Encounter Cup
Encounter Salvation
And Birthing reinvent:
Let liberated Passion
Makes straight again the Bent,

And turn into Oblivion
That Memory prevents
To find in burning Living
The Depth of Ocean Lens!..

Through it let Light obscured
Anew its Music play,
Discovering matured
Imprisoned Must and May –

So that to force free-willing
Just eminent Breakthrough:
Like Dew of Morning spilling,
Let fruit what so long grew!..

By cutting all Connections,
Establish Closeness tight,
Perspective retrospectious
Let Images from Light

Reviving – and from Ashes! –
Push further, wide and up:
Let Space feel Time in Passions –
And Time fill spacy Cup!..

To Be Mean
To be Live in the Dying, –
The Process of Birth, –
Is essential, crying-
Ly say feeling Loss,

And in it Gain proclaim,
Fighting back, killing Self:
Every Purpose let aim
To fulfill Core of Delve!..

Core of growing Sense
Midst emotions to feel:
Is it common, that dense
Perpetration of ****?

Is it “known”, that learned
So negligent Grasp, –
Of the Prophecy worn,
Of Nightmare realized?..

In Belief Being’s felt
Only breathing in Trust,
And pulsating in Melt-
Ing of Spirit of Dust,

And entrusting, to lift
Let’s all Losses between
Crushing Waves by the Rifts
That approve what that mean!..

See Broken Lost
See Paradises before they are lost,
Willfully Tenderness now reveals,
And understand what is rightfully most
In sudden Glimpse of the Age that all steals.

Robbery this may you force undertake
Travelling, that is of Dream so born,
Fly, as if flow, and run as if rake,
Scream of that Joy like an angelic Horn!..

Open Eyelids and Eyelashes – and Crown
Let be for Thorns that to anticipate
Is here your Spirit, in Craziness drown,
Sunk in the alien Madness’s Gates.

Entering it, held the Keys on your Heart –
Demons angelic are barely near:
Mad and Insane will in Fight fall apart,
You only rush – no back looking, my dear!..

Memory now – Technology of
Overwhelmingness grasped on a Brink,
Usage of “Mis-” is a Shadow of Grove,
Cut every Day by a Mass with no Link.

Gardens chopped off – in and out the Spoil,
Natural Burn, artificial Frost –
And in the midst, Palms are greeting the Toil:
Hell that’s approached for Broken Lost!..

Amazing View
Amazing is Feeling
That’s massing a Mess,
Unwillfully pealing
Both Forehead and Chest,

In Waiting exhausted,
Protruded by Steps
On Tips, as if roasted,
On Toes, as if Gaps!..

A Maze let enjoyful-
Ly enter this Life:
Emotions yet posted
Will soar and slide,

And, moving right forward,
Acceptance just gain,
Which, yes, is so awkward, –
But not to disdain!..

Let’s welcome the reason –
Right here, hurray! –
All dazzling and chiseling
In Universe spray!

A Mess in a Row –
That’s Progress, what’s new?! –
And Nothing is growing,
Evolving in View!..

At Till
At Dawn those Horns are playing,
At Night those Whistles blow,
And Daylight’s drums obeying,
Which Out-numbers grow,

Them Humans follow kindly,
To kindle so rare Men,
Extort all flocking ugly
For earthly World amend…

Extort – to force the Heroes
Of Ray and Jiff emerge,
And be denied in Skills of
Salvation by the Gorge

Of gurgling, grunting Hollows
Then playing loud Tunes, –
So that nightmarely Horrors
Could New announce by Tubes,

So that, in Generations
Of generated Scores
Their Memories, not mentioned,
Raced out from Ears and Doors,

That Maws and Paws conducting
Could blow further on,
And play their Games abducting, –
Their Music, till the Dawn!..

Ring Of Fortune
Ring of Fire embraces surrounding Nets
Of in Depths concealed burning Strokes,
Wombs are fed and their Feedings are both hot and wet,
Overwhelming the Dreaming of Rogues.

Fascination of such fills those countless Shapes
Of the Fathoms that Imagination
Sends for Meetings and Dates as the passionate Mates,
Life fulfilling through sweetest Obsession…

This is Chariot Ancient, of Air Mirage,
Just transmitting of what’s Beyond, Symbol:
Hidden Deity openly manifests Lush,
Sending Plasma through generic Limbo.

Under-Heaven – within Layer thin of the Skies –
In- and exhales the Dream of Creating:
Running Chariot’s Wheels make Illusion of Rise
And the fiery Melting of Setting…

Living Creatures that grow to be Beings till Death
World of Sufferings ever replenish
With the whistling and whispering, moaning Breath,
Should the Wheel of Samsara not vanished.

As if setting on Life, every Night Rhythms change,
Flow of Myriads joyfully torture:
Strikes of Lust resonate with the Blows of Revenge, -
Pushing high above Earth Wheel of Fortune!..

Creation The Deem
Creation – that vehicle,
Engine alive,
As magic dung beetle,
Pushes its strife

With Essence to grow
But choosing the Way,
So fast and so slow –
By ruling the Play…

All must by Nature be
Reason approved,
Asserting by Speed
Every chosen Move,

Experience Key word
To Meaning describe
Of summarized Code –
That Reaping of Die…

Creator – you, Captain,
You, Driver by Will –
So felt interfering
Silent and still

When only Necessity,
Known to Him
In Storm of Rules raised be
Must in the Deem!..