angstens afgrund er
meget dyb
og jeg har forvandlet mig til
et af de mennesker der altid
sidder i vindueskarmen
og ser verden suse forbi
mens jeg blot bliver siddende
i frygt for at de tynde stankelben
skal vakle og vælte
blandt fremmede og aldrig blive set
af nogen eller noget

din tid går
min står stille

jeg har prøvet at skifte mit blod
ud med tør hvidvin og jeg har prøvet
at samle spyttet i min mund og lade
det sive ud af mundvigen og ned i mit skød
men det eneste der kommer ud er
små lodne edderkopper
der får det til at klø og kradse
over hele kroppen
mens små minder af glas
flyver om min krop og
sætter sig som små blødende
sår der aldrig bliver til ar

og jeg bliver siddende i min vindueskarm
for jeg ved at mine tynde stankelben
vil vakle og vælte
og gulvet vil brase sammen under mig

de siger allesammen jeg skal vågne op
...men angstens afgrund er dyb
så jeg bliver siddende her i min vindueskarm
mens din tid går og min står stille

In ancient times long long ago,
when Ptolemy looked up into the firmament-
with wonder and amaze, to see the heavens glowing there-
he little knew of how the Gods did sport and play!
When Cassiopeia ope'd her ***** and let forth her music in the heavens, with joy the stars did dance and planets in their fundament  strove to eclipse each other vying with all their might to illuminate-the heavens more bright with their ethereal light and splendor.
Andromeda began to dance, then Sirius  and Betelgeuse,
Virgo too with Capricorn- Herculese and Aquila-Regulus with Ursa minor, all the planets danced but one,
and that with angry stance, refused to join the dance,  
Mars with red countenance stood aloof feigning reproof,  
 Look carefully, and you will see,
the stars still dance for you and me.

The Thames rides high in the city's red wheel!
the indigenous birds of one country are moored no longer
the night is worth its ride, and castrates each reason
to not sell: the freshest cut mind: its only state: its only guest  

Babes milked by dunes, growing giants from their anima palm
low nebulae of sea anklets, by the cooling of patience
by the stored morning of vittalic kin, usherette grasps
shatter spite, at the risk of all peaceful vibrations in humour
where the roads connect to all amor fati, amor fati, Amor fati!
la chimère d’amour; where rhythms are shared by all animals,
unflexed in the skull by denizen skull: the populace melts

So passed the point of brinking-worlds, there are only elements
so no rapier can slice through dream like the scent of day,
and we scream in melodious waves of diving accident;
which brings notions back of extending fire sighs so opaquely,
happiness cherishes the chaotic mirror of booming children
the figureless dance of the last disgrace, which has no pity
and is the travelling word for success against liberty

We are no longer life, or its blushing ripped condescension
only my shadow and yours are the freeing muscle
where man has shattered space into the thousandless voice
of solitudinal stars in the androgyny of light-
hemisphere of binary pleasure; jealous boys and girls drink smoke
we the haphazard twin of darkness and light forget, wilfully
as if destiny is a circular pleasure, of both stomach and sky

By the watering mortars of the watchmen from Soho dancing again
and to this city the agile mouth of a field is awake
where the sad winds entwine with the yeasts of the hare
the smallness of light balancing on your cheek, gargantuan
to everything through the hymns of a car choking, to spirit
two moments transmit all there is, by the third, death emigrates
or it does when we dress each other by the charm of time

I have no idea where this music begins, and perhaps our DNA laughs
as do my fathers, your mothers, in the emergence of reversing gods
the birthing of make-up, the evening day mobbed by innocence
where purity is less magnetic than a sliver of fish, dead in a dog's heart
even that now, même que maintenant, even this now
même ce maintenant, is a better howling blood of choice
where a little fatter and choicer- rage is the sonata of calmness

And much dusk where the glimmer is, the ****** drool of half
heartedness is your soft wolf walking in, the silk of your bating voice
my only vice, and the point of all tantric scent
the murals of our past are now the sculptures of changing grip
like early and significant horses enduring the guilt of eating
all tribes in all ice and fire, the fastest cars cannot beat the tram
the tram and old bust marriages of constant grace

Fundament, infallible, mercurial, wholesome in lie
there being no flea with enough backs to carry us all
no poem in hell can survive without being saliva
too much **** and not enough road makes a dull car of us all
but, there is only one liver waiting on the ground
what is the perfect song to let it breathe? Tonight
you are my attire, and I am yours

We soak the ribbons with massacred blood, we say
to the absolute: no, I choose my partners carefully
I am yours, you are mine, our habitual skin
blowing leviathans training the wind
and chokes as we stroll releasing our hands upon its neck
but let ours fly together and apart, nothing holding the world
in the divinity of wood, your translucent perfume, our body

The dogs have blown into darkness
The moors create hybrids from themselves
Wild garlic ferments in fields of skin
Texas leans into Vertigo’s kiss
An ape is born smelling of you
My sweat is your blue June
Armed only by light.

You are so proud
Of your defenses.

The strong fundament of constructions built to keep everyone out.

And you in.

MOTECUHZOMA
            They say the first, inchoate age of man
            Met its demise by monsters from the earth,
            The second, brought extinct through violent winds, 
            The third by fire, the fourth by worldwide floods. 
            This fifth and final age, as we all know,
            By earthquakes’ rampant motion shall dissolve. 
            And yet, who could foresee this cataclysm
            Would find its epicenter in this room?
            For now my oscillation shakes the realm,
            My rattling teeth, my quivering, palsied hands, 
            The fearful quaking of my feeble knees,
            So agitates the contents of the earth
            To pitch its crust in spasms to a wrack,
            And crack the planetary fundament.
            Ach, what a bandied shuttlecock I’ve been!
            But from henceforth, by heaven’s crowded hall, 
            I’ll shake my feeble fears, or rattle all.                     *Exit.

a waking so timeless,
where we lose our fingernails
as we claw each other
and rain; the rain glittering
along it's fundament, glittering
along our... let's just say
that there is a universe of
silver linings in the eaves and a
scent of leaves in this silence,
this dust is ours only
we dig deep
into golden phrases,
while finding screaming skin
breaking slowly into air,
an electrocution
focused on our loves;
we dig deep
into pits of our
broken hearts
surprised
we are so apart somehow
there is an electricity
that pulls the dust back,
together.
the static,
the floor was a blanket
your smile, a fire escape
the static in the air
the wine glasses neglected,

we drank from the bottle

When my heart returns in the seclusion,

I told him to give me ten years,

In that time, he must see only me

Taste only me, make love to only me

Reflected only in my space.

Like an enchanted mirror or hope,

Our souls will continue to asked

For our morning blessing/

Happy or sad, our morning salutations/

There is nothing more appealing  

Then seeing him in his white attires

a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,  

Is the fundament of falling in love,  

After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,  

A roller coaster of emotion,  

a mere Smily hideous gestures/

I can see no wrong now,

I can see no flaws,  

I see only what my heart wants me to see

Him, those eyes, those high cheek bones,

While I let me let my soul make love,

Under the warm of the sun,

And the cold from the north,

Entwining into each other’s arms

Who will bless this union?

Who will be there for us,

When it all fade like leaf

All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.

Let me love you for now,

Let me smile, while you smile,

Let me , let me, let me..

To say nothing is to do nothing. Am I nothing at all, and if I were, would you even notice? Figmented into nothing more than imagination, is there a point to this ****** creation. For much is worth, and worth not so much. Is it the man I see before me true? Am I true, if nothing exists, we are nothing. If everything exists, are we everything? Can words really bear the weight of ten thousands slashes across one's flesh? To live, live lively, to love, be lovely and to boast, be boastful. Fermentation is the delegation we thrive on. One must grow, or wither away to nothingness. To hurt or to hate, what are these feelings that make light hearted children into detrimental miscreants. Whose fault, if fault is at hand. Is it all just part of one's make up. The human condition, but what is it to be human? Are you there? Are you listening? Do you Understand? If not there then where and if not listening then whom do you listen and if you don't understand then what is your understanding. What am I saying? Just words to one's ears. Are thine words be blatant or do they have uniformed meaning? Philosophical condemnation, physiatrics fundament reasoning. Enlightened soul, what is a soul? How can one get to igniting it? Barriers effect the basis of our own judgements. Then how can we cry when another judges us on the same basis?

When my heart returns in the seclusion,

I told him to give me ten years,

In that time, he must see only me

Taste only me, make love to only me

Reflected only in my space.

Like an enchanted mirror or hope,

Our souls will continue to asked

For our morning blessing/

Happy or sad, our morning salutations/

There is nothing more appealing  

Then seeing him in his white attires

a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,  

Is the fundament of falling in love,  

After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,  

A roller coaster of emotion,  

a mere Smily hideous gestures/

I can see no wrong now,

I can see no flaws,  

I see only what my heart wants me to see

Him, those eyes, those high cheek bones,

While I let me let my soul make love,

Under the warm of the sun,

And the cold from the north,

Entwining into each other’s arms

Who will bless this union?

Who will be there for us,

When it all fade like leaf

All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.

Let me love you for now,

Let me smile, while you smile,

Let me , let me, let me..

The things on the periphery,
The exceptions
The things you realize upon second guess
The ones you always forget about
The confusion in wondering why you even care about other human beings
The question leaking from your motive.

The pause before the push
The hesitation in your confident motion
The weaning of your body from life
The exit of a lover
The filling up with chasm and anti-you
The basic fundament of consciousness
Is its own antithesis,
No duality

The mother is everything.
The mother of all mothers
The mother of all fathers.
Forever connected
with this invisible cord.
The fundament of this world.


Shell✨🐚

Life, how much time left.
Can’t stop it, can’t save it.
Can’t reverse it.
Love, the key to all doors in life.
Faith the fundament to stand on.
Love is a mix of magic and commitment.
Live every moment the fullest
We all have a birthday.
We all have a death date.
In between life happens
Fate through Faith
Passing time until it’s time.
You can’t cheat that
You can’t cheat death.
When your time stands still
While the clock is ticking
then your time is up.
Hold my hand
You will feel my voice
You will feel my love
The stream of love creates a song.
That stays in the heart forever.
When eyes turn blind for light of life
Eternal sight takes over.
The love you felt in spirit and mind
Still there when  crossing over.
Still many have regrets
If only we could have saved time to do certain things over.



Shell ✨🐚

Life and death
Copulate.

This is human
Born of mud.

Fungal fundament
Of earth.

Little flower

Do not forget

Of water is beget

Sky

They say I’m in mint condition with my mink coat jacket but when I see myself in the mirror I don’t like my reflection.
I feel like I need a viewer discretion over my head, for its suggestive and covered in red.
All my life I had to deal with red tape, and I realized there’s no escape for this savage ape.
So ugly they say, might as well ******* or try your luck with the gays.
Was deemed too dense, and apparently also had no fashion sense.

Two-faced Harvey dents, dying a hero or living long enough to becoming corrupt in one’s own moral fundament’s.
Walking the road, filling the void, for things don’t bode well when you don’t fit the mould.
Yet we are still seen as a mold that rots the status quo.
But ***** it on with the show!
Introducing a scrawny man in woe trying to make mo, but for every dollar he makes his dignity plummets in the stool.
For one can’t make something of their life if they can’t afford school.
But society doesn’t mind for your seen as just another tool in the machine.
Where those in power make the real cha-Ching!
Which makes one cling on the clip trying to bring themselves to blowing out their brains!

Wishing they were plain so they could experience what’s it’s like to ride the gravy train.
For being called names pollutes the veins of those once sane. Draining out the savage from the child in order to make us tame.
I am not able to handle you Cain!
For pain sustains privileged and jealous terrain!
Getting nervous when those who remain try to regain morality for the truly ordained.
No longer will you be entertained by nailing and crucifying us in Jesus’ name!
No more will be hanged or martyred for your hunger games!
Over 600 hundred years a slave is long enough!
Yeah! No more will you keep us chained!

but it was a sentence the beginning when He ended my sinning
youre just tryna get a pinch in, im the whole grab-full
wise dont dabble i reside full under the gabble
imagine though: i rise in the midst of alladin jokes
throw my body away im passing full
passion:full. im passing fools that are merely acting cool
im bashful cruel. tactful jewel. high lacking stool. backing Rule
detriment. no square or compass. i square the compass encompass the square with global abundance. simple fundament
youre rudiment i make fun of it done with it

We kunnen kinnen kloppen
als we denken
dat we er al zijn, dat we mogen
stoppen.

*** geweldig jouw hoofd gist
belooft dat het zal zijn, mist
achtergrond en fundament,
is enkel schone schijn.

I can’t believe in empty words, they **** my soul so dry
Neither in pretenses, no matter how hard I try

This world has lost her keepers, those in whose care she was
The last one to truly care - he died upon the cross
Faith has lost her reason - her fools are now who rule
Good sense ain’t in season, wisdom no more is cool;
Sighted no longer see, breaks in the fundament
Slighted discernment, great the insanity!

With resounding roar, the bricks begin to fall
Crushing those beneath them, silken clothes and all
Too late the helpers gather, around the rubble heap
With anxious glance, they seek to save
But what was sown we reap.

I believe in a heaven
That’s within you and me
In your hands and mine,
Resides all eternity
Not in skies, nor in scriptural space
Teachers' lies - what is divine grace?
You are gods! The text declares
With a quiet smile not writ,
Many truths within me still,
Undiscovered, sit.

If you wish to see,
Look hard and deep within
Ponder your own madness,
Lay bare your own foul sin.
Face the deadly seven,
Fight them to the death -
It is a battle ever worth
Your last and dying breath.

I believe, yes I believe
I believe in just you and me