laced milk….
It just continues …
Clambers…
Clampens upon…
All of my saged insanity…
I see hatred…
Being piled up like bags of precious dust…
I see love…
Being tortured and impaled..with the sword of morality…
I see tears….being weighed for sacrifice…
So that the Zeus-es of society…
Could feast in peace…
I see absolute harvest of bodies and souls…
I see the naked being covered up under loads of un-eventful imbecile ..
Common sense…
And it just goes on and on and on…
As if it was defined in stone..
To be the celebrated and cerebral equivalence…
As if everything was pushed up…
To be the next hack for that unholy contrite called growth…
Where kisses loses it’s meaning to become call for action…
Loud shouts for sadness…
Great cheers for living the smiles of a unhinged robot….
And then the wilted demons of my mind…
That pillaged realms of my dream…
The reaped monstrations of my raped conscience …
Rush in like a convalescent steam engine…
In a hurry to get its last death- load ….
Screaming …
Begging…
Pleading…
Mooning…
For the hour and the aeon ….
When I  shall bear silent testimony…
To such events of glorious harmony…
That would lead to the slow …
Painful massacre…
Of all this sadness…
Thumped upon me…
As normal- ness…
And delinquency of…
In-delicate patriotism..
And delicate relationships…


My thoughts...
Killing of sadness






Every day, every hour, every microsecond, every eon…
I slither and slobber in an ocean of tear-drops…
Rushing past the un-keyed doors…
Like a mindless automaton…
Every breath that I take…
Seems putrid like the air from woods stale…
It’s blankness all around…
Insipid routines…
Religious nonsense…
Mediocre challenges..
I just hope….
Like a raven awaiting the end of Autumn…
Like a seed...whispering to my fallen friends…
That some day…
Summer will chase…
Moons will blaze….
And I will finally witness…
The killing of sadness…
The filling up of a rancid void..




It’s morning…
I take the subway…
It’s afternoon…
I consume the poison…
It’s evening…
I bid adieu to my quiet friend…
It’s night…
When i wail of torments unfazed….
And the cycle continues…
Like the whistling song of the ever late rains…
It never stops…
It does not want to stop…
It Goes on..rambling..
Hugging..cuddling...eating..
Like a heartless cannibal on a poetic streak….
And I just wish…
Like the quivering silence of burnt orange…
Like the unanswered messages of long lost memories…
That all this will come to a full stop…
That the crazed normalcy..
And  the independent achievement of the crumpled pay cheque…
Just get’s dissolved in the divine haze of the cherished singularity….
And I bear silent involvement with the merciless mutilation ..
Execution …
Assassination ….
Killing…
Of that pestilence called sadness..




Every waking moment of my rather un memorable reality…
Every dead reminiscence of my forlorn dreams…
I create the same sand castle…
I ride on the same wave…
Dull and boring…
Colourless and pure….
Like the un-noticed white of the milkman’s drug laced milk….
It just continues …
Clambers…
Clampens upon…
All of my saged insanity…
I see hatred…
Being piled up like bags of precious dust…
I see love…
Being tortured and impaled..with the sword of morality…
I see tears….being weighed for sacrifice…
So that the Zeus-es of society…
Could feast in peace…
I see absolute harvest of bodies and souls…
I see the naked being covered up under loads of un-eventful imbecile ..
Common sense…
And it just goes on and on and on…
As if it was defined in stone..
To be the celebrated and cerebral equivalence…
As if everything was pushed up…
To be the next hack for that unholy contrite called growth…
Where kisses loses it’s meaning to become call for action…
Loud shouts for sadness…
Great cheers for living the smiles of a unhinged robot….
And then the wilted demons of my mind…
That pillaged realms of my dream…
The reaped monstrations of my raped conscience …
Rush in like a convalescent steam engine…
In a hurry to get its last death- load ….
Screaming …
Begging…
Pleading…
Mooning…
For the hour and the aeon ….
When I  shall bear silent testimony…
To such events of glorious harmony…
That would lead to the slow …
Painful massacre…
Of all this sadness…
Thumped upon me…
As normal- ness…
And delinquency of…
In-delicate patriotism..
And delicate relationships…


My thoughts...
Killing of sadness






Every day, every hour, every microsecond, every eon…
I slither and slobber in an ocean of tear-drops…
Rushing past the un-keyed doors…
Like a mindless automaton…
Every breath that I take…
Seems putrid like the air from woods stale…
It’s blankness all around…
Insipid routines…
Religious nonsense…
Mediocre challenges..
I just hope….
Like a raven awaiting the end of Autumn…
Like a seed...whispering to my fallen friends…
That some day…
Summer will chase…
Moons will blaze….
And I will finally witness…
The killing of sadness…
The filling up of a rancid void..




It’s morning…
I take the subway…
It’s afternoon…
I consume the poison…
It’s evening…
I bid adieu to my quiet friend…
It’s night…
When i wail of torments unfazed….
And the cycle continues…
Like the whistling song of the ever late rains…
It never stops…
It does not want to stop…
It Goes on..rambling..
Hugging..cuddling...eating..
Like a heartless cannibal on a poetic streak….
And I just wish…
Like the quivering silence of burnt orange…
Like the unanswered messages of long lost memories…
That all this will come to a full stop…
That the crazed normalcy..
And  the independent achievement of the crumpled pay cheque…
Just get’s dissolved in the divine haze of the cherished singularity….
And I bear silent involvement with the merciless mutilation ..
Execution …
Assassination ….
Killing…
Of that pestilence called sadness..




Every waking moment of my rather un memorable reality…
Every dead reminiscence of my forlorn dreams…
I create the same sand castle…
I ride on the same wave…
Dull and boring…
Colourless and pure….
Like the un-noticed white of the milkman’s drug laced milk….
It just continues …
Clambers…
Clampens upon…
All of my saged insanity…
I see hatred…
Being piled up like bags of precious dust…
I see love…
Being tortured and impaled..with the sword of morality…
I see tears….being weighed for sacrifice…
So that the Zeus-es of society…
Could feast in peace…
I see absolute harvest of bodies and souls…
I see the naked being covered up under loads of un-eventful imbecile ..
Common sense…
And it just goes on and on and on…
As if it was defined in stone..
To be the celebrated and cerebral equivalence…
As if everything was pushed up…
To be the next hack for that unholy contrite called growth…
Where kisses loses it’s meaning to become call for action…
Loud shouts for sadness…
Great cheers for living the smiles of a unhinged robot….
And then the wilted demons of my mind…
That pillaged realms of my dream…
The reaped monstrations of my raped conscience …
Rush in like a convalescent steam engine…
In a hurry to get its last death- load ….
Screaming …
Begging…
Pleading…
Mooning…
For the hour and the aeon ….
When I  shall bear silent testimony…
To such events of glorious harmony…
That would lead to the slow …
Painful massacre…
Of all this sadness…
Thumped upon me…
As normal- ness…
And delinquency of…
In-delicate patriotism..
And delicate relationships…


My thoughts...
Matando de tristeza






Cada día, cada hora, cada microsegundo, cada eón ...
Slither y slobber en un océano de gotas de lágrima ...
Pasando por las puertas sin llave ...
Como un autómata sin sentido ...
Cada respiración que tomo ...
Parece putrefacto como el aire de los bosques rancio ...
Es todo vacío ...
Rutinas insípidas ...
Tonterías religiosas
Desafíos mediocres
Sólo espero….
Como un cuervo que espera el final de otoño ...
Como una semilla ... susurrando a mis amigos caídos ...
Que algún día ...
El verano perseguirá ...
Las lunas brillarán ....
Y finalmente testificaré ...
El asesinato de la tristeza ...
El llenado de un vacío rancio ..




Es de mañana…
Tomo el metro
Es tarde
Yo consume el veneno
Es de noche
Doy adiós a mi tranquilo amigo ...
Es de noche…
Cuando lloro de tormentos despreocupados ....
Y el ciclo continúa ...
Al igual que la canción de silbido de las lluvias siempre finales ...
Nunca se detiene ...
No quiere parar ...
Se enrrolla
Abrazando, cayendo, comiendo
Como un caníbal sin corazón en una racha poética ....
Y solo deseo ...
Como el tembloroso silencio de la naranja quemada ...
Como los mensajes sin respuesta de recuerdos perdidos desde hace mucho tiempo ...
Que todo esto llegará a un punto ...
Que la normalidad enloquecida ..
Y el logro independiente del cheque pagado arrugado ...
Sólo se disuelve en la neblina divina de la singularidad acariciada ....
Y yo me opongo silenciosamente a la mutilación despiadada.
Ejecución ...
Asesinato ....
Asesinato…
De esa pestilencia llamada tristeza.




Cada momento de vigilia de mi realidad algo inolvidable ...
Cada reminiscencia muerta de mis sueños desesperados ...
Creo el mismo castillo de arena ...
Viajo en la misma ola ...
Soso y aburrido…
Incoloro y puro ....
Al igual que el blanco no-notado de leche de leche de la lechera lacado ....
Sólo sigue ...
Clambers ...
Clampens sobre ...
Toda mi locura de santidad ...
Veo odio
Empilados como bolsas de polvo precioso ...
Veo amor…
Ser torturado y empalado ... con la espada de la moral ...
Veo lágrimas ... siendo pesada por sacrificio ...
Para que los Zeus-es de la sociedad ...
Podría banquetear en paz ...
Veo cosecha absoluta de cuerpos y almas ...
Veo el ser desnudo cubierto por cargas de imbéciles sin fin.
Sentido común…
Y sigue y sigue y sigue ...
Como si se definiera en piedra ..
Ser la celebrada y la equivalencia cerebral ...
Como si todo fuera empujado hacia arriba ...
Ser el próximo hack para ese contrito impío llamado crecimiento ...
Donde los besos pierden es el significado de convertirse en llamada a la acción ...
Grandes gritos de tristeza ...
Grandes aplausos para vivir las sonrisas de un robot desquiciado ....
Y luego los demonios marchitos de mi mente ...
Esos reinos saqueados de mi sueño ...
Las monstrations cosechadas de mi conciencia violada ...
Acomete como una máquina de vapor de convalescencia ...
En una prisa para obtener su última carga mortal ....
Gritando …
Mendicidad…
Alegato…
Ensanchando
Por la hora y el eón ....
Cuando debo dar testimonio silencioso ...
A esos eventos de gloriosa armonía ...
Eso conduciría a la lenta ...
Masacre dolorosa ...
De toda esta tristeza ...
Golpeado sobre mí
Como normalidad ...
Y la delincuencia de ...
Delicado patriotismo ..
Y relaciones delicadas ...


Mis pensamientos...
Killing of sadness



Every day, every hour, every microsecond, every eon…
I slither and slobber in a ocean of tear-drops…
Rushing past the un-keyed doors…
Like a mindless automaton…
Every breath that I take…
Seems putrid like the air from woods stale…
It’s blankness all around…
Inspid routines…
Religious nonsense…
Mediocre challenges..
I just hope….
Like a raven awaiting the end of Autumn…
Like a seed...whispering to my fallen friends…
That some day…
Summer will chase…
Moons will blaze….
And I will finally witness…
The killing of sadness…
The filling up of a rancid void..


It’s morning…
I take the subway…
It’s afternoon…
I consume the poison…
It’s evening…
I bid adieu to my quiet friend…
It’s night…
When i wail of torments unfazed….
And the cycle continues…
Like the whistling song of the ever late rains…
It never stops…
It does not want to stop…
It Goes on..rambling..
Hugging..cuddling...eating..
Like a heartless cannibal on a poetic streak….
And I just wish…
Like the quivering silence of burnt orange…
Like the unanswered messages of long lost memories…
That all this will come to a full stop…
That the crazed normalcy..
And  the independent achievement of the crumpled pay cheque…
Just get’s dissolved in the divine haze of the cherished singularity….
And I bear silent involvement with the merciless mutilation ..
Execution …
Assassination ….
Killing…
Of that pestilence called sadness..


Every waking moment of my rather un memorable reality…
Every dead reminiscence of my forlorn dreams…
I create the same sand castle…
I ride on the same wave…
Dull and boring…
Colourless and pure….
Like the un-noticed white of the milkman’s drug laced milk….
It just continues …
Clambers…
Clampens upon…
All of my saged insanity…
I see hatred…
Being piled up like bags of precious dust…
I see love…
Being tortured and impaled..with the sword of morality…
I see tears….being weighed for sacrifice…
So that the Zeus-es of society…
Could feast in peace…
I see absolute harvest of bodies and souls…
I see the naked being covered up under loads of un-eventful imbecile ..
Common sense…
And it just goes on and on and on…
As if it was defined in stone..
To be the celebrated and cerebral equivalence…
As if everything was pushed up…
To be the next hack for that unholy contrite called growth…
Where kisses loses it’s meaning to become call for action…
Loud shouts for sadness…
Great cheers for living the smiles of a unhinged robot….
And then the wilted demons of my mind…
That pillaged realms of my dream…
The reaped monstrations of my raped conscience …
Rush in like a convalescent steam engine…
In a hurry to get its last death- load ….
Screaming …
Begging…
Pleading…
Mooning…
For the hour and the aeon ….
When I  shall bear silent testimony…
To such events of glorious harmony…
That would lead to the slow …
Painful massacre…
Of all this sadness…
Thumped upon me…
As normal- ness…
And delinquency of…
In-delicate patriotism..
And delicate relationships…


My thoughts...

Saturday 5 November 2016

                                                       ArcusArtifex/Deviantart

¿Qué hay en el error tipográfico ....






Cada otro momento me despierto con un comienzo ...
Profundamente excitado por las fantasías ....
Me duermo y salpico
Hacer las ratas de la cuneta irritadas ....
Y mi madre desafortunada sonríe ...
Con sodio orgánico ....
Inseguro de mis eclipses ....
Desconocido de mis co-ordenes ....
Me desplazo ... por odio ...
Me tropiezo de actos políticos de rebelión ... ..
Adivina qué….
Con tantos errores tipográficos ....
Y muchas equivocaciones ....
Todavía me las arreglo para mantenerme consciente ...
De lo que probablemente nunca significa realmente ..
Para protagonizar la película llamada vida ...


Cada segundo conspiro con algunas sonrisas ...
Vagos
Insolentes
Los vanos ....
Mientras voy por dioses y satanes ...
Dando todo y varios problemas sin sentido ...
Problemas de los degradados y los despreciados ....
En medio de todo esto hacer malabares ....
Y mientras que la realidad se reproduce en toda la remodelación ....
Todavía savor hasta algunos errores tipificados ...
Golpeando en el lazo el mensaje del "error" ...
Engañando a la muerte….
Con un wry ..
trillado..


Cada otro estornudo evoco caprichos maduros ....
Evito la ignorancia de lo imprevisto
Me golpeó borrar ... en todo tipo de queja ....
Pero como 24 * 7 llamadas para el apagado ...
Y los ds y fs de mi alma ...
Llame para un reinicio y volver a escribir ....
Todavía me las arreglo para no ser afectado ...
Frío ... sin corazón ... en viga ...
Como un trufado en capas ....
Inexplotada y dejada para pudrirse en su propio suelo de pecados ...
Acumulando todos los errores esperados e inesperados ...
Como los 40, 000 voltios del generador d / c podrido del encogedor ...
Espera para empalmar lo que queda de mis pensamientos privados ...
Pero al final logré ...
Hacer un sentido esquizofrénico de todo ...
Rumbling a través del universo ... de tus observaciones inclinadas y silenciosas ....
Con una pizarra limpia de conciencia ...
Y grande..
Abultado
Ungido ...
Zombi…
ojos
Eso nunca centellea
Con abandono rancoso


Mis pensamientos

ArcusArtifex/DeviantArt

What’s in the typo….



Every other moment i wake up with a start…
Deeply aroused by the fantasies….
I slumber and splatter…..
Making gutter rats irritated….
And my mum unfortunate smiles…
With sodium organic….
Unsure of my eclipses….
Unaware of my co -ordinates….
I tumble up….on hatred…
I stumble down of political acts of rebellion…..
Guess what….
With so many typos….
And way too many blunders….
I still manage to stay cognizant…
Of what it probably never really means..
To star in the film called life…

Every other second I conspire up with some smiles …
Vague ones..
Insolent ones..
Vain ones….
As I trip over gods and satans …
Giving all and sundry mindless trouble…
Troubles of the degraded and the despised….
Amidst all this juggle….
And while reality plays up on all the reshuffle….
I still savour up some typos reviled…
Hitting on loop the ‘error’ message…
Cheating death….
With a wry ..
trite..  

Every other sneeze i conjure up whims ripe….
I avoid the ignorance of the unintended
I hit delete...on all sorts of gripe….
But as 24*7 calls for shutdown…
And the ds and fs of my soul…
Call for a  re -boot and re-write….
I still manage to stay unaffected…
Cold….heartless...in beam…
Like a layered truffled….
Unexploited and left to rot on it’s own soil of sins…
Stocking up on all those expected and unexpected typos…
As the 40, 000 volts of the shrink’s rotten d/c generator…
Waits to splice up what’s left of my thoughts deprived…
But i eventually manage…
To make a schizophrenic sense of it all…
Rumbling through the universe...of thy slanted and silent observations….
With a clean slate of a conscience…
And big..
Bulging …
Anointed…
Zombie…
Eyes
That never  twinkle..
With rancous abandon

My thoughts




                                                               ArcusArtifex/DeviantArt 

                                                          
                                           

                                           What’s in the typo….



Every other moment I wake up with a start…
Deeply aroused by the fantasies….
I slumber and splatter…..
Making gutter rats irritated….
And my mum unfortunate smiles…
With sodium organic….
Unsure of my eclipses….
Unaware of my co -ordinates….
I tumble up….on hatred…
I stumble down of political acts of rebellion…..
Guess what….
With so many typos….
And way too many blunders….
I still manage to stay cognizant…
Of what it probably never really means.
To star in the film called life…

Every other second I conspire up with some smiles …
Vague ones.
Insolent ones.
Vain ones….
As I trip over gods and satans …
Giving all and sundry mindless trouble…
Troubles of the degraded and the despised….
Amidst all this juggle….
And while reality plays up on all the reshuffle….
I still savour up some typos reviled…
Hitting on loop the ‘error’ message…
Cheating death….
With a wry ..
trite..  

Every other sneeze i conjure up whims ripe….
I avoid the ignorance of the unintended
I hit delete...on all sorts of gripe….
But as 24*7 calls for shutdown…
And the ds and fs of my soul…
Call for a  re -boot and re-write….
I still manage to stay unaffected…
Cold….heartless...in beam…
Like a layered truffle….
Unexploited and left to rot on its own soil of sins…
Stocking up on all those expected and unexpected typos…
As the 40, 000 volts of the shrink’s rotten d/c generator…
Waits to splice up what’s left of my thoughts deprived…
But I eventually manage…
To make a schizophrenic sense of it all…
Rumbling through the universe...of thy slanted and silent observations….
With a clean slate of a conscience…
And big..
Bulging …
Anointed…
Zombie…
Eyes
That never twinkle..
With raucous abandon

My thoughts

Friday 9 September 2016

Justinaerni/DeviantArt

Faces on the oil…

The other day when the sun rose west…
And the boss said things craven…
And the debate was ringing..
About grammar and linguistic appropriateness…
And the wise where all opining with flourish..
About the follies of political incorrectness…
I visited a museum..
Yes a museum…..
A famed one…
A Grand old one…
Rusted by the fake praises of a million wasted brochures…..
And there i saw…
Painted..
Reflected…
Pixelated …
Projected..
Impressed…
Expressed…
Induced…
Sublimated…
In all stripes and colors…
Forged without thy caste and birth….
Unidentified with genetic malfunctions and hemophages..
Riddled without muting intellectual and manly disorders of the heart..
And hind….
Faces….
So many faces…
Lots of faces…
All behaving..
Conforming…
Crying…
Happy…
To the standards set…
By the rich and the famous…
In oils filtered to perfection…
From the souls of the damned…
The pathetic..
The rapist…
The criminal…

So much of visual over stimulation…
Got me thinking like a rabid pitbull on steroids….
So much of classic compositions…
Got me ideating…
Like some scheming God forgotten by the people…
So much of stenching goodness…
Got me ringling…
Like an convulsed mass..
Of chained hopes and burnt kisses….
And i deduced…
After many a expletive…
And ablation to my impure body…
The casus belli behind why..
All and every face..
Character…
Persona..
Hero …
And villain be always projected…
On the cursed lisp…
Of the deviants and the rejects…
I also….
After many a painstaking gash of velvet..
To the mythically scarred crosses..
Unearthed out..
Why saints must always risk..
The poverty of the sinners….
Why the oil of the insanious…
The ravaged…
The raped..
And the demonified..
Must always be used…
As a medium..
To produce…
To enforce..
To proclaim..
To reclaim..
What’s ideal…
What’s perfect…

But i couldn’t fathom one thing…
No amount of streaming lines…
Or calm, refined…
Sophisticated discussion..
Could lead me to a reasonable conclusion..about this…
One slight unimportant detail…
That perfection…
Values..
Ethics…
Nobleness…
Saintliness….
Are nothing but constructs of a biased mind…
A compromised conscience…
Spiteful and judgemental…
Vilified enough to curse all our lips and loins ..
To infinity of cursed virginity…
And therefore..
All these used, abused..
Recycled, murdered ideas..
Should be consigned to the dustbin…
Of timurid depravity….
Like why shouldn’t flesh be perfect…?
Why can’t sex be permissive…?
Why can’t dreams be beautiful…?
Why can’t villains endure immortality…
As opinion makers..of logic and cherished sanity…?

All these questions lead to only one answer…
A reduction as definite…as the lurching embrace of the Wolf-back mountains
A position as obdurate as the fact that jesus had a father…
And he that was never ever God….
That whatever we have been ..
Writing..
Sculpting…
Embossing..
Singing…
Lyrising…
Portraying today
in the name of much flowery..
Art and culture…
Is nothing but genocide of the alternative…
Slow cruel extermination of the abominations…
This has to stop…
The peans must be rewritten…
Judas must be honored…
Sin and sith must be praised…
Yang must be given an equal weightage along with yin…
And night must be celebrated…
Just as day……
And all the constructs on oil…
On wax…
On stone..
On nickel…
On verses..
On nerves..
Of faces and ordinances…
Of experiences and idioms…
Of wisdom and unproven knowledge…
Must be emulsified …
Into slithers of hapless ignominy…
For all of them…
lie…
Only lie
And keep on lying…
That vileness and gore is heaven…
While lickings and the sweetest of nectars…
Are nothing but monsters of some..
Unqualified shame….

My thoughts..