emerald, olive, viridian
oh how you perplex me
forest, jade, chartreuse
why do you tease me so
cyan, verdigris, moss
such excitement arises
to be a word
to be a meaning
is there such a thing,
to have a feeling
to see a vision,
phthalo, pine, teal
are you the same
mint, myrtle, laurel
you make me envious
to be blooming, to be healthy
to be young, to be clumsy
are you callow, how about credulous?
but such a conservationist
unquestioning, so trustful,
tenderfoot and common
the tree, the lawn, the willow
though ecological and crude
a sage in all but name
apple, spinach, pea
aren't you scrumptious,
lime, kelly, bice
are you nature, how about luck
you're pungently rotten
though with such dark beauty and hope,
love and lust ensues
you're the jolliness of balance
and the creative intelligence;
of evil, and decay of money and safety,
will you resurrect me, are you immortality?
such jealousy arises
high goals and honor
so so allusive
healing and vitality
you're calming though fast
lush spring stability,
abundant generosity,
vert vegetation; witchcraft
an aphrodisiac I hear,
are you youth or fading youth?
sunrise and life, growth and fertility
sacred ideology,
eroticized though shameful
so romantic and humble
I see the third ray
or is the the fifth ray, the third eye
are you truth, are you vision
it's becoming a science,
so much compassion
the fourth chakra, the heart,
the centre of us all
a higher consciousness
such a harmonious aura
a hunter, a nurse, a solider, an outdoorsman
villains and superstition
misfortune and prosperity
with toxicity, sickness and death,
recycle and reuse
oh so powerful
you exude auspiciousness
just a holiday
mystical fairies and spirits
though also devilish,
cancer in the stars
a renewal of paradise,
biliously tranquil
are you refreshingly soothing,
peacefully restful,
a naive novice,
very understanding,
is there truly a term for you?
what do you really convey,
countless representations
a definition of name,
or do you signify the feeling, the specimen
the aspect?
though some have no locution for you

here I am,
stepping around the issue
you are you, in any word
yet with a different meaning

i found that showing off your
taste in music
is actually more intimidating
than walking around in Eden
stark naked - given
the auspiciousness in the "glamour"
industry and elsewhere, odd, isn't it?
we are more ashamed by
our musical taste, shunned by it -
the Balkan Slavs are the Spaniards
of what most people call "cheap taste",
you now, oiled and greasy
six packs and - well the Balkan Slavs
bred with the Ottoman Turks,
what do you expect?
we are more intimidated by our taste
in music being exposed than our naked
bodies -
believe me, i'll cry at the beauty,
i'll cry at the beauty but i will not despair -
i rather allow tears in, because i know
laughter too will come, i rather cry at beauty
than inhibit it with a masculine heart
expected of me to be stern and in the belgian
trenches - stupid youth idolising the warring
of old farts who have a disclosure for
swollen prostates and can't take the banta (
huh?! goli? i hate slang incorporation,
it's absolute nonsense) -
so instead they shove young men into warring
enclosures and then lay wreaths of poppies
with a 1 minute silence... i told you,
absolute ******* - i rather cry at beauty when
it appears like a picturesque sunrise -
that Armenian will have a beef stake weighing
at half a kilogram to box with translating my works -
i don't mind standing naked like this,
another example https://goo.gl/pJpddh.

The Unnatural Bends

Soothing commotion
Unethical pious tasks
Scripted life journeys
Unconditional realities
Pure auspiciousness
Restless endeavours
Enlightened conspiration
Periodical happiness
Secular Freedom
Socialism in souls
All do we need ?
Absolutely negating ,
but quite negotiating !
No!
Something beyond admiration ,
Someone beyond aspiration ,
Somewhere beyond the horizon ,
Why?
Unsatisfying hunger kills! Undenying facts win !
We lose ,
lose more ,
then we win! We win!
Simple things, become more simple, Obviously ?
Not always!
Let's see!

title - Hittite
body -
high tide:
tight.               502 bad gateway bypass

i woke up absolutely certain that man cannot
imagine: nothing...
i'm almost certain of it...
   sure... man can attempt it by associating
a name to nothing: nothingness...
because that's technically true,
grammatically even more so...
                   nothingness is a noun...
  but: nothing... funny that... it's a pronoun...
and in the current climate...
the climate of upside-down "metaphysics"
of the trans- prefix dynamic of what's "gender"...
i look at it, this way...
   only a god can "imagine" nothing...
or rather...
         even i am basic when i write about wrestling
with my shadow... punching myself in the face...
i have concrete parameters:
there's me and there's a shadow...
   i don't have to imagine a shadow:
since a shadow presents itself before me...
in the lustre of a quicksilver sheen of / on objects
illuminated by the moon...
nothing is the pronoun only a god would use...
i can't imagine the constipation of: there's:
no thing...
   come to think of it... in history...
the godly ***** of genius that impregnated
the minds of ancient Greek men-children
that were the philosophers: who or what implanted
in their minds the notion of atoms?
where did bonsai tigers (id est, cats) come from?
there's no: nothing... except for the pronoun
that a god would use...
           to fight with himself and by fighting himself...
create such a massive *******
of imagination that men feels it... in the aftershock
of having to dream... light so abounding in auspiciousness
that... even his mind during sleep is penetrated
by remnants of ethereal objects...
a light that can burn shadow: if it can invert
the eye and allow man to peer into the darkness
of his sleep... even perhaps his death...
           me? i'm incapable of imagining nothing...
no: thing... everywhere i look i only see the maxim:
nature abhors a vacuum...
                   mind you... even if you try...
then there's anti-matter...
                            what, no: thing?
                                even if that revelation of
ehyeh asher ehyeh is true...
                 how grammatically cryptic...
              the deity must have slumbered from the "sleep"
of using its other pronoun: nothing...
    that cauldron of creativity...
             sure... one way to combat the trans-
prefix movement is to turn to royalty...
    here goes... and my "preferred" pronouns are:
one and we...
            one ought to think that this is appropriate...
we hope that's satisfying enough:
we? oh... right... a king of France usually had
an entourage to hear him speak...
            well... if we get the grammar rolling: proper...
if we get the grammar rolling properly...
we should be fine... one supposes,
   or rather: one most certainly hopes.

Welcome my year of twenty-six
Twenty-five no more can mix
This is a new beginning
Another year of reckoning
My God, fill it with auspiciousness!

-09/10/2013
(Dumarao)
*written on this day of my 26th Birthday