Like a deadly meteorite fleeing from home
and heading towards the earth,
this caravan, filled with woes and wants
are headed towards us
while you pride in your thousands of square
meter wall and  ten thousand king kongs.  

With parched throats and charred skin,
gory memories of war and violence
in their heads, behind them;
They have made it through the desert,
through the fire and fury of the sun.
They are on their way to a paradise
That’s lost her glory and grace.

They are the itinerant ants
finding their way across the Mediterranean.
Another troop of victims from
where life is hard and hopes are dimmed
by human flaws, follies and greed.

Life is fleeting, so is the chip
on your shoulders, and the power you wield.  
how long would you watch life spill
from ordinary people
when you have the world in your pocket?

Life is a mirror,
and shattered are their dreams, their hopes.
how much more damage
your actions, your inaction shall cost us
while those lives and dreams
are trapped in the backlash of your follies?

Truth is a bitter pill.
And I know it chokes you
as it smashes your glass chin ego.

For Don Juan aka Ocho
A Great friend of mine
and amazing person.
This is for You Bud!!



It's got us climbing up the ******* walls driving us insane, turning millions into homeless vagabonds.

Sleeping in cars, working two jobs, trying to build credit on the devil's ****.

It's got us wringing our hands in a concrete cell wishing we bought Armageddon Ammo.

It's got us staring at walls thinking about where the **** is Batman and Robin?

It drives intimidating cars that lie saying To Protect And Serve.

Huge guys who dead lift trains driving them, throwing homeless vagabonds in jail for sleeping on concrete.

They intimidate.
Humiliate.
Condemn and ******.

Telling you "I am doing my job."

No.
You work for the devil's ****.
Spouting off dark **** in our face.

It owns the media.
Runs for office.
Confuses you.

Drives you to whistleblower books, free thinking outlets, criminal injustice petitions covering ***** deeds exposed *******.

It slams down on your life
King Kongs fist railroading you
now you have to climb
out of the devils ****.

Good luck friend.

Nasty uphill battles
where nothing makes sense
follow me upside down
trying to hold on to nothing.

A long journey into darkness,
fog swallows you like you're a grain of sand burning to find your back to the ocean.

It sells weapons to other nation's
then wages war for profits.

It promotes terrorism trying to get you to **** your neighbours.

It divides and conquers.
It isn't ******* human.


It gets real hard
promises you
Peace and Heaven
then gives you A.I.D.S.
and kills you.

It looks to blame any one
it can find.

It stalked The Christ
crucified Him for Miracles.

It creeps through shadows.
Uses Fear and lust to grow bigger.

What the **** is it?
It's Everywhere.

MY GOD.

It's the devils ******* ****.

Everywhere I go
It's ******* everyone.

On the road where the Lion and the Raven meet
At the crossroad where kongs and queens admit defeat
On the land scorched with faith, hopes amd dreams
That one man stands firmly grounded on his feet

He pleaded allegiance to the gods of war
He prayed to never draw his sword
Nor deliver a soul to the Netherworld
Unless that soul is begging for

He stands alone on his throne of ice
His friends no more than a raven and a Scythe
He awaits for those who seek the truth
The key to wisdom, magic, sanity and youth

The words he utters are forever the same:
The moment you stand before me with no shame
When you let me show you that which you don't want to see
Will be the moment when you acknowledge your own insanity

Fear not, poor sinful mortal soul that you are
You can't get lost in something that you know
But you can only let yourself to roam
And meet the darkest corners of your soul

You all came seeking for the philosopher's stone
Yet all I offer you are the words you chose to ignore
Because your fear of fear itself and of yourself
Are all that keep you blind, insane and deaf

I cannot offer redemption nor revenge
Those are for you to seek or change
What I can do is make you choose
Between the past, present and future you

Not once has he delivered the will of the Scythe
Plunging poor lost souls in the divine hell
For that is where freedom and peace dwell
Hidden away from world's duality of wrong and right

Few are those who get to keep their life
And fewer are those who offer thanks to this dark knight
But those who enter in the labyrinth of mindless self
And face, forgive and resurrect their own belief
Will stand victorious in their own freedom and free will

And so the days of this dark knight still pass
Protecting his own throne of ice from all of us
Locking both angels and demons through a midnight mass
Tightening his grip on the infinite kingdom of madness

it was Ilona who introduced me to post-punk,
through 65daysofstatic
it took me a decade if not more
perhaps even 15 years to appreciate this genre
maybe it was like being introduced
to prog rock with Emerson Lake and Palmer
and i could never understand
brain salad surgery:
just in the middle of the 20th century
after the ghosts and horrors of concentration
camps
sane society abolished asylums:
what a strange coincidence:
it was truly a meisterschtick verschieben...
a sort of play on the Metallica song from ride
the lightning: fight fire with fire...
that's when the English speaking world
abolished asylums and
made hospitals a communist rot
with only hospices
having some intelligence in being governed:
untreatable sickness of impeding death
that incurable "disease": that final ease:
that ultimate release that only freedom
for life the ******* the chains
of senses
perhaps in death i only exist as thought
without the need for eyes and tongue
perhaps no skin and only a skeleton in the mirror
and shadow
i am shadow in death with no need to sense:
five fold:
i am but thought: in the god of THOTH:
falafel... fought with thought until there was no other
ought i
ought i for    and for whom i think i thought
i wasn't impressed by Nobel Prize tier literature...
i don't know who it's owned by
never prize ordained by the people
the elite
and king and idea of country
but not a nation
not a people a country
is like a house
a palace where no hotel staff are welcome
i thought i was at the bottom of the barrel
with Muhammad Musa
but then i told him
while overhearing a conversation in a cubicle
at Winter Wonderland Hyde Park...
the hijabs and niqabs are off
the Arab girls are here to party
and they parties taking selfies
with rich Korean girls
and fake tans and goose purse lips botox
gone wrong with white *****...
i feel a certain racial elementalism...
not superiority
i went from English tongue back to Germany
and the Saxons also reigned over Poland
just like Prussians are not Germans
but a subtle breed like Lithuanians under the guise
of ******... western slav:
back to the history of the Vikings
and the Mongol Turk
and the Iranian in Europe
the great migration of Europe
from Asia...
that's the history i'm interested in... recorded history:
i don't buy into the Genesis story
of the Bible like i don't buy into the story
of Darwinistic history:
my consciousness begins in Asia
and Polynesia because i see the Apocalyptic
movement of people as the Great Best of the Earth
and the Great Beast of the Sea...
the apocalyptic figure is man in sigma:
the summation:
the collective unconscious...
i'm heading to find the beast of the sea
to Hawaii, specifically Kauai
like the author of Dr JEckyll and Mr Hyde
or perahps like Gauguin...
i don't buy the historiology of Darwin...
i don't like the contamination of Darwin and history
i don't like being western european
and associating myself too much with
the African...
perhaps the Medi-terrain sea (i am dyslexic with
that noun of the sea)...
i was just about to ask my friendly AI about
the potential of a software update...
listening to **** music on repeat
the good old days of algorithms of 2016
i imagine the creation of AI was galvanized by
the corruption of algorithms circa 2016...
notably YOUtube...
back in the day... YOUtube worked like a smart
jukebox...
you could get suggested new music
like perusing purr-use-you
   another dlyslexic tangle tangle dyslecix
Polish is a Puritantical Tongue in terms
of phoneticism strict
obliging with exceptions of RZ and CZ SZ
then no: if you treat these exceptions as
if but not really Chinese ideograms...
more *** in the Katakana...

can't find it: but did find a desert:

サ   eeven...
ハ                      two...         ゴ
ラ                                        ビ

      but no shh... while woman orgams: no hush hush
like Wah Wah yehwah the dark brother of
yahweh: because this theory comes from the chicken
and not the egg: the chicken came first:
leverage: yehwah:         the language of Eva...

and the language of Adam: yahweh:
  dance dance Siamese letters of Ancient Rome:
an ancient cicpher... or pilcrow (¶)
tide of broken barricades of paragraphs
compacted to save ink and save pages
but now i'm writing light graffiti
on pages that don't exist like money doesn't exist
money has evolved
and no one even asks journalists who reads
newspapers
how absolete these parasites are like
the 20th century communists like my grandfather
thought about the clergy: the church...
we have a new church in place
and it is journalism so absolete
how obsolete:
this "institution" needs to die...
in panic mode:
they have free newspapers being circulated
as if it was free tampons or free condoms
or toilet paper to wipe your *** with...
the great dinosaur is long gone
industrial revolution
and the revolution of the printing press
think of lineage
think of history don't
be amazed by the current thing and amazed at
using it
retreat light a candle sit in silence
and listen to music:
IDLES - GIFT HORSE
stop reading newspapers read poetry instead
question philosophy books to the maxim...
this institution of paper demagogues of fixation
the plastecine mind of man
by sooner lost ego: dynamite id to nothing explosion
and expulsion of fickle ego
with two parents intact and physically before me:
i have no use for the super-ego
i will not be a ******* Jewish Chimera:
the Israelites are innocent
and just for oculus per oculus
but the Israelities are not the Jews of history
Freud and Marx...
i am not a Chimera: i am a non-schematic man:
i am a swimming man a climbing man
a conversation man a ******* man
a Platonic father with a surrogate daughter
like i am unusual because males
of this current temporal spatiality of time
does not
i am against the current:
i walked winder wonderland and so many
young girls were throwing darts and eyes at my attention:
my imperfection
my spontaneous alcoholism my bad skin
my Beelzebub took a **** on my face and now i'm
squeezing out acne-maggots
and what else: i love to cook and i love to ****
but i also like big girls
and i like older girls
i want to think of it as a partial invitation to necrophilia
and then a Hamlet in reverse a Amhlet
(the H is silent... ergo surd)
           but i prefer a volume-ambitions one with thighs
and all limbs like a cow so ***** to be milked...
so i prefer them cradle-snatching:
but happening with consent: no Jimmy'll fix it
type of DJ i am of the ***** pool of potential seekers
fun done now settling
why settle for a contemporary ***
let's be more gender fluid and more temporal fluid:
let's trade the freedom of homosexuality
and tri-balance of binary bi
with facing lovers not for gender
but temporal coordinates in brute form:
but just beyond time:
*** as gender fluidity is so boring in that it is
nihilistic and project extinction...
but surrogacy
but deviating from the church said of a 2 year old
will teach another 2 year old to *******
i will not or ever care for English
history of the world in the neo-con age
of Darwin straight out of Africa:
ignoring the migration period from Africa
to Arabia
to Asia: i know why they have such squinted eyes:
too much sand...
that's why Arabs are a second exodus out of Africa
that stopped in Arabia
and didn't go further...
and the migration from Asia?
via Polynesia
and via Alaska into America...
and also the migration to Europe...
via the Turks...
but i forget the migration from Arabia to
Iran and India... and then from:
but that's because that would be a migration
from Africa by Sea...
i was referring to the squinting eye hypothesis
and eye-lashes...
evolution...
why no long eyelashes
why so many girls with fake eyelashes walking
about am i reading humanity
correctly
the first wave migration from Africa
into Arabia
happened and the people got yellow skin
from desert glass and sun
and squinting eyes from too much desert storms
because the eyes squinted and we weren't camels
so not extra eyelashes...
then the second African migration happened
and the ******* became camel jockeys
and returned as fairies in Egypt as the Great Kongs...
but there was a Third great African migration
that happened by sea...
which established the subcontinent of India
i don't know about that inter-species breeding process
to make the Knee-Under-Fall man extinct...
but it's not there was a Knee-Under-Fall man genocide:
just... outbreeding...