when Shiva married Kali
and when i said
that Yahweh and Allah would
only showthemselves
as lesser gods
should they attack
Shiva maried
to Dancing with Kali
and there was no Adam or Eve
to be seen
and i would ask Monotheism
to: shut the **** up
and i would be the Jailor of the Literary
virus of:
find me the term: Letter Worm
in Hindu...
now!
पत्र
कीड़ा    (patr: keeda)...
the letter worm: of the monotheistic dough:
of man: when thrown into our mix of spices:
what a Frankenstein emerged:
but at least to our liking
our Blue of Vishnu with the Green Emerland
of Aztec slumber
and Incan faces: so numerous
like Incas were no ******
and resisted the Spanish Conquistadors...
but the Aztec and Mayan and Puerto Rican *******
gave rise to the brothel
with JEsus christ...
oh i see it... because like the Incan women
with pride the north American women
would rather die the death of a Spartan daughter
than a Roman wife...
they are still native
the Peruvians the Incas...
a bit like the extinct faces
of the Mohawk
and the Scalp of Yod off of Tid...
that little bit of scalp
this Hew that remains while i am gone
because i wanted to scalp you
proper you prop Kitzmwah....
            mwua... like Turkish: barber: kiss kiss....
maybe all Catholic priests are
gay or homosexuals:
but i'm sure all of Turkish barbers
are gay and pederasts...
becaue Islamic homosexuality is
different to Christian and Anti-Christian
and Secular Homosexuality:
like prescribed by Audrey Burroughs...
Trans-Genderism should exist...
when... the entire world is Bilingual:
i advocate for America to become a superpower
when: it advocates for the coexistence
of...
two tongues of equal status:
i would like to petition to America
for a twin...
one moment... i need a drink...
i would like for America to become the bilingual
empire revival:
as the harvest of Spain and England:
we need a wedding: of distant cousins
of history:
related to England and Spain: but not of:
the abstract chess piece cruxes...
England and Spain are a distance
somewhere meditating the in-between...

  should America become bilingual:
Russia is ****** by comparison:
America might better work as a bilingual Empire:
with sects allocated
to the percentage of tongue usage:
and there would be no religion
but only the focus of language
and each religion would become
a lesser sense of language
because religion constricts language
as tool to
do: whatever
oh so much might be deemed less:
our 18 years and a child apart:
but out of where
the fest of brothel
so little tender moments of eloquence
might be a constant reminder
that i might juggle to regurgitate
and pretend to ingest
oh little o and O no half hidden hooves:
i thought unless CHeat
i might know why Dyslexia
is real in English
but not real in Polish
and maybe i wonder what the French
reality of dyslexia is
like they thought introducing Islam would
make people forget the lepers
and the dyslexics?!
erosion of cencoirship half baked begun:
how much drinking wold you think:
it would take:
for me? to sink a longboat
of vikings
by the drinking monk fury of the first landing:
forget my name: my telekinesis
telepathy mm'ha!
such sudden awe and riddle: but no shock:
like pauper journalist poet
then some washed up desperate
actor as Ribinson Crusoe:
ribbin: ribbot: writ-bit: ribbit: rabbit: Reyla:
status: single: mum! mum! mum! mum!

i drink pure water:
alcohol is pure water:
you know that parasites live
in water:
alcohol is a bit like:
being a dragon
and having already drank the seas:
i have already drank from the salt seas
i'm now drinking from the seas of fire
i am drinking alcohol
having drank all the seas...
i see carvens of lost chances...
oh i have spent more then 1000 days
in the sea of fire...
my stomach has several seas of fire:
i took 4 paracetamols and one APAP complex
before falling asleep
i harked most of my Terminator style location
of the BAKCYL: in my throat...
so i harked it out
i worked it out with a different schematic
not the schematic of the ego, superego, id...

the exonym and the endonym? ****** and Pole?
you remember i told you about the other
******* *******: the Irish and the Polacks
in the mines: waiting for a Dwarf..
i did say: whoever said eye for an eye:
St. Peter didn't say: ear for an ear:
but hey presto the concern of van Gogh!
if you could narrate the painting of each
i think this is medium best invested
in by women to counter
fan-fiction dry **** and *******...

     write me a short story, an essay, a poem,
a theory: a system for the reflex:
an ideology for the reflection:
a life: a death: simply yearn: and learn...
then dream and forget:
this i give you:
telepathic O unison.

Repost;

koi fariyaad tere dil mein dabi ** jaise
tune aankhon se koi baat kahi ** jaise

It feels as if there is some request hidden in your heart,
as if you have said something with your eyes.

jaagte jaagte ek umr kaTi ** jaise
jaan baaki hai magar saans ruki ** jaise

It feels like a lifetime has passed, awake,
like there is life remaining, while breath isn't there.

har mulaakat pe mehsoos yehi hota hai
mujhse kuchh teri nazar poochh rahi ** jaise

everytime we meet, I get a feeling
as if your eyes are asking me something.

raah chalte hue aksar yeh Gumaan hota hai
wo nazar chhup ke mujhe dekh rahi ** jaise

while walking down a path, I often feel
like your eyes are watching me from hiding.

ek lamhe mein simaT aaya hai sadiyon ka safar
zindagi tez, bahut tez, chali ** jaise

a journey of ages has wound up in just one moment,
as if life has moved fast, very fast.

is tarah pehron tujhe sochta rehta hoon main
meri har saans tere naam likhi ** jaise

I keep thinking about you for hours in such a way,
as if every breath of mine was just yours.

Sixty plus years ago
and the pall that covers us today
takes me there
as if I'd never escaped
the dark secrets are darker
the lies run deeper
and the consequences are greater

'those who fail to learn from the mistakes
of their predecessors
are destined to repeat them'

and here we are
watching helpless as we drown in the muddy waters
of apathy
silent
we are even more unaware
as to what is truth and what is fiction

we will soon pay the price
for not listening
not reacting
to the desperate plea of salvation
and to one man
who knew the consequences

and this time there will be no chance
to find solace in our dreams
peace within our hollow contentment
for we have lost everything
that is sacred

the women are strong and beautiful
and relentless
the women can withstand pain
far greater than any man
113 pounds of meat walking the streets
they don’t need your muscles
they have their voice
and before you know it
you’re tossed out on the streets
or left alone with roaches
or thrown in a jail cell
or taken to court
or put in a madhouse
after they got inside your head
and tore you down psychologically
or played with your emotions like a puppet
and left you to the point of suicide while
they ride around town with younger men
113 pounds of meat walking the streets
the power they hold
the magic they perform
the voice they use
they can take you to heaven
or send you straight to hell
they can clean the **** stains
from your underwear
or have you sitting on the edge of a bed
in a hotel room, penniless, with the bottle
tilted towards the stucco ceiling,
wondering where it all went wrong
they don’t need your muscles
save them
for whoever or whatever
might be coming next.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

I hide my behavior
to keep you safe.

I keep quiet
not to offend you.

I agree with you
to keep you happy.

I walk on eggshells
for you and
it’s never enough.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

but when the truth
arrives at that
final moment;

jaws will drop
plates will shatter
dogs will growl

and
you’ll be long gone
after seeing what
a ghastly beast
I am

but for now

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

to keep us
together.

everything begins to slow
the words
the names
the memories glow
not too long ago it seems
you became the savior
of my dreams
a life less full
than most would hope
a child's new life
a means to cope
I watched you grow
as I grew old
I watched your life
like a dream unfold
from your very first step
to my very last thought
you were everything