He loves
her hair
finger tips
summer dips
fall skips
missed periods
no love
for that
no love
for unwanted children
parasiting in a belly
unfit for a home
so scared
they were
to tell parents
who would know what they'd say
would they be grounded?
They didn't think
about the child
were selfish
to not tell
were selfish
to keep it
secret
brought it into the world
birthed with silent screams
left for life
maybe
on a door step
no tears
just remorse
and relief
and who could blame
such people
for not wanting
to be responsible?
Not us
for we only want fun
I know I do
want to feel good
to be loved
even if it means
acts of unkindness:
outcomes that mimick
newborn mistakes,
our results are crying infants of moments of selfish pleasure
come to life
only later, the aftermath of a long-since let go desire.

All I seem to remember
Are the hollow eyes
Peeking from behind damp walls
Walls dripping with misery and the cold winters day
In a land where no flowers break through the heavy clay
Even though they try their best
The beast always catches them at the stem
Tears the blossoms out in calm rage
The feeling sold by its empty eyes
Like a useless spy
Wandering the streets sick with smoke
And liquor

Under starfull skies
Praying to God for a comet
To yell my wish at:
“Oh,to be more than just a clump of cells and flesh and bones
Patching together my soul
Creating something mine
The only thing I can call so“
Because I know each breach carved with the steady occupation
I could lead your hands into the gaps dug by
My litospheric plates moving
                                                   shifting
                                                                colliding
Far too soon

Now I have forests and mountain ranges
Peeking out of my veins
Spreading the dark ecosystem of my mind
I can feel the frost and the gloom biting trough my skin
The fog covering my every inch

Fangs dangerously close to bones
The only part clean of the parasites
Unlike my tunnel-disrupted skin
The penetrated veins sticking out of it

Slowly decaying away
While my heart fills my leaking body with new blood
Sisyphean effort
The life that goes to waste
But stains the flesh a vibrant red
My half-alive corpse
The only thing radiant on this grey lifeless street

The monster slowly kneels down to my side
Pierces its talon through my bone
Sells me to death
Leaves my core to rot
Defeating its defences like an unknown weapon
Injecting terror into the cold white stuff tangled around my heart
                                                                                     stuck around my veins

It sets me onto fire
Letting its own creation burn
For the sake of its pleasures
As the luscious woods burn to just skeletons and dust
The hollow eyes filling with the shadows of the light
As it snarls
A twisted caricature of a smile

I heard Bukowski the other day
with his harsh drunken voice
echoing in my ears
strumming my heart
telling me to "go all the way"

A switch was clicked
My mind was intoxicated
I felt him near
pointing his boney finger
at my noise
"Go all the way"

As simple as it sounds
those 4 words shadow a journey
that'll forever scar itself on your heart
and engrave itself in your mind

My surroundings just got clearer
your glasses just sharpened all the ***** edges
that were parasiting their way in your mind
slowly eating you away, feeding on the only
life form out there,

"...and you'll do it, despite rejection
and the worst odds "
It's this knocking against your skull
this tapping that's getting louder and louder
"you'll do it"

This lustful feeling for whatever it is
that your body yearns for
that seductive pull
your lover does to drag you closer

"Do it, do it, do it
all the way"
he says

Islam: come closer:
come come!
to witness
the Literacy
of the North Men!
come Islam!
come the Quran
come the Bible
into the domain:
of Edda...
        we knew words
in ice as you knew them
in sand...
drink a glass of water
or eat 20 ice cubes:
i ask you:
what... supposed:
Cousin... literacy:
are... you... bringing...
to... break... the North!
     these... oh these...
let's watch Islam dissolve:
because it: trying to be true:
would only allow for one schism:
but not even that:
unlike the Jews a Racial ****!
because Christianity
is basically all the other pagan
and polytheistic religions and peoples
of this world:
then no surprise:
there are the Iranians and the Arabs...
there is Islam and there is the Bahai
and the ****'ite:
       and we know Islam is dying
it's sad to see a religion die:
because so many people turn into
mindless zombies
and pedohpiles
and suiciude bombers
it's like the opposite of how Christianity
was born:
with martyrs
liars and popes... and Christian overlord fake
wanking monks...
the Teutons... crusaders... blah blah...
dying used to be so easy:
you'd lose a sense of taste:
or smell...
or feeling:
death used to be a Cherub sweet
now the anaesthetic implores
the man as parasiting ego still alive...
God didn't die in the 19th Century
with Nietzsche: autistic me sort of plays darts..
Islam is dying:
Christianity can't die because it's the best Brothel
in the World...
Christianity can't die because it is
a Brothel the best Brothel in the World
and i'm not going to vouch for baptised Christ
before like St. Augustine pristine
prebaptised Christ?
such a short story and 2000 years and going?
why?!
Islam is dying? ever witness a monotheism die?
because the supposed truths
are too easily falsified?
while Christianity: yes: it's a falsehood:
but whast is 1 - - 1? minus minus christos:
// minus minus...
                it's a plus: i know: very weird:
but unlike Nietzsche i had a different sunset:
the death of god is actually a death of individuality:
i'm witnessing the death of Islam:
unlike a predecessor:
a polytheism died:
but the people endured:
a religious death in the realm
of of monotheism is that much different
that: something has to be done
with the God...
so...

             Allah must be the only son of Yahweh:
after all: what is 72 + 27?
99
and if numbers speak and are not spatial orientation
coordinators...
please watch the death of ISlam with me...
it's such a good,
slow... moo...
moovie...
             let's watch it together!
come on come on come on! let's see Islam die:
let's watch with sadism its last
hope to call
upon all the darkness and blah blah!
let's see it implode having been injected with Arabs
settling on rich oil filled sands!