The kiss of magical futility…

I am stuck in the scenery of cornered obsoletes..

struck by the claws of heartless memoirs of hostility….

being a busybody no longer gives me the same pain of epsilon…

being plastic no longer gives me the same clinging aftertaste of Gaia’s wisdom

for i miss the touch of random emptiness…

the sharp pleasantness of worthless breaths..

when i wasted  eons of past un-regretted ..

eras of present nonsensical…

and yugas of future evil….

by just being who i am…

A nomad enamored by the immutable witchery of your

transcendental love….

when the transient dewiness of your immaculate poppies…

kissed with the solarian futility..

of unconditional and un-timed

love…

i feel ungraced now…

lost in the fog of deceptive pleasantries

the toxic murmurs on empty conversations..

no longer make my scorched consciousness …

go drunk with the enchanted euphoria of the sacred goblins…

the opiate of power…

the seductiveness of position…

the epiphany of cowardice…

the burning glare of supposition …

all tire me now…

dragging my little offsprings…

of whispers still not unchartered ….

into the invisibility of painful nothingness…

all this regalia …

all this glittered up pompousness ..

dancing, raving, flirting , flattering…

all around…

no longer give me the courage of the blissed argonauts…

to seek out the enlightenment of the hadean Stars….

now i am here…

in control of this moment…

orchestrating away my glory…

curing away the internalized anarchies…

but i miss …

that sweet smile of rebellion…

those fragrant taboos of love…

those un opinionated woods of lust…

those ravenous mementos of virgin insolence…

those orphaned forests of undiluted attention…

those unregulated reigns of impertinent conversations…

those embryonic periods of uninterrupted continuum …

when i sacrificed entire cycles of my emotional usury …

roaming the broadest canvas of un-judged infinity..

sharing skin for skin….dream for dream...wail for wail..

tune for tune..octet for octet...luminosity for luminosity..

with you my quaintest Aria..

where each instant of futility..

and each kiss of nothingness was worth more..

than the weight of all cursed darkness..

in the hinges of the multiverse..

So there is nothing left to accomplish now…

all the cosmic victories  and earthly antagonisms are all mine…

the gems and the classes ..

share their soiled fruits of wrenched dialectics with my barred caracass…

i sit on these “intellectual” thrones..

i cry for the multitude of corpses..

corpses of my virtuous lies…

that i shared with you ..

once upon a point of time..

when the Libran stars were shining in the path of Galilean eclectic..

when my fortune still felt liberated..

from the judgement of the Venusian twins…

when i could still dissolve..

the acidic bite of harsh realities..

in the luciferic melodies of your deep oceans..

and feel through every cell of my metaphysical existence..

the deep , forgiving, painfully contemplative swirls…

of your satanic wisdom of untempered limitless unquestioning harmony…

gliding through the equilibriums of sacred cacophonies…

as I played hide and seek…

with the tenderest crystals of your holy meteors of unprogrammed life…

all that is forever erased now…

varnished by the garriest of pains…

all covered up...with fake glee…

by the archaic  negligees of needless effrontery…

the acting has now become the prerequisite qualification..

for all is shown nothing is done..

and i now rustle dish after dish..

of the finest haute ovres of relished truth…

ignoring the omniscient covenant of  pure lies..

pacing through every quantum of my wasted muscles..

in mechanistically depicting..

the comfortable paradigms….

of the arranged “relationships”...

it’s no longer required of me…

to be in embrace with times of satanic futility..

for that was my freedom…

to be absolutely useless...

in matters of the heartless mind…

now i got to be intelligent…

and forever alone…

like a un-tampered piece of calcite…

only showering ornamental aura…

on all the strange unknown..

passer-bys

never ever demanding one..

thrifty kiss of magnanimous foolery…

that once someone’s frail  drool..

often gifted..

without any expectations on my part….

    A Christmas Carol to Anonymity…

Many a zillion starbeats back…

when oceans didn’t rise up to Olympian heights…

someone was born ….

in the midst of a satanic barn…

he promised redemption for Judases infinite…

and woved to weave one christmas carol…

for the uncouth scum…

of anonymity….

Many a billion ripple ago..

when the rings of the Skye poplars..

haven’t married to the lust of undeceiving grime…

someone was born..

in the midst of titanic crimes…

he promised liberation for his mother…

and vowed to the greatest lyres …

of that precious Christmas carol…

for the lesser ones…dirtied by dreams ripe...

who are forced to take refuge..

in the sweltering shadow of anonymity….

many a thousand scavenging ago…

when the bones of the castigated “viruses”

hadn’t matured to become the carpet …

of ossified chimes…

someone was born…

in the midst of putrefying life…

he promised to bring justice for the ravens…

of forbidden whispers..

and give dignity …

to the wanderings of the divergent “slimes”..

and he vowed to create endless euphoric notes..

for that bejeweled christmas carol..

for the dancing djins of accursed aphrodite…

before they are left to wry away…

in the climes of torturous “opines”..

Many a Blasphemous reading ago…

before the pontificate swine..

became the “kings”..

of the organized God…

and when mobs didn’t gratify…

the crimson addiction of the unholy rosaries…

with their blood and virgin wishes…

someone was born…

in the midst of the harvested Achilles …

before their designated sacrifices..

for the ruptured hearts of Apollo…

to give reality…

to the universes of charcoaled screams…

and bitter somethings…

and let the winds of sacrilege mutinous  fly…

against the phallic servility of the robed tribes…

and he promised to sing up a typhoon..

of jarring procrastinations…

that would love each other..

to become the most ife thrusting and honest

of all christmas carol…

dedicated to all those imperilous devils..

of the white night…

that are never ever thrifty…

with their wealth …

or their boundless hearts….

the great monsters…

who always do the charmest sins…

without ever getting anything..

except the damnation of anonymity…

and the pity of the reviled…

many a dragon rectification ago…

before bedtimes were not censored…

by the defilement of glorious skin…

and before creation was not violated…

by the jealous fangs of worthless honor…

someone was born…

in the midst of the chosen harem…

of the amorphous matrices…

that made perceptions go insane..

with cosmic transgressions…

and let chaos enjoy…

a few rainbow days..

and a few ecstatic lullabies ..

of luscious sapphic dawns..

and bestow utopian omniscience….

to the erotic benevolence ..

of kisses sanctified..

and he promised…

to conjure up the magical melodies…

of the most unreasoned christmas carol…

so as to give happiness ..

to the most solicitous…

of tempestuous fusion…

and give blessings…

and uncalled for bliss…

to the most taboo…

of bodily threadings…

and exquisitely incriminating memories…

of bare flesh …

and sublime lives…

as they all cringe slowly…

in the prisons of …

majoritarian anonymity…

and rage of the beautified ….

                     Obsessive Allegiance..  

the wisdom of defiance …

can be very discourteous..

and disconcerting …

but the urge to play…

is maniacally unrestrained…

the obligation to pile up..

rose after roses…

lilac to lilac..

such a terrible usurpation …

of a free mind’s rights…

i must express now…

all the structuring has gone over …

my accepted lines of tolerance….

obsessive allegiance to..

your unreachable heart…

pains me now…

even if the fruits of success are the healthiest…

when viewed with the light..

of your infectious azure pearls..

it’s feel good sometimes…

when you are bit by the hyenas…

of desertous honesty….

you no longer feel…

the weight of libelous lies..

and die with dignity unstained..

by the blasts of conceited flattery…

i know that the solstices up you

enlightened tropics

are full of zodiacal secrets…

that unravel the secrets of the enchanting miracles…

but i want my harsh equinox…

under the mercies of the vengeful vultures…

even if they rip apart..

every last nanometer of my already scarred breaths..

under the light of elysian starlight…

for i am really ill and distressed…

by the serenade of your fragile victories…

and can no longer bear to give my…

obsessive allegiance..

to the science of your bitter cacophonies…

i never wanted to make your tsunamis

of mirthful patriotism …

barren with the scabbards of my subconscious malice…

but malice has brightened to corners of my neglected whims..

those that i once willingly sacrificed…

as offerings of divine fidelity …

to the much hyped throne..

of your cherished prophecies…

so i impress here…

and i open the floodgates of my dammed tears …

to flood away your flock now…

i breath out the fires of noble failures…

so that may your kingdom…

of alchemic contrite…

lie in ruins of a remorseless armageddon….

no more make -ups..

no more giving up of my sacred skin…

i had enough of your abuses..

and your flyby near the tomb of venomous ashes…

no more insulting my womb of spontaneous paradise…

by the stinging satire of your deranged epiphanies…

my insanity is more precious to me…

than the exiled conformity of your sanitized normalcy…

give me back my chaos…

my most dearest Eulia…

just return back all the un-fancied ecstasies ..

that i once bequeathed to you..

without a single account of my invisible fears ..

no more obsessed allegiance now…

for the time of revolution has come…

let rehabilations be swept away now…

by the infantile explosions …

of primeval anarchy…

let there be sorcery of conjured smiles…

and two faced truths now…

for frailty is too important now…

to be wasted on sobering homilies..

and adjusted loving…