Thursday, 7 January 2016

el convicto abandonada ... .de dalias negras

la demagogia de voces ..
la nada de estar vivo ...
la raqueta de aleatoriedad ..
la piedad del nihilismo cuántica ...
todos se unen juntos ...
en esta pronto a ser la noche virgen primavera ...
la presencia de tu amor madura en la translucidez más firme ..
de la magia nocturna y anhelos insatisfechos ..
Pero la electricidad barrio sube caminando arriba y abajo ...
mis venas y sentimientos adictos ..
no puede ser sacudido hasta ser receptivo ...
a las realidades de vacío ...
así que mientras que la totalidad de las dimensiones hiper ...
todos esperan que sea respetuoso de la ley ..
toda ventura y proponer ..
que yo debería ser ordinarias ..
un espacio en blanco fácilmente borrable ...
una marca rápidamente extraíble ...
un cuerpo de forma rápida reciclable ..
una nota fácilmente maleable y moldeable ...
una extrañeza que se pueden familiarizarse fácilmente ..
una vulgaridad fácilmente deducible como el siguiente caso
 institucionalidad inhumano de crasa ....
me niego a ser tal ...
con el terreno de juego invisible más fuerte de la hostilidad no medida ..
y estoy dispuesto a convertirse en un proscrito honorable ...
no renunciar a mi destino para el sacrificio sin alegría ...
prefiero a abrazar la pureza de la nada ..
y amor a través y por medio de los demonios de gran presteza ..
y fugarse con la audacia de adormecer a sólo un punto de pensar obstinado ...
y llevar a cabo los deberes satánicos de skullduggery villano ...
levanta las banderas de la anarquía pírrica ...
y sacrificar la última molécula de mis caprichos ..
como el prisionero de pasiones desenfrenadas ..
como el seguidor de culto banal ...
como el convicto abandonada e indisciplinado
de las dalias negras dulcemente voraces ...

Las procesiones disminuyen con el tiempo ..
las retrocesiones cada vez más exigente con el aumento de necesidades ..
las resonancias se descontrolan ..
como la química procede a limpiar ..
identidad ahuecado de Satanás ...
Me esperan aquí para seguir algunas normas ..
ser el estándar ...
seguir la estructura ...
inspirarse ...
ser corto ...
ser simple ..
ser extremadamente condescendiente hasta el punto de brutal hambruna ...
yo también estoy obligado a ceder ...
prestar atención a la crítica, ..
Cambia mi vida…
y quizá alterar mi realidad ...
por lo que la fama puede venir a vencer con su duplicidad poco sincera ...
Pero aquí estoy ...
la obstinada ...
el divergente ..
el "caso" mentales ...
no se puede pensar ...
no se puede planificar ..
no puede organizar ...
debe alejarse siempre desde los caminos concretos ..
debe quedar siempre perdido en paraísos de vampiros y orquídeas de sangre ..
y con una regularidad indistinguibles anhelan por los pecados de carne del cielo ...
y siempre debe aislar y empaparse de los sueños de una carne que revelar ...
debe estar en el amor profundo e ilimitado con todas las cosas que apestan a realidades conflictivas
y hablar de la cordura unconforming ...
un caso completo de anarquía bruto ...
un paquete total de incivilidad no diluido ....
todo el macrosom de las fuerzas repulsivas y adorables ..
espero que yo sea el amo ...
casi casi todo ....
pero yo estoy distraído ...
soy espontánea ..
no puedo analizar ...
Simplemente no puedo practicar ...
y es lo que es ..
visible para todo el mundo para apreciar ...
y sé que mis cargas ..
algún día empujarme fuera del acantilado ...
y me impide llegar a mis picos ...
pero entonces mi grandeza no es tan grosero o melancólico ..
que vive de buscar únicamente la orientación de vanidades vencidos ...
mi éxito vuela conmigo ..
que se adentra ..
que alcanza el núcleo ..
que nada con el calor primordial ..
i se siente el amor de la antigua Gaia ..
la compasión incondicional del diseñador de todo y todo ...
la fuerza más pura y sin compromisos de todos la mayoría de todo ..
duchas abajo en mí sin aliento descarada de un minuto ...

así que para todos los demás ..
puede ser que sea el criminal abrasiva ...
culpable de romper las nociones mucho más reforzados de la moral ...
absolutamente cubierto de alma y espíritu ...
por los fluidos venenosos de mis actos de deseos no autorizadas ..
y no secuestrados tabúes ...
y no la lujuria tan caprichosa ..
pero para mis reinas y reyes ..
soy el vencedor invicto de la mediocridad ..
untrampled por las máquinas de la normalidad ...
inocente y sin inspiración ..
todos los caprichos y conceptualidad mi propia ....
aún no inutilizados y que no funciona ..
por los zombis de un establecimiento más triunfal ..
soy intencionalmente
por la palabra de amor ..
por vínculo de la fe ...
por las cadenas de la gorgona ..
por las bendiciones de Magog ..
bautizar a mí mismo como a los soberbios ...
descortés …
incrédulo …
insidioso …
y hasta el infinito derelicted convicto ...
de las dalias negras mesiánicos mágicas ...
de la alegría descomunal ...
y los recuerdos eufóricos ...
llegado castigarme ahora ..
por favor quitar mi cuerpo ...
aplastar los huesos ...
atiborrarse mis dos diamantes manchados de una retina ...
de modo que pueda lograr mi libertad ...
y unirse a la danza siempre continua ...
de los lirios elegido ...
de esas dalias negras knighted ....
tan radiante como el aura del omnisciente Kepler
concubinas siempre gloriosas ..

mis pensamientos.


Friday, 25 December 2015

 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…