‌
So it is clear now
that you have access
To these horrible
wells. And the foul
stenchful beings that
dwell in them.
You can pull out the
tattered flags from there
and wave their
Black fabric
in the sunlight.
Mystic cool wall, waterfall thundering
Everything can be done.
There are no limitations
Endless landscapes, realms
Kingdoms full
of   e n e r g y.
Endless number of
entities.
               The Consciousness.

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There's something preventing
Me
From ripping claws through
Your
Heart
    (the blood)
From breaking through
From breathing
The blood runs out
And do we really suffocate

And you can't really tell
For what the person needs
Let the acacias run through
Our crystalline veins

Little man
Big man
You
Fallin' up
In merciful hands
Of dreams
Lands
  ‌

The succulent universe withers
Weird flowers bloom
In strange atomic realms.
  Have you ever seen Starbuzz?
       Or touched any of
                               the Strings?
-don't take me too deep.
   Be careful. We're in the
    core of everything now

|He wanted to get the people|
|that were responsible|
|for creating the keys|
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                      The last thing I saw
                      Was the face of man
                      Crying, choking me to death
                     —————————————

         "In the evening, we're going to
               watch a movie. Everything
               will be fine."

Book,
              film,
                          mind
­
Coal sinks the sheet
     (to become memory)
Girl drifts thru smoke,
Rain in my dream-
                   -We broke

IT ALL MARRIES DEEP WITHIN

‌‌    ‌
Long for
Sweet chambers
Of this Palace

Water of violet of
its fountains
Flowed in peace
down its walls
Marble down its
chill halls
Moon glowed
Mirrored

No drought in its
Nocturnal embrace
And satin enwombed
Us
Into a sweet tomb

Brought
What ever & who ever
When bells call
Into its satin womb
Sweetly
We fall
Back













I am capable of doing
Impossible things
Inside of my crimson chamber
You know

As I travel
The marks on skin glow
& Songs have no shape
Songs have no shape
‌‌    ‌

"Separate,
  purify,
  reunite."
                  -J.D. Morrison, "The Lords"

Now, girl, you can see
You've dreamt about love
And you've dreamt about ******
You've dreamt about
all this stuff.
You've been obsessed
with the power of sexuality
All the ideas and concepts
Have been flooding your mind

Now, girl, pick the scattered glass
from the pool of thick, dense blood
(sound of crumbled glass
as opposed to viscous
bloodness of blood)

You've
Kind of
Found yourself
In this crazy whirlpool

‌‌  ‌
  ‌
A night bus full of artists
Lots of deep eyes

––––––––––––––––––––

She drew my eyes
And the ****** red soul rose

     "-Wow, you're a medium!
               I didn't know."

                  I said

         And left
    
I knew that gems
could connect.


We had hard exteriors, though.

Infinite opposites, contrast to the character,
angles. Slicing the character(object) into millions of layers

Then these layers are to be investigated
in entire spectrum of light by the observer, a curious,
precise scientist. The adept of air, fire, earth and water
dwelling high atop the tower - Wisdom house; the Temple of Elements.

Voices mumbling from the other side,
A thousand languages torture my mind;
Jail of sandstone and steel is where I hide.

Here I sit
Tears and blood,
Tears and blood,
Tears and blood,
And the worms that feed of these.

‌
Feeling deliberated of
Direction and destination
And meaning, and good
Swimming in confusion
Only want to get high

Goodnight
  ‌

An honest, loving hug
    would cure my soul.
I don't need more,
     don't want more





  Body crippled
      (wordless)
         The heat
       Flames blend together
              so neat

‌  ‌
Rusty bullet went through my thoughts
in a windy haze of mind.
Taken aback, I turned my head
To see a figure of a bandit,
With his smoky gun held high,
Pointing straight into my eye
   A duellist
                an invader
A ghost straight from borderlands   
Relentless soul
  coming after me

What does it even
mean
     to be dead?

‌
  the sea opens

& my crimson chamber
Became alive for a while
Brick walls became clay
And stretched their hands,
Multiple hands
Towards
You
Like You did
Desperately, Dazedly
In mirror pits
Towards me,
Towards us
& Fingers moved towards each
Other
in mirror halls

But can hands,
Can fingers
Seize the water?
Well, they tried
Like summer times
Weave shades
with scents
Ivory-hued



And to think i haven't tasted
A sweet rest
For over half a year

and now i drift sleep with
Heavy sighs
In place of breaths
& peace is
more than forgotten


Being immortal is a curse without a doubt.
‌
 & the sea closes

‌  ‌
  ‌The room on fire
‌  ‌fires, flames, burning
‌  ‌A young man rushes through
‌  ‌-A war-time lover
‌  ‌Few decades later to
‌  ‌be recalled, by his girl
‌  ‌-Old lady, by then-
‌  ‌He dances, runs amidst
‌  ‌the flames
‌  ‌coat swirling
‌  ‌"freedom!"
‌  ‌he yells
‌  ‌"freedom!"
‌  ‌yells everything
‌  ‌bells
‌  ‌winter winds
‌  ‌turn day to night
‌  ‌a ship sinking
‌  ‌movie tape running
‌  ‌and running
‌  ‌in an empty
‌  ‌hall
‌  ‌cinema set ablaze
‌  ‌    Mirrors now
‌  ‌ 7 of them
‌  ‌or I can't see the rest
‌  ‌    I'm not sure
‌  ‌ sounds meandering
‌  ‌     need the rest
‌  ‌  don't forget the flower
‌  ‌       follow the footsteps
‌  ‌ stay on search

‌ Finally
‌ I can recognize
‌ my reflection
‌  ‌

Just as suns
Grand and flaming glow,
Stay high
And in the evening,
  sink low

Then the night
Or some
unknown
Early dawn.
Smokey fingers
Or roots of trees
Play with thoughts

Smoky snake
Why'd you crawl
 Under our dancing feet.
They are Light.

‌  ‌
I watched it all
Sink calmly
Into december night sky
Like a turning page

Magical mesmerization
Of icy stars
Glittering in frozen time
Stay here, be in it
Fade low, dark
Let the time run
Through the crystalline web

Every step we manage
to take       - doomed
Birds chirping at the
daybreak  - doomed
Smile &
      Flame  - doomed

   So,

How can we dance
When the birds are dead?

Bloom the carnivals
when the souls - unfed?


Pure white rabbit
in tar-thick dread
Lost his gold,
                 & bled

Meeting and hanging out with friends
Scenes become cartoon like
Every person becomes cartoon like
Druggish visions, 2000's chavs
Smoking dope and loitering
the tower blocks district

Beware when you think about them
                       when you look at them
For they are 18 years
                                         in the past

A newborn of the internet
MTV ruled the popculture
Silent/waiting adolescent society
of tower blocks districts
West leaked through the
       luminous cracks
                 of TV screen.

Rat Queen in labour
foul and swollen
         driven
            by
     unstoppable
force (remorse! Whitebirds,
Felines of night - mourn.)
            of childbirth

Every step we manage
to take       - doomed
Birds chirping at the
daybreak  - doomed
Smile &
      Flame  - doomed

   So,

How can we dance
When the birds are dead?

Bloom the carnivals
when the souls - unfed?


Pure white rabbit
in tar-thick dread
Lost his gold,
                 & bled

‌  ‌
Black petals.
I watch you fall
             down.

"I is the mountaine!
   I are the spirit of the Sierra"

Send him under.
End the horrible
years of
stone slumber

Now, the rain clouds
Weave
the thunder

He's a walking mayhem



   The nubes pass above
    Orange desert rocks

Riding thru the desert roads
Swimming thru the starry nights

‌
   I could own it
   But I will not
   No,
   certainly
   not yet
  
   To act like a statue
    from time
    to time.
   Only need to
   want it
   Play it bold
   Tread like a statue
   before the audience
   Play it bold
    Then leave.
     It's easy
     so easy,
     Take life easy
  
     Eye-sea
     Eye am

         ◯

Who has the courage to ****** the Sun?
I'm sick of all these rays blinding birds

'Cause you shall know
That when the Sun meets its demise
All the Stars emerge from the darkness
And the birds turn back
To thrillful bats and owls
And all the lurking beasts
Crawl out of their caves,
As the bright light recedes.

Who has the will, to give birth to a night,
Unfold a thousand mysteries,
And dance with the Stars - insanely?

I'm calling you up, Sunslayers.

I'm a Colossus
A gigantic
biological robot

A plain hand raise
Cluster of muscles
and bones and nerves
Thousands of proteins
millions of atoms
moving like avalanche
   Seen from the micro world
   my plain hand raise
   would sound like roar
    of gargantuan sea's waves

Benzodiazepines corrode my gums,
Grey fills my veins.
From a dull journey
I'm coming back
to the House of Alive.

Thought it was a good idea,
Never been so wrong, my dear.
Benzodiazepines corrode my gums,
Days filled with scattered drums.

Benzodiazepines corrode my gums-
-Days filled with scattered drums.

‌
Fay is
Got to be
     A dead
      in
               clouds
With care lost

   so close
    so close

& So the tides get
Turned, just
as book says
Oh You gonna see it
Someday
  ‌

I'm a rotman
See my diamonds
Watch them wallow in mud
I'm a rotman.

Can't you see my eyes
Through the smoke?
There was a bloke, he said:
            "We broke."
I'm a rotman.
Who's to blame
Who's to blame
A fox; a wolf, rather,
One to blame
In the smoke, with all his diamonds
Can't you see me, I'm a rotman
In mud

I'm a rotman
With all my diamonds
and rubies
I sweat & bleed
Watch me rot
I'm a rotman

Objects move unseen
off the scene

‌  ‌  ‌  ‌  ‌(Lem-ON)

     LEMON
               Juice.

(lemon(fresh) cut in half
knife metal - zesty peel
bitter citrus nebulize smell,
                                       juice)

Childhood            Ground Coffee
     smell          ≈           smell

Brown substance
Mysterious
Drank by adults

                               
      dark brown - vivid yellow
                  calm - verve
            oily, dry - fresh, watery
                 stable - quick, ephemeral
         (in a shelf)

And on the ninth day
When dark clouds have
obscured the gray, frosty land
       The Heavens sent blocks of steel
    Cool and hard, they fell on ground
    Like eerie monoliths from above
    A merciful gift from rigid gods

The men of the tribe left their camp fires
and their wives, and readily gathered around the blocks
to make brief decisions
    and do what they had to

I'm the abyss.
  Toss the metal ring into the river
   Bottles shattered on the boulevard
    The stench. The mirror house.
     Break the mirrors, shards in hair
    Poor girl's mind

Stay quiet, don't stand out
Or you'll be punished by
Tall faceless angels

Rupture the shell.
The light's in there
Leaking out,
Pure, divine

Your fears
Seep thru your words
Like captivating worms

Ripe and splendid,
  the summer day
In luscious sun
  - the trees they sway
These worlds await.

Ether winds caress,
  Stroke the strings
of fleeting time
  While I sleep,
While it all flies
                     & lies

Under the summer sun,
Under the summer sun.

The Thief of Gems
wouldn't you come
  over
    here?
       Look straight
into the hollow eye of time
into the hollow eye of time
          over here
    it's over, it's over
    The Thief of Time
     over here, over

       Lie! Lucifer!
           Freeze.
       Lie in the ice

Who is the best sculptor, you might ask?
It is the one who respects the stone.
Scultping a strong arm is his sole task,
So the rock can form itself alone.

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The R.O.B.E.S
black.     Fear
Fehar. The sun-lit eyes
(drawnonthem)
drawn on them.
A feeling. Like it is all
now, no was / is -
sounds w/ smells
     (...)
walk people, Walk
this child, that child
me-'s-you-child's
3x (O(?) O(?) (  )(?) ) → ?

Saucerstreamsaw
wasmetrace

‌ Follow me.

And then the clouds
Have formed all these
faces for one
brief moment
They were sharp and clear
Just to blur
And fade away
In a matter of minutes

I want to die here, on this pavement
Lying, watching the bluestar swirling,
Flying up, and down - endlessly
As the years pass by
Up, and down
Carried by the wind
Forever


No time involved,
It's still there
Calm and peaceful
Not thinking 'bout the past,
Nor about the future
Like a ghost I'm strolling there,
Out of time, smiling, talking.
Spring or winter -
-The bluestar doesn't care.


Red wine, cobblestone and cruising,
Heaven and clouds in the rain
Sparkles.
I want to visit you,
Place of no time,
I want to visit you a thousand more times!
And when the departure is about to come
I want to lie there, calmly
Drawing the smoke, and letting it out.
Watching the bluestar getting closer, getting farther
This day, I'm going to catch it
And fly high
As the spring and winter remain,
Calm and peaceful - forever.

‌
&
My lips felt
Like
A dam
Even when i was
All
One
  ‌

I slowly draw your smell
Rain, wet hay, dying fire.
Move my fingers through your thick hair

as the years pass by,
The patina grows thicker,
And the eyes no longer glitter
Have you kept your precious metal locked
Deep inside?
As the rain was falling,
Murdering the Ember?

The local ******
suddenly had pink hair

Words echo in the chamber of skull,
             in the auditorium of mind
& from time to time
they resonate
through muscles & bones
through fingers
through steely nib

             and become dark drops of ink
              that fall
              on the surface

So, you think the tower of Babel
Is a thing of past?
Look around and see
The frenzied termites and their mounds of steel,
Hoping to reach the Sky.

‌
With a soul
         in a hole
All seem to
Adore my breath
A hand stranded
Soul
       in a hole
Adore the little bird
In the palm of hand

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