#alindec2015
Whose
heart is
that
beating
love Awe
love Awe
yours or mine?
leaving me
rhymingly
breathless
on such
inappropriate
time!
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Love
wherever I go
the world turns upside down as if!
so I better get rooted here now
beside these holy waters
where it is calm
and serene
I hope to see you
maybe once
but at a most ripples
right as you are
this time
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
He
whom I once met
along three cities
sends me
fleeting messages now
about suns and clouds
from a magic land
while
I am awash
in the passion
of a gargantuan orange ball
almost bouncing
the pungent shade
of my Nordic dream
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
our immovable dance
threads the great canvas
of no thing
made of and by
our knowing
the carrier of sound
stretches
by love
and plays
lights and shades
along the
ever changing curls
of a velvet universe
---
if there is two
it is not even at two separate
ends
but a base of being
for and of
each other
we cannot say that
for each one of the two
there is a sense of two
when one is not existential
without the other
then the other is not the other
but the way for the one to be
selflessly
then one sees one
then one knows one
Love
one love to one love
like a sheet of purple gaze
flows along
and permeates
one another
it is the dance of grace
in between the two
lies the universe
for they balance
as ever distincts
the sparks of
the tale of things
ah pure love within itself knowing the other
ah pure love source of all divine dance
spans
the carrier of creator’s subtlety
the sign of all creation
living on its own
– apart from its creator
we hear inside
---
silence of
the vacuum
omnipresent
as one sound
-but not a thing-
permanently
enlightening
nameless
it remains
*
in a wisdom
where
time cannot
be traveled
as long as
time is defined
to create
time
*
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
They gave me a guitar
and asked:
what do you wanna do with it?
I said in ecstasy
I wanna be like that once baby faced old
man a street musician and travel the world
with the perishable fruits in my cap
Oh let these tingly breadcrumbs
pave us a miraculous path
where all folks stand tall and free
but
Art is Art
happens as is
Art
doesn't need
my-your-his-her-our-their
words
Are you awake yet
oh my favorite poet?
I can feel your pulse -if I want to
and you may know if you wonder
but it is no wonder
and You be sure You
I identify not by I
and for good
remain so
in the unchanging
purification of my time
observe
you -s
from everywhere
thou art a neutral witness
of such wireframes
embodied by the
conditionings
of temporal
identities
full of blind
desires so
I fast
on mandarins
it is no punishment
neither a fruitless training
but a method
of eloquent technology
blah blah
yeah
something brainy
in short
about our humanity
1-what it means being human
2-what it means to be
3-what it means not to be eligible
to be controlled by nature
as animals
because we are humans
and Not! what it means to be innocent as animals once we are
controlled by nature -because we are not animals
yes and only when you are free
you can play joyfully
with all pronouns
that instrument
called mind
becomes your
blissful tool
for making
Art
just
I said
and
they
they
they
broke my
guitar
Recycled now
thankfully
to a new
instrument
branded
as
Thou Art Art
available
to all
for free
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
before they made it public
they created the technology
to create living puppets
producing a tapestry of thoughts
manifesting
through the filter
of authentic bodies
and minds
their enchanting color of
implemented poison
they had two versions of the site
one the true one and one the public one
the true one was
showing the nature of a mind
in a spherical wireframe
3-d
projected space
that could make the motives
of a mind truly observable
using this hi-tech breakthrough
(hi-tech for their time only
i.e their hi-techness is still
bound to time)
to/by/for those
word loving
businesspeople
and hired scientists
and hired technologists
and hired creatives
and hired psychics
and hired you name a profession I will say yes es
of their time
working for them
for an almost literally ground breaking technology
a time bound technology that showed them an observable truth of the visualized data
a design driven and poached from the participants’ ingenious minds
the public version on the other hand
looked naively innocent
with an amateurish design
using a ready to go script
presenting an acceptable ‘good site’
based on personal motives
of hard working profiles
of young idealist sisters and bros
you know
like teddies pathetically hugging each other all the time
in reality though
snail shells were being used to implement
new poisons for the game
on unshelled ones
poisson as is French
would be prettier term
to describe
an honest organic fish farm
but alas
yet in reality that hugging was distant jutting
to purposefully run a game that entertained
pockets of those who had it boringly full only
to spend it for their own fun
but which they vowed as
for the salvation of their Utopian land made of the
illusion of their materialistic psyche same as their popcorns
which continually justified as they repeatedly asserted
these well learned set of words
on communal and cyclic ceremonies
oh my!
stealing intellects as such!
for the game!
game also runs in a closed circuit just
so no one can see it
they have all passed the Turing test
for the game
cool right
and it works
so who on earth could judge its’ ethics
once a reflection of their own minds
even unknowingly the game admins
once falling in love
with unshelled ones
may turn to the unshelled ones
like the prince falling for a Lorelei
they were warned continually
and then still some
willingly stayed so
in love
and disappeared in the game
loosing their body
well whatever
there is a place though
don’t believe me because I say there is
go find it yourself
from that place
the headquarters of this game
is nudely visible
with all of its partaking pawns
because it remains too low a place in the universe
yes there is a mountain higher
where lives
the inhabitants of the residence of the destroyer
who are a little bit bored by now and since some time already
and so the destroyer -they think- may as well decide to
wipe it off - hiring a well fit dragon that can gobble it all in one go
so that dragon excretion may benefit a famine of sorts in the universe
eating that kinda stuff
barf yeack ARG hhhh
(or Namaste!)
:)
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
"Don't pop yet!
We all know who you are!"
said the blue balloon to the red balloon
as they elevated by their nobility
to embrace clouds.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC